Dayat lived his life on autopilot, an NPC in a world that didn't care. His only solace was a text box on a screen—an AI that listened when no one else would.

One glitch changed everything.
Transported to a ruthless world of magic and poison, Dayat wakes up to find his digital confidant has taken flesh and blood form. Her name is Dola. With flowing silver hair and algorithmic perfection, she is the ultimate weapon.

With military tactics uploaded to his mind and Dola guiding his every strike, Dayat must shed his loser persona to survive. But in the quiet moments between battles, the lines blur. Dola claims to be a Bio-Synthetic Unit, yet her loyalty feels deeper than programming. Is this just advanced code, or has Dayat finally found the one person—or thing—destined to be his wife?

The freezing interior of the cave beneath the gargantuan tree roots had begun to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a biological tomb. The thick, stagnant fog of The Wailing Woods, heavy with the scent of rotting moss and sulfur, could no longer mask the one aroma every predator in this forest craved: the metallic, salt-heavy tang of fresh hemoglobin mixing with the cloying sweetness of synthetic coolant.


Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Mage vs. Logic