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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The air in Arthur's bedroom was thick with anticipation, the dim glow of a single light still on casting flickering shadows across the walls, painting the room in hues of amber and gold. My ice-blue eyes met his deep blue ones, a connection that felt like the universe aligning, both eternal and fleeting, grounding me in the moment as my heart raced in my chest. Arthur's presence was magnetic, his broad shoulders filling the space, his black hair slightly tousled, falling across his forehead in a way that made my fingers itch to brush it back.


Chapter 609 - Elven Desire (2) [R18]