WindskyW

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.

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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.

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The Extra of The Lunerra

When I heard about the last thing that happened from the spirits... I don't know why, but I didn't feel relieved or disappointed.

It actually made things easier for me. The Aroniel's acceptance that Alith was 'Alith' was the best possible outcome.

Yet... even though I couldn't see them... what I had heard had caused something completely different to arise in me.

I took a deep breath, leaned back. I closed my eyes, deliberately slowed my breathing, and focused.

If there was no Absolute Mind, if I was not a wiera, if I was a 'human being' who had actually made it this far... what would be the feeling that would arise in me?

Volume VI - Chapter 87: Silent Insidious Plans