Bits of Love, Lines of Code - Chapter 8 - 6: Echoes of Recognition — The Calm Before the Dream

After making a deal with a peculiar goddess, Victor awakens in a new world of swords & magic with a body of pure darkness and far too many eyes.

He had become a Netherborne—the strongest undead race in all of existence.

But what happens when a human mind inhabits such a creature? With dulled emotions and an insatiable hunger?

Does only death and destruction await the world? Or will Victor be the herald of a new undead civilization?

I possessed the body of a villain who torments the male protagonist in a tragic story and dies.Before meeting the male protagonist, I managed to endure my miserable life with survival skills and magic.When I finally met the male protagonist:“Get lost.”He bared his teeth like a kitten.But as we got a little closer,“Lila, help me.”I worked hard to take care of this unexpectedly pitiable young master.And then…“Lila, do you love me?”“What?”“I’m asking if you love me.”“…Young Master.”“I love you.”“…”When I was too stunned to respond, he smiled and approached me.“Lila, tell me you love me. If you do, I’ll give you everything I have. Okay?”It seems I raised him too well.The young master I had so carefully raised began to obsess over me.

He’s the Wolf King on the battlefield, one that mastered peerless martial arts and the sophisticated art of medicine. He originally wanted to just live a peaceful life, but his wife who’s a CEO thought he’s a loser and wanted a divorce. The cold war between husband and wife began.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.