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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Arthur's teasing voice cuts through the haze of desire, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as he pulls back just enough to leave me wanting. "Will Her Highness do the honor?" he says, his tone low and taunting, a smirk playing on his lips. My crimson eyes narrow, but the heat pooling in my core betrays me. I'm still fighting for control, even as my body sings for him, craving the surrender he's coaxing out of me.


Chapter 685 - Crimson Desire (2) [R18]