A top-tier hunter dies in a high-level dungeon only to awaken inside a novel as the weakest son of a powerful hunter family, a character destined to die early.
Determined to change his fate, he relies on his past-life instincts to survive. But something is wrong.
 The farther he is from the novel’s villian, the more his emotions spiral out of control.
What begins as a necessity soon turns into something far more dangerous.
As he grows stronger and defies the original story, the invisible bond between them tightens blurring the line between control and obsession, reason and desire.
In a world ruled by power and dungeons, the greatest threat may not be death… but losing himself to the one person he cannot stay away from

Markus stood on the other side. His black armor was polished. His sword hung at his hip. His face was stone. 


"Master. Are you certain this is wise?"


Kaelen walked past him. His boots hit the cobblestones. The sound was flat. 


Markus fell into step beside him. Two other guards followed. Black armor. Silent faces. Their hands rested on their swords. Their eyes scanned the streets, the doorways, the windows, the shadows.


The street was the same. Narrow. Buildings leaning inward. Thatched roofs with holes. The smell of waste and rot and unwashed bodies.


But different. The faces in the doorways watched him. Their hollow eyes had something else now. The hope he had kindled was still burning. Fragile, small. But it was there.


Chapter 154 - North Haven's true form