Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen

Aeron sat hunched over his keyboard, fingers dancing across the keys in a frenzy.

Each click of his mouse and press of the keys seemed to fuel his adrenaline.

The screen lit up with flashes as he executed rapid maneuvers, outsmarting the last few opponents in the virtual battlefield.

"Click! Click-click! Boom!"

Explosions sounded in his headset, and his character leapt behind cover just as bullets whizzed past.

"Yes! Got him!" he shouted as his final kill racked up.

The tally on his screen confirmed it—21 kills.

It was his first win in a solo vs. squad match,

a feat he'd been working toward for months. His hands hovered above the mouse, trembling slightly as he processed his triumph.

"This is it! The best game I've ever played!" He grinned to himself, feeling on top of the world.

But then he noticed something odd—a faint, rhythmic clapping that seemed to echo in his room, soft but persistent.

It was coming from his neighbour house.

"Clap-clap-clap-clap....

'Are my neighbour applausing for me'

They weren't stopping, in fact, it was speeding up, almost like an unending applause building to a crescendo.

Perplexed, he looked around, only to realize that it wasn't applause at all.

The clapping sound was punctuated by another faint noise in the background—a voice, soft at first but growing in intensity, a girl's voice.

"Ahh... ahh… ahh!"

The sound became unmistakable.

A girl… moaning? His face flushed as he quickly reached for his volume controls, frantically muting the game as the moans grew louder and more pronounced.

He cringed. "Oh god, what am I doing with my life?" he muttered.

Here he was, 23 years old, glued to his gaming chair and celebrating a virtual victory.

The reality hit him hard. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the thought.

'I want to experience that too.'

As the sounds finally faded

Aeron rubbed his face, feeling the adrenaline of his gaming victory mixing with an odd sense of loneliness.

'I should go for a walk'

As he looks towards watch

'12:35 Am' it's midnight already

'I should take stick with me for dogs' He thought

Well it was his daily rountine .

He looked outside, the city lights casting a warm glow across his small apartment.

As he Headed for a walk, hoping to clear his mind.

Living alone on the fifth floor meant he often took the stairs.

It was quiet in his building, and he enjoyed the solitude.

But as he began his descent, his foot missed a step, and he felt a terrifying moment of weightlessness.

His body pitched forward, and before he knew it, he was tumbling down the stairs, his limbs crashing against each step as he struggled to grab hold of something—anything—to slow his fall.

"Thud! Thud!"

The impact echoed painfully, his body slamming down at a rapid speed.

He barely registered his descent as the railing on the fourth floor came into view.

He tried to brace himself, but his momentum was too great.

He crashed into the railing with a shuddering crack, and the metal gave way beneath him.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, he was falling freely through the air.

His body hit the ground with a force that drove the breath from his lungs.

Pain radiated through him, sharp and unrelenting. For a few moments, he remained conscious, feeling every throbbing sensation as darkness crept in from the edges of his vision.

Through the ringing in his ears, he heard the faint sounds of hurried footsteps drawing closer.

Voices began to fill the space around him, growing louder.

"Call an ambulance!" someone shouted. "Hurry!"

His neighbors were gathering, and he recognized their faces, his vision blurring.

They were the ones who always looked out for him—the ones who clapped for him just moments ago, celebrating his gaming victory from afar, it doesn't matter what they were doing clapping is clapping

The ones who often invited him over for dinner, knowing he lived alone and might appreciate some company.

"Aeron!" one of them called, kneeling beside him. "Hold on, you'll be okay!"

The voice was frantic, laced with fear.

He felt a hand grip his tightly, and then another hand grasped his other, trembling with desperation.

"You'll be fine, Aeron. Don't leave us, okay? You're going to be alright," the woman said, her voice cracking as she held onto him.

He wanted to respond, to thank them for always being there, for their kindness.

He wished he could reassure them, tell them he'd be alright.

But his strength was fading, and he knew he might not get the chance to repay their kindness.

As their voices blurred together, darkness enveloped him fully.

The last thing he felt was the warmth of their hands, holding onto him, as everything around him faded to black.

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