Reincarnated as the Villainess’s Unlucky Bodyguard

Three years had passed since Liria Silverthorn stepped into the abyss and never looked back.

The girl she had been reckless, hesitant, burdened by questions had been burned away in the fire of transformation. What remained was something honed, sharpened, and utterly unrecognizable to the world she had left behind.

At fifteen, she stood tall, exuding a quiet, effortless authority. Her presence commanded attention, not through childish arrogance but through a mastery of power that most could only dream of wielding. The raw strength that had once bubbled beneath the surface was no longer a whisper—it was a symphony, conducted with precision.

She was not the Dark Sovereign.

Not yet.

But soon.

And today, she would take the final step.

Today, she would break the seal.

The chamber of the Abyssal Binding stretched endlessly before her, a cathedral of obsidian and violet flame, its walls humming with power that had been untouched for centuries. At the center of the great hall, bound by chains woven from celestial silver and abyssal steel, was the throne of her Sovereign.

The Dark Sovereign had never truly been free.

Not yet.

Her influence had remained, vast and undeniable, but her form—her true form—had been shackled within the depths of the abyss, sealed by ancient magic designed to ensure she would never rise again.

It had taken three years to undo the layers of imprisonment.

Three years of study, of warping reality to her will, of reshaping herself into the weapon she needed to become.

Tonight, it would end.

Liria stepped forward, each footfall measured, precise.

The chains rattled at her approach. Not in warning, but in anticipation.

Waiting.

Eager.

The Dark Sovereign sat upon her throne, her expression as serene as ever, as if time itself had never touched her. She had never fought against her bindings. She had simply waited.

Because she had known.

She had always known.

The golden eyes that had once welcomed Liria home now regarded her with quiet expectation.

"You are ready," the Dark Sovereign murmured.

Liria's lips curved slightly. "Of course."

A soft laugh, rich and approving.

There was no hesitation in her movements as she lifted her hands.

Power thrummed through her veins, no longer a separate entity but an extension of herself, obedient to her every whim. Shadows coiled at her fingertips, licking at the ancient runes that had been etched into the chains so long ago.

Three years ago, this would have been impossible.

Now, it was effortless.

The first chain cracked.

A low, guttural tremor rippled through the chamber, shaking the very foundations of reality.

The system—silent for days—finally stirred.

[Liria.]

Its voice had changed over the years. No longer a frantic, desperate attempt to pull her back to what she had been.

That had been abandoned long ago.

Now, its tone was smooth. Dark.

Almost pleased.

[Do it.]

Liria smiled. "I'm already ahead of you."

The second chain shattered.

The flames lining the chamber walls flared, licking up toward the high ceilings, casting monstrous shadows that danced like specters.

The Dark Sovereign did not move, did not speak.

She only watched.

The third chain fractured.

The abyss itself shuddered.

Liria's blood burned with exhilaration, the thrill of the moment settling deep into her bones. She had been destined for this. She had always been destined for this.

The final chain, the one forged by the last celestial king before his empire crumbled to dust, glowed with a dying light. It had been the strongest, the most resistant, the last desperate attempt of the heavens to keep what they feared most imprisoned forever.

It had held.

Until now.

Liria reached out, her fingers curling around the shimmering metal. The power within it screamed, resisting her very presence. It tried to push back, to reject the darkness that had long since claimed her.

She crushed it in her grasp.

The sound it made was like the wailing of gods.

A shockwave of raw energy exploded outward, fracturing the stone beneath her feet, sending cracks racing up the walls. The abyss howled, the chains dissolving into nothing, their burden lifted at last.

The Dark Sovereign rose.

For the first time in centuries, she moved.

Golden eyes burned, not with fury, not with vengeance—

With triumph.

Her power unfurled like a storm, expanding, filling every crevice of existence, reclaiming what had been taken from her.

Liria stood before her, unflinching.

She had expected this. Had prepared for this.

The world had feared the Dark Sovereign's return.

They had failed to understand one thing.

She had never truly left.

She had only been waiting.

And now, she was free.

The Dark Sovereign turned her gaze to Liria, her smile razor-sharp.

