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 aroma of white-hot iron and the biting sting of sulfurous steam within Terragard's Royal Foundry usually served as a soothing balm for Dayat's soul, a familiar echo of industrial logic. But today, the rhythmic, distant thudding of the pneumatic sledgehammers felt like heavy mallets striking directly into the soft tissue of his brain.


Chapter 59 - Chapter 59: The Foundry of Progress