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 darkness within the deepest sectors of Karak-Zorn was not a natural absence of light. It was a heavy, viscous gloom, thick with the humidity of geothermal steam and the biting, metallic scent of rusted iron mingled with the putrid, nose-stinging aroma of burning sulfur. In the claustrophobic corridors known as The Deep Steam Vents, the bioluminescent glow of the ceiling crystals could no longer reach. The only illumination came from the dull, angry red of glowing steam pipes and the mechanical heartbeat of the city, which rumbled through the stone walls like the low-frequency growl of a buried leviathan.


Chapter 56 - Chapter 56: Dola’s Origin Inquiry