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 rhythmic chugging of the stolen logistics carriage's steam engine felt like the labored heartbeat of a dying titan. White, acrid smoke billowed from the jagged iron chimney, slicing through the thinning gray mists of the Wailing Woods as the vehicle climbed higher into the rocky foothills. Inside the wood-paneled cabin, which swayed violently with every turn of the serrated wheels, the harsh rattling of Brassvale's industrial engineering provided a jarring, heavy-metal soundtrack to a silence that felt both awkward and strangely warm.


Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: Dayat’s Emotional Acceptance