Reincarnated in a novel: I am the villain!

Time passed and a spatial warp deposited Damien, his parents, and Class F into the sprawling metropolis of brass, iron, and steam known as Ironforge.

Theron and Elizabeth, having been trapped in the suffocating darkness of the th Layer for sixteen years, stood in sheer disbelief. The city of gears had evolved into a technological marvel .

Sleek, mana-powered vehicles known as Phantom Type-s glided silently over the cobblestones, running on refined mana crystals and Dwarven engineering ,

Matte black Ironclad Exo-Suits, painted with gold trim and the twin hammers crest, patrolled the perimeters with heavy, mechanical steps .

"You built all of this?" Theron asked, looking at his son with a mixture of shock and profound pride.

"I provided the funding and the blueprints," Damien smiled beneath his silver half-mask. "The Dwarves provided the genius."

"Theron?!"

A booming voice, like grinding tectonic plates, echoed across the loading bay. King Durin the Sixth marched forward, his granite-grey eyes wide with absolute shock , . The King of Weapons dropped his massive warhammer, closing the distance to pull the King of Darkness into a bone-crushing embrace.

"You stubborn old ghost!" Durin roared, tears pricking his eyes. "I always told everyone that you were the only human who could drink me under the table ! I knew the Abyss couldn’t hold you!"

"It tried, Durin," Theron laughed, clapping the Dwarf King on the back. "But my son decided to drag me out."