Alex’s eyes snapped open.
His body felt… wrong.
Heavy, yet light. Weak, yet buzzing with a strange warmth that pulsed from his chest to his fingertips.
He blinked a few times as the vision stabilized.
He was still in the courtyard of Darkfang Fortress. The divine blast had scorched the stone tiles, now cracked and glowing faintly. Smoke drifted in lazy swirls. The hero party had vanished—retreated after their spell failed to finish him off.
And Lyra…
He turned his head.
She lay beside him, unconscious but breathing. Her face was pale. There was a faint red thread of light connecting her chest to his.
“Dark Binding…” he whispered.
The choice had been instant. Desperate.
But now that it was done, the consequences started creeping in.
System alerts flickered across his vision.
Dark Binding Complete – Soul Link Established
Target: Lyra VexhartLoyalty Status: 100% – DevotedBond Path Unlocked: Shadow ConsortAccess Granted: Shared Skill Tree | Memory Sync | Tactical Link“Memory sync?” he muttered, blinking at the words.
The moment he said it, a flood of images slammed into his brain.
Pain. Blood. Steel on steel. Lyra’s memories.
He saw her childhood—raised in a war camp, taught to kill before she could spell her name.
He saw her betrayal by the noble house she once served, her imprisonment, and her eventual escape to the wilderness where Lord Virex had found her.
But it wasn’t just her past.
He saw game lore. Details only NPCs knew. Secret quests that never unlocked. Events that only triggered under specific conditions. Items hidden in maps long since removed from player rotations.
He gasped, falling back against the scorched stones, clutching his head.
“Holy hell…”
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
A final screen blinked into view:
Memory Sync Complete
New Data Acquired:Secret Event: The Crimson Heir Rebellion – [Location: Redspire Keep – Unlocked]
**NPC Weakness: Sir Garran of the Westwind Order – Obsession with lost wife]
**Cheat Code Fragment: “Ashes to Rebirth” – Unlocks hidden relic once per month.]
Alex sat up, the information clicking into place.
“This… this is huge.”
He turned to Lyra, still unconscious but stirring. He could feel her presence now—not just physically. Her thoughts were distant echoes. Her heartbeat was synced to his. Even her pain registered like a dull throb behind his ribs.
“I bound you to save myself,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But it looks like you might’ve just saved everything.”
He stood slowly, testing his strength. The system damage had been stabilized. His Villain Interface flickered with updates.
System Integrity: 79% – Stable
Loyalty Perks Unlocked:Shadow Meld – Use Lyra’s stealth to vanish from sight, even mid-battle.
Memory Sync – Unlock deeper knowledge from bound allies.
Dual Tactics – Combine abilities during battle for synergy attacks.
He glanced down at her again.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “We’re not playing the same game anymore.”
A voice called from the gate tower.
“My Lord! The enemy has retreated beyond the ridge!”
He looked up to see one of the fortress guards—helmet dented, arm in a sling—saluting him weakly.
“Good,” Alex called back. “Tend to the wounded. And reinforce the gates. We’re not giving them a second shot.”
“Yes, Lord Virex!”
He hated how natural that sounded now. How easily the title rolled off their tongues.
Still… it had a certain ring to it.
He turned back to the fortress and carried Lyra inside, ignoring the ache in his limbs.
By nightfall, she was awake.
Lying in his private chamber on a black-draped bed, her expression was tight with fatigue.
“You okay?” he asked from a chair nearby.
Her eyes opened slowly. “Did… did you bind me?”
“I did,” he said softly. “To stop the judgment spell. It was that, or die.”
Her brow furrowed. “You should’ve let me die.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not happening. You’re stuck with me now.”
There was a long silence before she whispered, “I can feel you. Like… even when I close my eyes.”
“I know. It’s weird. But useful.”
She looked at him sharply. “Useful?”
Alex nodded. “I got access to your memories. Not everything. Just enough. There’s a rebellion quest hidden in Redspire Keep. And Garran? The Westwind Knight? Total pushover if you mention his wife.”
Lyra blinked. “You saw that?”
“I saw a lot.”
He stood and paced.
“This world—it's not locked anymore. Whatever happened when I showed up, I’m not just some NPC playing a script. The system’s letting me change things.”
He tapped the interface and pulled up the newly unlocked event.
Event: The Crimson Heir Rebellion
Summary: A hidden faction within the Redspire military is planning a coup against the ruling duke. Success grants political leverage, rare items, and control of the Redspire region.Trigger Condition: Prevent assassination of rebel leader’s daughter within 48 hours.“We move tomorrow,” he said.
“You want to join a rebellion now?” Lyra asked, raising a brow.
“No. I want to own it. These people hate the empire. They’ll follow anyone who helps them win. We turn them, we get troops. Resources. Influence.”
“And if they betray you?”
Alex smirked. “Then we burn them down and take the keep anyway.”
By dawn, they were already en route.
He took only a small group—Lyra, two of his remaining elite guards, and a wagon disguised as a merchant caravan.
The path to Redspire was narrow and lined with jagged cliffs. It was far from any main trade road, and few dared travel it with the rebellion rumors in full swing.
As the sun rose higher, Alex pulled Lyra aside.
“We need to plan this smart. The rebel leader’s daughter—Alira—gets targeted in a marketplace ambush.”
Lyra rubbed her temples. “I remember… I think her assassin was hired by the duke’s spymaster.”
“Exactly. We stop that, we get her trust.”
They reached the outer village by late afternoon, blending in with the sparse crowd. Redspire Keep loomed in the distance like a blade pointed at the sky.
The market square was small—stone buildings, thatched roofs, people rushing around nervously.
Alex scanned the crowd, waiting.
And there she was.
Alira—barely twenty, blonde hair tucked under a green cloak, basket in hand, clearly trying to look normal.
Alex’s system blinked.
Event Countdown: 04:12
Objective: Prevent assassination.“She’s marked,” he said. “Two men tailing her. Third on the roof to the left.”
Lyra vanished into the crowd without a word.
Alex moved fast, ducking behind a cart and signaling to one of his guards.
“Roof guy first,” he muttered. “Silent.”
The guard nodded and climbed the narrow alleyway like a spider.
Alex circled around, approaching Alira directly. She flinched as he neared.
“Don’t scream,” he said quickly. “There’s no time. You’re about to die.”
She blinked, face pale. “What?”
Then the first attacker struck.
Lyra caught the blade mid-air, deflecting it with her dagger and jamming a knee into the man’s gut. He hit the ground hard, groaning.
The second one lunged from behind.
Alex caught his arm, twisted, and slammed him into a fruit stand.
By the time the third dropped from the roof, one of his guards tackled him mid-air.
It was over in seconds.
The crowd screamed and fled, but the girl didn’t move.
“Who… who are you?” Alira asked, breathless.
“Someone who just saved your life,” Alex said. “And someone who wants to talk to your father.”
“Why would I trust you?”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“Because I know about the rebellion. And I know where the duke plans to strike next.”
Her eyes widened.
“Follow me,” she said quickly, pulling her cloak tighter. “Now. Before more come.”
As they followed her through winding alleys and secret doors, Lyra stepped beside him.
“So… this is how you rewrite fate?”
He grinned.
“No. This is how we cheat fate.”
But just before they reached the rebel safe house, the system flashed again.
Alert: Counter-Event Detected
Spymaster Roland has marked you as a target. Assassins inbound. Estimated time: 00:15Alex stared at the screen, then at Lyra.
“We’ve got company.”

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