Fallen_Void

Congratulations! You’ve died tragically... by dog bite. Now welcome to Aetherion — a magical world where immortality is handed out like candy… but only if you get married.

Too bad Einar, our socially allergic, relationship-phobic MC, would rather chug poison than hold hands.

Waking up in the obese body of a trash-tier noble with the personality of a rotting potato, Einar discovers he’s got:

1. A talking book with abandonment issues,


2. A flirty system obsessed with marrying him off,


3. A maid who verbally dropkicks him daily,


4. And a whole town that wants him six feet under.



Armed with sarcasm, a chaos-powered body, and the refusal to simp for immortality, Einar sets out to defy fate, dodge romance, and maybe — just maybe — become OP enough to survive the next world-ending calamity.


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Warning: It's not a smut, the story has dark and horror elements (Eldritch horror), MC will be single he won't elope with any woman whatsoever, MC isn't spineless or flustered kind, MC has sickening level of independence syndrome 

Thank you

Single for Eternity

Leiruat's breath caught in her throat as the name Ebon Val Borg settled heavily in the air. Even as a remnant spirit, she felt an instinctual reaction—a volatile blend of fear, reverence, and an undeniable loathing.

The mention of that name brought with it memories she didn't even remember forming—fragments of prayers, curses, and whispers in the void.

She swallowed hard. "The God of Malevolence… the one who lives in the fractured planes?"

Lord Skin—the corrupted god who had once been known as Ness, God of Darkness—nodded slowly. There was a strange solemnity to the gesture, as if the mention of Ebon evoked something deeper than dread. A history. A betrayal. A war.