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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"Welcome back," Professor Nero's voice cut through the quiet hum of the lecture hall like a blade through silk. His presence commanded immediate attention, the kind of authority that came from decades of shaping the continent's most elite practitioners. "I trust your winter break was productive."


He tapped his tablet with practiced efficiency, and a shimmering holographic display materialized in the center of the room, bathing us all in a cool, blue light.


The new rankings pulsed in the air before us, each name glowing with soft luminescence:


Chapter 607 - Final Semester (2)