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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He deliberately stopped his pursuit, letting a carefully controlled hint of frustration show on his face, playing into the role of the overwhelmed, outmatched opponent she seemed to expect, perhaps even desire. "Come on, Alyssara," he called out, injecting a subtle note of strained exasperation, a calculated vulnerability into his voice. "Stop dancing around. Afraid to face me directly? Let me touch you."


Chapter 1054 - The Crimson Dance (2)