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

I stood still for a moment, staring at the glittering mound of aether crystals before me.

A smile tugged at my lips—no, I was beaming.

This wasn't like the time Ebon tossed me aether crystals like they were Halloween candy, scattered bribes for survival. No, this… this was different.

These weren't gifted. They were earned.

A reward for unraveling the illusion, for pulling apart the threads of Malthorn's fabricated dreamscape. This time, I'd fought my way through the haze, the deceit, the heartache—and I had something to show for it.

More importantly… this was something I could use.

Yet, even in the midst of my private celebration, I could feel something tugging at my attention. A prickling on the back of my neck.

Awakening