Reincarnated as the Villainess’s Unlucky Bodyguard

Liria stood in the heart of the abyss, feeling the pulse of power that now thrummed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.

The remnants had dispersed, fading into the ever-shifting shadows of this realm, awaiting their Sovereign's next command. The Dark Sovereign herself remained on her throne, watching, golden eyes alight with quiet satisfaction.

Liria had done it. She had broken the chains, shattered the last bindings of the celestial seal, and freed the being who had whispered in her thoughts for years.

She should have felt something—fear, hesitation, even the remnants of doubt.

But there was only certainty.

Her body felt weightless yet filled with raw, undeniable strength. The abyss around her did not reject her; it embraced her, recognized her. This was not a place of exile.

It was home.

And then, with a soft chime in the back of her mind, the system stirred.

For the first time in months, it spoke with the same calculated efficiency it once used to mock and reprimand her.

[Status Update: Significant growth detected. Recalculating parameters…]

A pause.

Then, text unfolded before her eyes, sharp and vivid, her personal truth written in numbers.

[Updated Status]

Name: Liria Silverthorn

Race: Abyssal Hybrid (Demon-Abyssal Ascendant)

Level: 75

Experience: 48,900/78,000

Health: 19,800/19,800

Magic: 14,500/14,500

Attributes:

• Strength: 140

• Agility: 135

• Endurance: 128

• Intelligence: 92

• Magic: 170

Abilities:

• Swordsmanship (Level 10 - Mastered)

• Endurance Training (Level 9)

• Abyssal Dominion (Level 5 - Exclusive Skill)

• Shadowflare Blade (Level 7 - Sovereign's Variant)

• Nightflame Shield (Level 5)

• Hellstorm (Level 6)

• Inferno Burst (Level 7)

• Sovereign's Ember (Level 6 - Awakened)

• Spectral Binding (Level 4)

• Voidstep (Level 5 - Exclusive Skill)

• Abyssal Grasp (Level 4 - Exclusive Skill)

• Dark Requiem (Level 3 - Forbidden Skill)

Liria blinked.

Once.

Twice.

She exhaled slowly, flexing her fingers as the raw numbers settled in her mind.

Level 75.

Her last recorded level had been 30.

Her strength had nearly doubled. Her magic was a force that, three years ago, would have cracked her mind under its sheer weight.

A small, quiet thrill coursed through her veins.

She had known she was getting stronger. She had felt it with every battle, every lesson, every moment spent bending the abyss to her will.

But to see it written out so plainly?

It was intoxicating.

The system remained silent for a long moment before speaking again, its voice carrying something Liria had never heard before.

[This… is different.]

She smirked. "Understatement of the century."

[No, I mean it. I knew you were changing. I accepted it. Hell, I encouraged it. But this? These stats shouldn't be possible in just three years. Not unless—]

It hesitated.

Liria raised a brow. "Unless?"

[Unless you were never mortal to begin with.]

The words hung in the air, sinking into her like a truth she had long suspected.

The Dark Sovereign chuckled from her throne. "Your system is smarter than I expected."

Liria turned toward her, her smirk unfaltering. "So, it's right?"

The golden eyes gleamed. "You were never meant to be weak, child."

A flicker of something deep, something undeniable, coiled in Liria's chest.

She had felt it, hadn't she? The way her magic never aligned quite right with human or even demon standards. The way her instincts had always been sharper, more attuned to something beyond the understanding of others.

Three years ago, she had ignored it. She had convinced herself that she was simply evolving, adapting, learning.

Now?

Now, she understood.

This was never about gaining power.

It was about reclaiming what had been hers all along.

The system let out something that almost sounded like a laugh.

[Well. This changes everything.]

Liria grinned, stretching her arms as power rippled beneath her skin. "I'd say it was about time."

She had ascended.

And the world had no idea what was coming.

Liria flexed her fingers, watching the abyssal energy ripple beneath her skin. Power surged through her veins—thick, undeniable, intoxicating. It wasn't just strength; it was certainty.

She wasn't guessing anymore. She wasn't fumbling to understand the changes in her body or the whispering urges at the back of her mind. She knew now. She belonged here.

The Dark Sovereign watched from her throne, a slow, knowing smile stretching across her lips. "How does it feel?" she asked, voice rich with amusement, with pride. "To finally understand what you are?"

Liria exhaled, feeling her own breath hum with power. "It feels…" She rolled her shoulders, stretching, testing. "Like I've been asleep this whole time."

