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Beyond the Pages : The Author's Requiem

As I was searching for way too go back to the city I heard a cry for help I saw a beautiful girl being chased by the wolves which had chased me before She saw me and started shouting for help but I didn't moved I just stood there I saw her being circled by the wolves, as one wolf attacked , other also followed I just turned away heading my way I knew i was being heartless But I also knew better than anyone not to involve myself in unwanted problems Birds die for foods Humans die for wealth And Some die because of their stupidity ** Protagonist, a new writer, was working on his first novel. He's poured his heart and soul into the story, but it's still a work in progress. One day, he dies under mysterious circumstances and gets reincarnated into the world of his own novel. He finds himself in the body of a young man who is going to be attending in the Eridorian Academy of Magic A student who is struggling to become a skilled mage While also Capturing some maidens heart in the process for Good Old BENEFITS. *** Things will start to get good after 39 chapters ( I am just writing for experience, a average harem novel)

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CHAPTER 53: ELIANOR QUASOR

In some corner of the maze, Kaiden and Lila pressed forward, their footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. The air was thick with tension, and the flickering torches cast long shadows that danced ominously around them. Each turn they took seemed to lead to yet another dead end, and with every failed attempt, their frustration mounted.

"Ugh! Another dead end!" Kaiden groaned, kicking a loose stone across the floor. It clattered against the wall, a sound that echoed his growing irritation. "This is getting ridiculous! How many more times do we have to hit a wall?"

Lila ran a hand through her hair, calming her temples "I don't know, Kaiden, It feels like we're just going in circles. We've already tried this way twice"

Kaiden leaned against the wall, exhaling sharply. "What if we're stuck here forever? What if we can't find our way out? What if—"