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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 7: Thinking the Cause of the Dreams

"I don't understand... I just don't understand!"

I just smiled at the girl next to me, her body almost trembling with anger at the question.

"You're lacking, you don't understand the logic. That's why you don't understand."

The girl fixed her gray eyes angrily on mine.

"Paul."

"Yes, Clara."

"Sometimes... you act like my brother."

The smile on my face became awkward.

"Excuse me?"

"He keeps smiling and trying to help me with everything."

"Doesn't that make him a good brother?"

Clara narrowed her eyes and pouted.

"I guess it does."

"Then I'd like to meet him."

At my words, she sat up quickly and smiled.

"But I don't think you'd really want to meet him."

She looked as if she was talking about a difficult task.

"Why not?"

"His mood can change very quickly and if he misunderstands you, he might go off on you."