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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 33: Two Days in Neutral

An unaccustomed hot breeze hit me in the face.

It was strange, the fact that the wind was warm. Especially for someone who only a few days ago had experienced the winter cold.

Still, it wasn't impossible to get used to. In fact, I was already getting used to it. The only problem... was that I had to fight all the time in this heat.

I twirled my spear, swinging it at a wide angle in front of me. A tiger, much bigger than it should have been, with black patterns on it and drooling from its mouth, retreated in the face of my attack.

I quickly reversed my spear, positioned my feet, stood firmly on the ground, and held the tip of my spear, gripped tightly with both hands, toward the tiger.

The tiger roared as if it understood this as a challenge. There was anger in his voice, like I was doing something I shouldn't have done as a 'prey'. Still, I didn't care too much.