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The Extra of The Lunerra

The only game in my life that makes me laugh: The Lands of The Lunerra... I played this game for six thousand hours in three years, and the day I thought I had done everything I could in this game, I felt a great emptiness inside me. I thought nothing in my ordinary and monotonous life could make me happier than when I played this game. But it didn't take long for me to realize that I was wrong with an e-mail I received the night I finished the game. ---- Hi! Thank you to everyone who came to read this story. There are two things I want to tell you. First of all, I first started writing this about two years ago, but I was writing in my native language, Turkish, and on a different site. But unfortunately, the website where I published the series came to the brink of collapse. While I was thinking about where to publish the series, I remembered Webnovel and here I am. So this is my first English novel and I believe I will make mistakes while translating. Please forgive me for these if you encounter some of them. I will do my best. Second... yes, while writing this novel I was inspired by most of the novels I've read so far. Like TNE, that novel is a pure diamond for me and I don't think I will ever reach the level of that thing. So I want to say the first few chapters may feel familiar to you, but I'll do my best to smooth it out. Discord: https://discord.gg/eRZTrv6Y49

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Volume I - Prologue

--Volume I: The Lands of The Lunerra--

The dark clouds that heralded the coming rain had long ago covered the sky, painting it completely gray. Soon, however, it would be completely dark, and the sun, which had leaked a little of its light through the clouds, was slowly setting.

A cool breeze caressed my cheek, gently ruffling my almost long hair.

I looked at the two tombstones in front of me, two ordinary tombstones bearing two names I had seen for the first time in my life... Compared to the other tombstones in this cemetery, they were neither too fancy nor too neglected.

This was the resting place of two people who left this world prematurely.

"They said their last regret before they died was that they didn't pay enough attention to you. They will be happy to see you change now."

I felt an ache in my heart, then clenched my fists. Because there was no scenario like they will be happy. I was sure they didn't even want to see me, but being here was one of the things I had to do.

"Can you leave me alone for a bit?"

My sister looked at me for a short while. But then she stepped back and walked away from me, from the grave.

After she walked away, I looked around briefly, made sure no one was near me and sighed deeply. I knelt down slightly and then spoke in a low voice.

"I'm sorry."

I apologized, sincerely. For being where I shouldn't have been, for deceiving someone close to them.

Then a stiff breeze hit me right in the face again, and I painfully smiled in response.

I kept talking, at least aware of what I was doing. And then, after a while, the wind slowly died down.

Maybe it was a random thing, a coincidence. Still, it was enough to put a slight smile on my face.

"Thank you."

I stood up and my sister approached me again. She looked at my face, then her lips curled slightly upward.

"You're crying."

It was only then that I realized the tears that were streaming down my eyes, and with them, I felt a radiating deep longing and pain burning inside me.

I couldn't understand why I was crying, why I felt this way.

I didn't know if these feelings were brought to the surface by things in my past, or if they even belonged to me in the first place. Still, crying didn't make me feel so bad for some reason. On the contrary, it gave me peace. It was as if a dagger that had been stuck in my heart a long time ago had been pulled out...

I raised my hands, I was going to wipe my tears, but hesitated because I heard a voice.

I quickly turned in the direction of the sound and saw the source of the sound, a girl my age standing not far from me.

She had short, dark brown hair that reached her shoulders. Besides that, her amethyst-colored eyes seemed to suffer from the same strange thing I felt inside. She was full of pain as if she was going through the same things as me.

However, this awkward moment didn't necessarily last long.

Because a small, metal thing that split the wind with a whistle suddenly passed over my head.

Everything that followed was chaos.

The prologue of each volume is the trailer for an event that will take place. You can read or skip accordingly but read the epilogues. They are important.

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