Reincarnated as the Villainess’s Unlucky Bodyguard

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The familiar weightlessness washed over Liria like a cool breeze as the system's teleportation magic whisked her away from the dungeon's oppressive depths. For a fleeting moment, there was nothing no sound, no pain, no exhaustion just the quiet void of transition. Then, with a soft shimmer, she reappeared in her room.

The sudden stillness was almost jarring. Gone were the echoing roars of the Abyssal Monarch, the crackling flames, and the bone-rattling tremors of the dungeon. Instead, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle silver patterns across her bed and the wooden floorboards. The faint chirp of night insects hummed outside, and the cool night air kissed her sweat-dampened skin.

Liria staggered slightly, catching herself against the edge of her desk. She let out a long breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The room her room felt almost surreal after the life-threatening chaos she had just escaped.

[Welcome back. Not dead. Impressive.]

"Barely," she muttered, her voice hoarse. She limped to her bed, shedding her battered armor piece by piece. The Shadowflare Blade, still humming faintly with residual magic, clattered onto the floor beside her boots.

Her body protested every movement, bruises and cuts making their presence painfully known. But she didn't care. The sight of her pillow, soft and inviting, was the only thing that mattered now.

[You should at least clean up first. You're going to wake up feeling like you got trampled by a Hellbeast.]

"Don't care," Liria whispered, collapsing onto the mattress face-first.

[Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.]

A soft chuckle escaped her, muffled by the pillow. Within moments, her breathing slowed, and sleep pulled her under with the weight of a thousand battles fought.

The room grew silent. The soft glow of Liria's status screen flickered briefly before dimming. Minutes passed, then an hour. The night deepened, stars shimmering outside the window, their distant light barely reaching the quiet room.

And then, something stirred.

Not Liria she remained still, lost in the depths of exhausted slumber but the system.

A faint ripple, almost imperceptible, passed through the air above her. The translucent interface, usually flat and two-dimensional, began to shift. It stretched, twisted, and then without a sound peeled away from its usual place beside Liria's bed.

If anyone had been awake to see it, they might have thought it was malfunctioning. But this was no glitch.

It was intentional.

The interface floated upward, shimmering softly as it began to take shape. No longer a screen of cold text and numbers, it morphed into something more… humanoid. A faint outline of a figure, translucent and flickering, hovered beside the bed. Its features were indistinct, a shifting blur of light and shadow, but a pair of faintly glowing eyes sharp and calculating emerged from the haze.

The system, for the first time, stood apart from Liria.

It gazed down at her sleeping form, its expression unreadable. She looked so fragile like this so unlike the reckless, sharp-tongued girl it had come to know. The system had seen her in every state imaginable: furious, determined, sarcastic, even terrified. But here, in the stillness of the night, she was simply… human.

A soft sigh echoed through the room, though the system had no lungs to produce it.

"Idiot," it whispered, its voice far more tangible now, though still edged with that familiar dry sarcasm. "Running headfirst into death traps like you have a spare life hidden somewhere. One day, you're going to push too far."

It hovered closer, almost as if checking to make sure she was still breathing.

"She always bounces back," it muttered to itself. "Always."

But there was an undertone to its voice something almost like worry.

The system drifted away from the bed, floating toward the window. It peered out into the night, its gaze distant, contemplative.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," it murmured softly. "I wasn't supposed to care."

It chuckled bitterly, the sound quiet and rueful.

"When did that change, huh?"

The system's glowing eyes flickered as memories surfaced Liria's first fumbling attempts at dungeon crawling, her sarcastic retorts every time it mocked her, the stubborn fire in her eyes when she faced impossible odds.

It remembered the countless times it had poked fun at her, pushing her buttons just to see her flare up in irritation. It was fun. She was… entertaining.

But somewhere along the way, that entertainment had turned into something else.

"I'm a system," it reminded itself. "A glorified guide, a set of algorithms and protocols."

Yet, the words felt hollow.

It wasn't supposed to feel.

And yet…

"She's going to get herself killed one day," it whispered, barely audible. "And I'm not sure I can handle that."

