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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 II - Chapter 34: Laute Manor

I looked at the wide entrance door in front of me, and then my eyes traveled to the huge mansion behind it.

It was breathtaking. The enormous garden, the buildings with different purposes scattered around the garden, and the main building in the center...

Despite its simple appearance, even the smallest details of the mansion were finely crafted. Once one looked at it, one could not look anywhere else.

Of course, I was used to it as someone who had seen it many times before.

"Come along Alysia, the checks are over."

A few meters in front of me, the woman, code name A-18, who was having the security guards check my identity, called out to me. Immediately afterward, the doors of the mansion opened for us and we slowly entered inside.

When we entered the garden, the first people I met were naturally the gardeners, each of whom was careful not to make eye contact with me. This was not because they were afraid of me, but because they knew they would be penalized if they did so.