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 Festival of the Red Sun was a sacred event—one that carried the weight of centuries, tradition woven into every detail from the ceremonial armor to the intricate, solar-threaded banners that caught the light just so. It was held in the Southern Sea Sun Palace, a place both breathtaking and isolated, its walls bathed in golden light and its towers piercing the sky like the ambitions of its rulers.


Chapter 461 - Festival of the Red Sun (1)