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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 39: Horror in the Darkness

Hardil's headless body fell to the ground. As the blood from his neck watered the ground, Dorhud, Ezareth and I stared in desperation at the creature responsible for his death.

The creature, the umbanth, trembled as it swallowed Hardil's head whole. Its whole body shook as if it were having a seizure and I gritted my teeth. We didn't have even a second to waste.

"Attack at the same time!"

I gripped my sword tightly, sent a simple thought to Sith, and then Spiritual Ascension activated. I swung my sword at the creature, filling it with the mana I had access to as a natural, asymmetrical crown appeared above my head, neither too large nor too small, seemingly made of tree branches.

Ezareth's eyes suddenly turned red, just like the creature's, and a strange energy of the same red color enveloped her body and then her dagger. A faint glow appeared under the clothing of her left arm, revealing that her stigma was there. She lunged at the creature as I did.