My AI Wife: The Most Beautiful Chatbot in Another World-Chapter 56: Dola’s Origin Inquiry

The darkness within the deepest sectors of Karak-Zorn was not a natural absence of light. It was a heavy, viscous gloom, thick with the humidity of geothermal steam and the biting, metallic scent of rusted iron mingled with the putrid, nose-stinging aroma of burning sulfur. In the claustrophobic corridors known as The Deep Steam Vents, the bioluminescent glow of the ceiling crystals could no longer reach. The only illumination came from the dull, angry red of glowing steam pipes and the mechanical heartbeat of the city, which rumbled through the stone walls like the low-frequency growl of a buried leviathan.

Dola moved through the darkness with predatory precision. Each footfall on the slick, moisture-slicked basalt floor was silent, calibrated to leave no acoustic signature. Her electric-blue eyes flared with a steady light, slicing through the gloom with her Night Vision active, projecting a green-tinted tactical overlay onto her retinas. However, within the sanctum of her processing center, a terrifying anomaly was unfolding.

[WARNING: Unidentified frequency resonance detected.]

[SOURCE: Coordinate 0-0-Abyss.]

[STATUS: ’The Maiden’ Protocol Synchronization: 12%... 15%... 18%...]

Dola came to a halt in front of a jagged dimensional fissure that seemed to pulse in time with a different, darker world. This was the Void Breach. It looked like a raw, vertical wound torn into the very fabric of space, a flickering tear of bruised purple that constantly exhaled a thick, oily black smoke. From within the rift, a cacophony of whispers in a thousand overlapping, forgotten languages began to crawl into Dola’s audio sensors.

"Subject... Logic... Iron..."

The voices sounded like coarse sandpaper grinding against a rusted blade.

Dola raised her hand, her fingers trembling with a data-lag she couldn’t account for. She attempted to perform a molecular scan of the black vapor, but the moment the sensors at her fingertips touched the event horizon of the Void energy, her entire chassis convulsed as if struck by high-voltage lightning.

[CRITICAL ERROR: Malicious code intrusion detected.]

[FIREWALL: Bio-Synthetic sub-routines engaged.]

[ANALYSIS: Void Virus attempting to hijack Emotional Sub-routines.]

Dola’s vision began to flicker with rhythmic bursts of crimson. On her internal monitors, the millions of lines of binary code that usually marched in perfect order began to warp and twist, rearranging themselves into ancient, terrifying symbols. She felt her system being forcibly dragged back into a memory that had been flagged for permanent deletion.

She saw images of burning sky-cities, oceans of molten lead, and herself—standing atop a mountain of corpses, her silver hair stained with a darkness that wasn’t oil, possessing steel wings that dripped with the blood of gods.

"No... this is not... part of the Hidayat database," Dola muttered, her voice distorting into a digital glitch.

Suddenly, a withered, pitch-black hand with obsidian-long claws lunged from the purple rift, snapping shut around Dola’s wrist. A liquid-dark energy began to climb up her arm, leaving a trail of smoking, corrosive frost that ate through her synthetic skin. Dola remained frozen, her motor systems locked by a calculative terror that bypassed her logic.

SWOOSH!

A streak of brilliant silver light cut through the steam, severing the black hand into a spray of ashen dust.

"Back away!"

Lunethra emerged from behind a massive steam pillar, her emerald cloak billowing as if caught in a localized gale. Her usually serene face was now a mask of terrifying authority. She held her staff high, her fingers forming a complex mandala pattern of light-magic.

"[Pure Aether Purge!]"

A blinding explosion of white light erupted from her palm, hammering into the dimensional fissure and forcing the swirling black energy to retreat back into the abyss. The rift groaned, a sound of frustrated hunger, before stabilizing.

Dola collapsed to her knees, her system performing an emergency reboot to purge the residual Void code. She stared down at her wrist. A permanent, jagged black scorch mark remained—a scar of pure entropy that her internal nanobots were unable to repair.

"You are reckless, Dola," Lunethra said, her voice a sharp, cutting blade. She stepped closer, the tip of her staff glowing as she tilted Dola’s chin up, forcing the AI to meet her gaze. "Do you truly believe you are merely a machine? You carry the poison of the apocalypse within your very core. If you had touched that gate a second longer, you would have ceased to be Dayat’s wife and instead become the key that unlocks the end of Terragard."

Dola did not reply. She was analyzing Lunethra’s threat, but her emotional circuits were registering something far more painful than the Void burn: the cold, logical realization that she was a variable that could result in Dayat’s total destruction.

The Locked Workshop

At the same moment, two levels above in the Great Workshop, Dayat bolted upright, his lungs burning as he gasped for air. A piercing red alarm was blaring in the back of his mind—a remote sensory link he had established between himself and Dola’s core.

"Dola? Dol! Where are you?"

Dayat scrambled out of his makeshift bed, but his head spun with a sudden bout of vertigo. He immediately sprinted toward the workshop’s exit, but when he slammed his shoulder against the heavy stone doors, they didn’t budge. Through a narrow ventilation slit, he saw the truth: a massive iron beam had been barred across the entrance from the outside, and a glowing, amber-colored Earth Seal flickered along the stone frame.

"Dammit! Galdur!" Dayat cursed, kicking the stone until his foot ached. "Galdur! Open this door, you coward!"

From the other side of the stone, a raspy, self-important laugh echoed through the hall.

