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 cool water of the marble bath swirled around them, but the heat between Arthur and Seraphina was a world of its own, a private inferno fueled by their closeness. Her quiet moans still echoed in his ears, each one a testament to her reserved nature giving way to passion. Arthur's hands lingered on her thighs, his touch both reverent and bold, a perfect counterpoint to Seraphina's delicate intensity. Sensing the moment's crescendo, he tightened his grip on her waist, lifting her effortlessly as he moved toward the edge of the bath.


Chapter 550 - An Ice Flower (5) [R18]