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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 IV - Chapter 41: Getting Out of the Bunker

While I was busy regulating my breathing and ignoring the pain, a hand reached out in front of me. She was holding a small bottle with a green liquid inside.

"Take and drink it, it's one of the best healing potions I have."

I took the potion Ezareth handed me and, without waiting, I poured it down my throat. It looked exactly like the high-end hannya-made potions I had seen in the game, so I had no hesitation.

I let out a deep sigh as the green liquid passed down my throat, spreading a comforting warmth I wasn't used to. Even though it was high-end, I would have to wait at least an hour or two for it to heal my arm.

The wound on his chest still looked fresh, his face a little pale, but like me, he had drunk the potion and was in good shape.

Still... she was a little strange. Her eyes, fixed on mine, were not looking at me as expressionlessly as before.

She... what does she feel? Is it suspicion? Like she's not happy about something...