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 penthouse was quiet by late morning, having settled into a comfortable, lived-in rhythm. Sunlight, crisp and golden in the autumn air of Madison, streamed through the vast, floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the floating dust motes into a swirling galaxy. Below, the city's hoverlanes murmured—a constant, soothing hum that was the heartbeat of a world in motion. On the gleaming stainless-steel face of the stove, a sticky note was affixed like a formal decree. Reika's elegant, precise script was unmistakable: "Lunch at 13:00. Do not snack. —R."


Chapter 1013 - Missing Color