They called me a genius back on Earth. A threat. The man who broke into systems no one should access. They hunted me for years until... until they took her away.

I died with nothing left to lose.

Then I woke up here—in a world of swords and sorcery I recognize all too well. The "Saga of the Divine Swordsman." Except I'm not the hero. I'm barely a footnote in this epic tale.

That might be my only advantage.

I know this world is doomed. I know the so-called chosen one, Lucifer Windward, isn't enough to stop what's coming. I've seen how this story ends.

But this time, I refuse to be a background character in someone else's tragedy. This time, I'll change the script.

After all, what's fate to a man who's already lost everything once?

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Some participants rushed forward to claim resource buoys scattered around the arena. These bright orange floats sat anchored to the basin floor, awarding additional points to whoever maintained proximity for a set period. Others tested the waters, sending smaller ships out in picket lines to scout. Talia Moor's Gravehold flotilla swiftly vanished behind a swirl of cloaking technology. Gareth Flynn's Serpentstone heavies rumbled out in a block formation, seemingly unstoppable. Starcrest's representatives advanced in pairs. Pillen's novices hung back, hoping to avoid an early exit. Meanwhile, Slatemark academy's kids boasted gold-liveried warships but hadn't all left the docking area yet, presumably perfecting last-minute calibrations.


Chapter 325 - Phantom Fleet Command (2)