The Dark Sovereign's golden eyes gleamed. "And now?"

Liria met her gaze, the flickering abyss reflected in her mismatched eyes. A slow grin spread across her lips. "Now, I'm awake."

The air around them pulsed as if the abyss itself had heard her words and approved. Shadows coiled around her feet like eager pets, drawn to the raw energy spilling from her.

The system chimed in again, its tone strangely careful.

[Your stats are unprecedented. You are no longer constrained by conventional progression. Be advised—your existence has shifted beyond standard classification.]

Liria chuckled. "Is that your way of saying I've broken the rules?"

[No,] the system corrected. [You are the new rule.]

The thrill that coiled in her chest was something she couldn't suppress. The Dark Sovereign had said as much before, but hearing it confirmed—even from the system—made it undeniable.

She wasn't just some wayward girl who had stumbled into power. She wasn't simply a half-demon, a former human, or even something that fit neatly into any category.

She was something new.

Something the world wasn't ready for.

The Dark Sovereign rose from her throne, the movement impossibly graceful, effortlessly commanding. "Then it's time for you to learn," she murmured, stepping closer. "You have freed me. Now, let's see what you can do with that power."

A flick of her wrist, and the abyss trembled. The shadows deepened, shifting like living ink, forming jagged spires and shifting terrain. The emptiness was no longer empty—it was a battlefield.

Liria grinned, rolling her neck. "Training?"

"Call it… refinement," the Dark Sovereign said, tilting her head, her smile full of sharp amusement. "Unless you think you've already reached your peak?"

Liria let out a low, breathy laugh. "I haven't even started."

The system hummed.

[Engaging Abyssal Adaptation. Environment recognized: Combat Simulation.]

The words barely registered before the Dark Sovereign moved.

No warning. No hesitation.
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Just a blur of crimson and black, and then—impact.

Liria barely had time to react before a shockwave sent her skidding backward. She dug her heels in, black flames bursting from her hands to steady herself.

The Dark Sovereign didn't give her a second to breathe. She was fast—faster than anything Liria had ever faced. Not just speed. She moved like the abyss itself, untethered by the laws of reality.

Liria saw the second strike coming a fraction too late. She twisted, avoiding a direct hit, but the force still caught her side, sending her spiraling.

She landed hard, dust and shadows rising around her.

The Dark Sovereign laughed. "Not bad," she mused. "But not good either."

Liria wiped her mouth, grinning despite herself. "You are enjoying this."

"I've waited centuries for entertainment. Don't disappoint me."

Liria shot forward, her body moving almost on instinct. The abyss answered her call, her movements sharper, her attacks faster.

Sword against fire, abyss against abyss.

The clash sent shockwaves through the void, distorting the space around them. The Dark Sovereign deflected every strike with an ease that bordered on mockery, but Liria could feel it—she was adjusting, adapting.

[Processing combat data… Adjusting technique synchronization…]

Liria struck again, faster this time. A feint, a shift in weight, a calculated spin. Her blade sang as it met resistance—not her opponent's hand, but her conjured blade of abyssal fire.

The Dark Sovereign's golden eyes glowed. "Ah."

Liria smirked. "Didn't expect that?"

A low chuckle. "Oh, you really are mine."

Liria felt it too—the way her power naturally fit here, the way the abyss didn't reject her, the way her instincts had sharpened to match her opponent's tempo.

She wasn't just training.

She was claiming something.

Her rightful place.

The battle raged on, and Liria had never felt more alive.

Liria exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders as the heat of battle coursed through her veins. Every strike, every step, every flicker of abyssal energy around her felt like a second skin—natural, effortless.

The Dark Sovereign smirked, golden eyes flashing as she parried another attack. "Good. You're learning."

Liria didn't bother responding. Words were pointless in the middle of a fight like this. Instead, she shifted, twisting her sword mid-strike, letting the weight of it guide her movement rather than force it.

The blade caught fire—black, flickering flames surging down its length, an extension of herself.

The Dark Sovereign stepped back just slightly, barely enough to dodge, but Liria noticed.

It wasn't much.

It wasn't victory.

But it was something.

A grin spread across her lips. "Not bad?"

The Dark Sovereign chuckled. "Satisfactory."

Then, faster than Liria could react, she was gone.

A whisper of motion, a flicker of red in the darkness—

And then a hard impact against Liria's ribs, sending her crashing back.

Liria gasped, barely landing on her feet, the thrill of battle still roaring in her ears.

She wiped her mouth, eyes glinting.

This was just the beginning.