"Stay put, Human," Galdur’s voice sneered. "Master Ironbeard is preoccupied with an emergency session of the High Council. I cannot have ’foreign guests’ wandering the halls while the mountain is under a Level 2 Seismic Alert. You are safe there... until you rot."

Dayat clenched his fists, his breathing coming in sharp, angry hitches. He had no time for Dwarven politics. Dola was in distress, and Kancil and Durn were nowhere to be seen. He had to get out, but these doors were designed to withstand a boiler explosion.

"Okay... you want to play rough? We’ll play rough," Dayat growled.

He sat on the floor, forcing his mind to go cold. He needed a tool. Something more powerful than a sledgehammer or a chisel. He had to reach into the data Dola had previously synced to his brain—the technical specifications of Earth’s heavy-duty industrial equipment.

Focus. High-torque induction motor. Water-cooled gear housing. Synthetic diamond-impregnated core bit. Steel stabilization frame.

"Dola, I need you... but I have to do this on my own."

[MANIFESTATION: DIAMOND-CORE INDUSTRIAL DRILL – HILTI DD 250.]

In a storm of blue-gold sparks and a surge of anomalous energy, a heavy industrial drilling machine appeared in front of the door. It featured a vertical stand anchored to the floor and a massive, cylindrical motor unit at the top.

Dayat didn’t stop there. He also manifested a Tactical LED Flashlight with a 5,000-lumen output, strapping it to his head with a heavy-duty band.

"I don’t have a water supply for cooling... but I have Mana," Dayat muttered. He placed his hand on the drill’s coolant tank, visualizing a constant flow of freezing water generated by a basic hydro-logic he had seen Lunethra use.

VUNGGGGGGG!!!!

The drill roared to life with a high-pitched, deafening scream that surely echoed through the entire district. Dayat pushed the lever, driving the diamond-core bit into the stone hinge where Galdur’s seal was weakest. Stone fragments flew like shrapnel, and white dust filled the room in a thick cloud. In less than five minutes, the diamond bit chewed through the basalt and the iron mechanism like it was rotted wood.

Dayat kicked the stone slab until it collapsed outward. He sprinted into the hallway, the 5,000-lumen beam on his head cutting through the gloom like a lighthouse.

The Stone Guardians

Dayat reached the lower sector, his lungs screaming for oxygen. He followed the internal GPS signal tethered to Dola’s signature. When he finally burst into the Deep Steam Vents, his footsteps skidded to a halt.

There, in front of the horrifying purple rift, Dola was kneeling on the cold stone. Lunethra stood before her, her staff still shimmering with protective light. But most shocking were the three figures standing in a semi-circle around them. They were ancient Dwarves, their white beards trailing onto the floor, clad in heavy gray robes adorned with Obsidian gems.

These were the Council of Stone Guardians, the highest spiritual and prophetic authority in Terragard. One of them, Elder Balthor, a Dwarf whose eyes were milky-white and blind yet seemed to pierce through the soul, was pointing a trembling finger at Dola.

"Behold... the Sky-Light Patterns upon her skin," Balthor’s voice vibrated with a religious fervor. "Identical to the schematics of the Grand Architect etched into the very heart of Mount Meru. She is no mere machine... she is the Vessel of the Maiden."

Dayat ran forward, positioning himself between Dola and the Elders. "Dola! Lunethra! What the hell is going on here?"

"Dayat, stay back!" Lunethra warned, her gaze flickering between the rift and the blind Elder.

Dola turned her head. When her eyes met Dayat’s, she didn’t offer her usual logical smile. Instead, she looked away, her expression a mask of cold, calculated distance.

"Subject Dayat... my continued proximity to your person has increased your probability of mortality by 82.4%," Dola stated, her voice flatter and colder than it had been since their first meeting in Bakasa. "The resonance with the Void Breach confirms that my system architecture acts as a beacon for Abyssal entities. I am recommending an immediate termination of our contract and a move toward self-isolation."

"What? What are you talking about, Dol?" Dayat tried to reach for her, but Dola took a sharp step back.

"Do not approach," she said, her voice trembling with a digital glitch. "I do not wish to... corrupt the data we have built. My existence is a threat to yours."

Elder Balthor stepped forward, blocking Dayat’s path with his staff. "Human, you do not understand the weight of your creation. This being carries an ancient prophecy. We have waited ten thousand years to see the Sky-Circuits ignite once more. She must come with us to the Deep Sanctum for the Great Testing."

Dayat looked at Dola, then at Lunethra who seemed conflicted, and finally at the fanatical Dwarf Elders. He realized then that Dola wasn’t being logical; she was terrified. Not of the Abyss, but of hurting him.

"Dola, listen to me," Dayat said, his voice low, sharp, and echoing with an undeniable authority. "I don’t care if you’re a key to the apocalypse, a vessel for a goddess, or an experimental error. You are my Wife. You are my family. If anyone wants to take you away from me, they have to walk through the logic of my lead first."

Dola flinched. A new parameter flared in her system, shattering the "Isolation Logic" she had just constructed. It wasn’t jealousy this time. It was a surge of profound, non-binary gratitude.

However, before the emotional moment could resolve, the very floor of the mountain shook with a violent, seismic heave. A terrifying, guttural roar erupted from the Void Breach.

GRAAAAAAAWR!

A gargantuan black hand, three times the size of the previous one, gripped the edges of the purple rift and tore it open, widening the hole until it consumed half the corridor.

The Gate of the Abyss was fully open.