"You have done well," she said, and there was no deception in her voice, only satisfaction.

Liria inclined her head, accepting the praise she had earned.

"Was there ever any doubt?"

A low chuckle. "Not from me."

The system, now fully embracing the descent it had once tried to prevent, spoke in a tone that was almost gleeful.

[Oh, this is going to be fun.]

Liria's smirk deepened.

"Yes," she murmured, watching as the shadows swirled around them, the first pieces of the world to bow before the Dark Sovereign's return.

"It is."

The silence that followed was not empty.

It was thick, charged with power, humming through the very air like a living thing. The chamber of the Abyssal Binding—once a prison—had been reshaped into something far greater. A throne room reborn.

The Dark Sovereign stretched her fingers, testing the weight of her own body for the first time in centuries. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if savoring the return of sensation. The golden glow of her eyes burned brighter, unrestrained, her presence pressing against the fabric of reality itself.

Liria watched, standing at the center of it all, a satisfied smirk resting on her lips.

For three years, she had worked toward this moment. The whispers had guided her, the lessons had sharpened her, the power had molded her.

And now, the world would feel the consequences.

The Dark Sovereign turned toward her, expression unreadable yet undeniably pleased. "It is done."

Liria exhaled, the weight of the moment settling into her bones. "Yes."

[Finally,] the system purred. [You'd think breaking an ancient celestial seal would be harder.]

The Dark Sovereign's lips twitched at the words, though her gaze remained on Liria. "You have grown strong."

Liria tilted her head, watching the way the shadows curled around her fingers, answering her call before she even needed to think. "I had a good teacher."

The golden eyes studied her, something deeper lurking beneath their glow. "Is that what you think I am?"

Liria's smirk didn't falter. "You were the one who said I was returning to what was already mine. I assume that means we're equals."

A beat of silence.

Then, the Dark Sovereign laughed.

It wasn't mocking. It wasn't dismissive.

It was approving.

The sound sent a ripple through the chamber, the very walls reacting to her presence, shifting in recognition.

"You are bold," she said, voice smooth as molten gold. "I knew it the moment I saw you."

Liria didn't lower her gaze. "And yet, you waited three years before I could free you."

The Dark Sovereign stepped closer, her presence a force that most would have crumbled under. But Liria stood firm.

"I needed to see if you would become what you were meant to be," she murmured. "And you have."

Liria's pulse thrummed in time with the abyss itself. "So what now?"

The Dark Sovereign lifted her hand, and the space around them bent. The remnants that had once lingered in the abyss stirred, drawn toward the power that had been unleashed.

Their forms, once shapeless, took on greater definition. Warriors, sorcerers, rulers—beings that had once knelt at the feet of the Dark Sovereign before the world had sealed her away.

And now, they were returning.

The first of them knelt.

Then the second.

Then all of them.

Shadows thickened around their forms, raw energy shifting, their silent devotion palpable.

The Dark Sovereign turned to Liria once more. "Now, we rebuild."

A flicker of something sharp and hungry curled in Liria's chest.

[Ohoho,] the system murmured, pleased. [Now this is what I like to see.]

The remnants remained bowed, awaiting their Sovereign's command. The weight of history hung in the air, pressing against the edges of time itself.

Liria inhaled deeply, letting the moment settle.

She had spent so long walking the path of power, stripping away what was unnecessary, carving herself into something unstoppable.

And now, she stood at the precipice of something far greater.

The Dark Sovereign's golden gaze held hers, unwavering. "Are you ready to take the next step?"

Liria's fingers curled into fists, energy crackling at her fingertips.

A slow smile stretched across her lips.

"I was born ready."

The Dark Sovereign's smile widened, approval glinting in her golden eyes. The remnants remained kneeling, their silent devotion a testament to the power that had been restored.

Liria exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of expectation settle upon her shoulders—not as a burden, but as a right.

[Look at them,] the system murmured, almost reverent. [They know who you are now.]

Liria met the Dark Sovereign's gaze, her smirk unwavering. "Then let's begin."

The abyss stirred in response, and with it, the world shifted. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

It was time to reclaim what had been lost.