You ended wars. You toppled monarchs. You stood alone at the top of a world that had nothing left to threaten you. Then a System window blinked open — and rated your romantic presence F-Rank. Somewhere in the dark behind your ribs, Ashborn is embarrassed. He died alone. An ancient god of shadows, undefeated and untouched, who never once figured out how to close the distance between himself and another person. He left you everything — his armies, his throne, his power. And apparently, his one unresolved quest. Vaelith, the System's assigned Rizz Instructor, has opinions. Loud ones. Sera Yun, the one hunter who keeps looking at you like she sees something the rest of the world missed, is already circling. The shadows bow to you. Now learn to hold a conversation.