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 secondary ventilation duct was a narrow, suffocating vein of galvanized steel and copper, damp with the condensation of a thousand steam cycles and reeking of acrid rust mingled with the lingering, sulfurous stench of the Abyss. The metallic walls were hot to the touch, vibrating with the low-frequency thrum of Terragard's gargantuan geothermal engines working somewhere in the distant bedrock. The neon-green luminescence from Dayat's GPNVG-18 goggles sliced through the absolute gloom, illuminating microscopic dust particles dancing in the air and thick, viscous droplets of fluid seeping from the pipe joints overhead.


Chapter 64 - Chapter 64: Kancil’s Training Ground