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

[ Resistance to pheromones granted. ]

[ Effects of pheromones removed. ]

[ Nascent Rift Core saturation increased. ]

My turmoiled mind regained its composure, and all the thoughts of wanting to be a part of this family—the yearning for warmth and connection—vanished like smoke in the wind.

'So, the woman releases pheromones that ignite deep emotional responses.'

I clicked my tongue in frustration, though I maintained a calm expression on the outside. I was still locked in a soft embrace, but now I understood it for what it was—an involuntary manipulation, not a pure reunion.

After a few lingering seconds, I gently pulled away from them, creating a respectful distance. My heart was steady again, the fog lifted.

I cleared my throat. "We should move on. The guests must be waiting."

Varek regarded me for a beat before nodding. "You're right, we shouldn't keep them too long."

Sovereign Trial