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?

Morning in Karak-Zorn was never a matter of silence. The city existed in a perpetual state of industrial resonance—the rhythmic, thunderous thuds of pneumatic sledgehammers from the lower districts and the constant, high-pressure hiss of steam escaping from gargantuan brass valves created an eternal, mechanical orchestra. It was the "Stone Breath," a reminder that the heart of the mountain never stopped beating. However, inside the lavishly carved guest suite reserved for the "Honorary Guest," the silence was thick, cold, and heavy with unspoken tension.


Chapter 55 - Chapter 55: Manifestation: Industrial Lathe