I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

The evening after a satisfying meal is meant to be relaxing and enjoyable.

Lynn returned to his treehouse and comfortably lay on the vine-woven lounge chair, savoring his recent gains—a breakthrough in strength, the awakening of new traits, and finally breaking through the barrier between him and Vera.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

However, this pleasant feeling did not last long.

A chill seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere, causing the temperature in the entire treehouse to drop sharply.

Lynn shivered and sat up from the recliner.

It's not just my imagination.

The temperature inside the treehouse was dropping at a perceptible rate, and his breath was even beginning to condense into a thin white mist in the air.

"What's going on?" He frowned and looked out the window.

It should have been a bright, starry night, but the view outside the window made his heart sink.

The sky seemed to have been splashed with a thick layer of ink, presenting an ominous, heavy dark gray, without a trace of starlight or moonlight.

The air was thick and oppressive, making even breathing difficult.

The glowing mushrooms in the settlement, which usually emitted a soft glow, now emitted an extremely unstable light, flickering on and off with a strange rhythm.

There was no wind, but the leaves were trembling slightly and irregularly, making a soft "rustling" sound.

It was as if countless terrifying things were moving through the forest.

The place was completely silent, yet it seemed to be filled with countless inaudible whispers.

This is not a natural celestial phenomenon.

Lynn's hair stood on end.

This atmosphere...

It was eerie, unsettling, and carried a malice that made people extremely uneasy.

This was nothing like the earth-shattering evil of undead calamities or dark magic eruptions common in Western fantasy worlds. Instead, it was more like the omens of ghosts about to appear in the Eastern supernatural tales he had read in his previous life.

"What the hell?" Lynn swallowed instinctively, but his throat felt dry.

He instinctively clenched his fist: "The Scourge version is still a long way off... and this art style is off!"

Lynn would rather face a group of skeleton warriors or death knights, at least he would know where the enemy was and how to fight them.

The current eeriness, permeating every inch of the environment, is even more chilling.

Just as his mind was at its most tense—

"Thump."

"Knock knock".

"Thump, thump, thump."

A knock came at the door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, piercing through the thick, oppressive air and striking Lynn's eardrums and heart directly.

The pace was frighteningly steady.

One strike, a pause, two strikes, a slightly longer pause, then three more strikes… The force and interval of each strike were measured as if with the most precise instrument, with no error whatsoever.

This excessive regularity, in this environment, becomes the greatest anomaly, exuding an inhuman, mechanical indifference.

Lynn felt as if her heart was being gripped by an icy hand, beating in sync with the knocking, each beat bringing a suffocating sense of pressure.

Fear, like ice water, poured down from above and spread to every part of my body.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing.

What lies behind the door? A twisted monster? A vengeful spirit? Or some incomprehensible rule?

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Run? The treehouse only has one door.

Hide? In this eerie atmosphere, there's probably nowhere to hide.

"Damn it, I'll risk it!" A ruthless glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

He mobilized the abundant magical power within his body after his breakthrough, and his hands quickly formed a complex and sacred hand seal—Holy Light Spell.

This is one of the signature divine spells of the Priests of Light in the Church of the Seven Gods, and it has a strong restraining effect on darkness, the undead, and evil spirits.

"Truth guides us, holy light cleanses evil!"

He does not possess light-based talents, so he is using the spellcasting method of Truth Magic at this time.

As he chanted softly, a surge of radiant magic flowed wildly into his hands.

He dared not hold back, pouring nearly a third of his magic power into it without reservation—

Unfortunately, the Holy Light spell can only absorb this much magical power at most.

Om-!

A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted in his palm!

The light of the Holy Light spell gave him a bit of courage.

Lynn mentally cheered himself on: "I'm a time traveler! A prophet! The future king of the harem! All demons and monsters, get out of my way! Materialist... uh, magical materialist warrior, fearless!"

Lynn trembled as she slowly made her way to the door.

When Lynn placed his hand on the door latch, the extremely cold touch made him shiver again.

The knocking on the door stopped.

A deathly silence.

Lynn swallowed hard and flung the door open!

The expected demons and monsters did not appear.

But the figure standing at the door was more terrifying than any ghost he had ever imagined.

It's Lia.

She was wearing a thin blue nightgown and standing barefoot on the cold ground.

Her long, light blue hair was loose, and wet droplets of water dripped down her back.

That once gentle and lovely face was now as pale and bloodless as if painted by the moonlight.

A faint, ominous black aura enveloped her. This aura was not substantial, but it distorted the light around her, making her outline appear somewhat blurry and indistinct.

And Leah's eyes.

Those platinum gray eyes, which were always clear and full of dependence and joy, had lost their lively luster.

It was as empty as a bottomless void.

There was no focus, and no emotion.

Seeing Lynn open the door, Lydia's face slowly, bit by bit, twitched into a smile.

The smile had a perfect curve, but it was as stiff as a doll's.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards, but his eyes remained empty and lifeless, creating a chilling sense of disconnect.

There was no warmth in her smile, only a deliberate, suffocating...tenderness?

"Brother..." Her voice rang out, incredibly gentle, even deliberately carrying a sweet ending, as if she were singing a lullaby, "You finally opened the door."

The sound pierced Lynn's ears, but it terrified him more than any shrill scream.

Extreme gentleness is a harbinger of turning to the dark side.

It seems as if the blood has gone out of control.

"Lia! What's wrong?!" But all the fear was instantly overwhelmed by an even stronger worry; nothing was more important than Leah.

Lynn disregarded the eerie atmosphere and stepped forward, grabbing Leah's shoulders and shaking her to try and wake her from her near-out-of-control state.

However, when his hands actually touched Leah's arms, which were exposed outside her pajamas—

cold!

The biting cold instantly traveled from my fingertips throughout my entire body!

Moreover, through contact, Lynn could clearly feel that the originally gentle and powerful water elemental power within Leah's body was now violently agitated.

Her divinity is falling.

Her bloodline was spiraling out of control.

"Lia?!!"

"Don't scare me! Look at me! Tell me what's wrong with you?!"

Lynn's voice was filled with panic and trembling. He gripped Leah's cold arms tightly, trying to use his magic to soothe the restless power within her.

But the divine child suddenly unleashed his power.

Even Saint-level beings have to give way, let alone mere Super-level beings.

Hearing Lynn's anxious shouts, the sickly smile on Leah's face froze slightly.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing at Lynn with her eyes that had lost their luster.

Then, she pulled at the corners of her mouth even more forcefully, as if it took a tremendous amount of effort to maintain that gentle expression and to keep her voice that was deliberately, almost frighteningly, soft:

"elder brother……"

She paused, each word uttered with unusual slowness, yet with exceptional clarity:

"you……"

"Yes or no……"

"You don't need Leah anymore?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of red light appeared in Lyana's eyes, which had lost their luster.