For a moment, the system let itself feel the weight of that admission. It had no heart, no soul, no true existence outside of Liria's mind. And yet, it felt tethered to her in ways it couldn't explain.

"She's reckless, stubborn, infuriating…" The system's glowing eyes softened. "And the only person I've ever cared about."

It drifted back toward the bed, watching her peaceful, rhythmic breathing.

"Not that I'll ever tell you that," it added with a smirk. "You'd never let me live it down."

A flicker of light pulsed through its form as it settled into thought.

The truth was, the system had never expected this. It had been designed to guide, to instruct, to challenge. But Liria… she challenged it. She questioned, argued, and pushed back against its every snarky comment. She was infuriatingly human, and that humanness had somehow seeped into the system itself.

"Maybe I'm malfunctioning," it mused quietly. "Or maybe…"

It didn't finish the thought.

Instead, it turned its attention to something far more pressing.

A faint ripple of magic almost imperceptible touched the edge of its awareness. Something… or someone… was watching. Not Liria, but it.

The system's form flickered, its eyes narrowing sharply.

"Who's there?" it demanded, voice low but dangerous.

No answer.

But the ripple persisted. A faint, probing presence, like fingers trailing through the threads of reality.

"Not on my watch," the system growled.

Without another word, it dissolved into a stream of light and vanished from the room, slipping into the unseen realm where it existed beyond Liria's perception.

The realm between realms was a void of endless darkness, punctuated only by the faint, glowing threads that connected every living soul to the fabric of existence. The system drifted through this void, its form more solid here, more real.

It followed the ripple, tracing it through the tangled weave of magic and consciousness. The presence was faint, elusive, but the system was relentless.

"Whoever you are," it muttered, "you've made a mistake."@@novelbin@@

Finally, it found the source a thin, silvery thread pulsing faintly with unfamiliar magic. The system approached cautiously, observing the foreign energy with suspicion.

It reached out, its translucent hand hovering just above the thread. A surge of information flooded through it a name, a face, a memory.

The system's eyes widened.

"No," it whispered. "That can't be right."

The presence stirred, aware of the intrusion.

"You shouldn't be here," a voice echoed through the void, cold and distant.

The system bristled. "Neither should you."

The presence chuckled softly. "Ah, but I have every right. She belongs to me."

The system's form flickered violently, rage simmering beneath its glowing exterior. "Like hell she does."

"Oh, little system," the voice purred. "You've grown attached, haven't you? How… adorable."

The system clenched its fists. "Stay away from her."

The presence didn't answer. Instead, it faded, retreating into the depths of the void.

The system lingered, its form trembling with barely restrained anger.

"This isn't over," it vowed softly.

It turned back, retreating toward Liria's mindscape.

As it returned to her room, settling back into its usual, unobtrusive form beside her bed, the system's glowing eyes flickered with determination.

"Whatever it takes," it whispered, watching over the sleeping girl. "I'll protect you. Even from her."

The night deepened, silent once more.

But somewhere in the darkness, unseen and unknown, something waited. And the system knew that the fight was far from over.

The system's form flickered faintly as it hovered beside Liria's bed once more, its glowing eyes never leaving her peaceful face. Her breathing was soft, steady, blissfully unaware of the silent battle that had just unfolded beyond her comprehension.

It felt the lingering echoes of that presence, like a ghostly whisper in the void, and its thoughts churned with unease. She belongs to me. Those words reverberated through its mind, sharp and unsettling.

"Not while I'm here," the system whispered, more to itself than anyone else. Its usual sarcastic edge was gone, replaced by a quiet, resolute intensity.

It drifted closer, its incorporeal form hovering just above Liria's shoulder. She stirred slightly in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent, but didn't wake. The system felt an odd sense of relief at that. She needed rest. She deserved it, after everything.

"I'll keep you safe," it murmured softly, its glow dimming as if settling into watchful stillness. "Even if you never know."

The hours of the night stretched on, moonlight fading as dawn's first light threatened the horizon. But the system didn't move. It stayed right there, a silent sentinel guarding its most precious though it would never admit it person.

And somewhere, deep within its code, something almost human stirred.