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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 VI - Chapter 7: Two More Visits

When I pushed the door, what I found was usually... a dimly lit room. Not completely dark, but certainly not bright.

This time, unexpectedly, I was greeted by a quite bright room. The layout was exactly the same, just as I remembered it. The only difference was that the lamp overhead was lit.

Ah, no... the only difference was not the lamp.

"Huh...?"

I couldn't hold back the sound that came out of my mouth, I looked in front of me, dumbfounded. More precisely toward the bed, and... the figure on it.

I blinked and blinked, rubbed and rubbed my eyes several times to test if I was seeing it wrong, but I wasn't.

Celine was sitting cross-legged on her bed. Her back was against the wall and her eyes were closed. She looked like she was... meditating.

The strange thing was... she looked fine. Really fine... She was emaciated after months in this room, doing nothing, not eating anything properly. But now... she was just like before.