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Izana lowered his gaze to meet mine. “If I got injured, please heal me.” I said, worried that I might get battered up in this fight. I may be good in swordsmanship but I am up against the captain of the knights, which is one level below the sword of the empire, my skill won’t be on par compared to him no matter how much I think about it. Well, it’s also because this novel has that one bluff where every capture targets will get a buff where they are stronger above all other people. I am teling you that the novel doesn’t make any sense.

Kaltain Kingdom Leiya Helion brought me a bunch of novels to read while I recovered my strength completely. It was funny because they were all novels about a hero on a conquest, but falls in love along the way in the most unexpected way possible. I spent all my day reading and giggling at how silly it sounded but I kept reading. “You seem to be properly entertained." His voice distracted me and I looked up. “This book is so cliche.” I rolled my eyes, violently slamming it face down on my bed.

Her hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, and she looks warily at us. “Ladies,” Counselor Levi begins, “this is Isabel Smith, your new roommate. She’s just joined the camp, so she doesn’t know much about this place—” “Wait,” I say, studying the slip of a girl, “she just joined, and she’s already a Level Two?” Levi raises a brow. “Is that a problem?” “Well,” I begin and shrug, “I mean we went to the pits of hell to make it this far, so it’s a little strange. That’s all. I thought Levels One or Zero were the only places someone could start off.”

The silence that screamed that no one was here with her, that this was all on her, that she was completely and utterly alone in a sea of new beginnings. "I need a break," she muttered to herself, her voice sounding so small in the cavernous room. She grabbed a rag from the box and wiped her hands on it, staring at the shelves that stretched up to the ceiling. They were covered in a layer of fine dust that seemed to shimmer in the weak afternoon light. It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind.

I yelped, realizing Ety operated under different rules than I had assumed. "Focus on the material!" Ety commanded sternly. I surrendered my questions for now, but I had learned something crucial: someone else from my world existed in this story. That knowledge alone planted a seed of hope. Ety continued the explanation: "Levels 1 to 100 represent your luck system within this book. However, because you acted inelegantly and begged Julian for affection like a desperate fool, your level dropped dramatically to -13. From this point forward, your luck will be extremely limited."

] Every word she typed revolved around Hugo. She gave roses to another man, and yet she accused me of being narrow-minded. I scoffed at my phone, turning it off and zipping up my suitcase. It all happened so suddenly. I didn't have time to rent another place, so I had no choice but to return to the dorm the esports club had arranged for the team. The base was quiet now. My teammates were out celebrating. I habitually turned on my computer and logged into the game. It was only when I was immersed in the game that I could finally relax.

The oilcloth had done its job perfectly, protecting her words through the river, through the cliff fall, through everything. For the first time since this whole nightmare began, Lyralei smiled. A real, genuine smile that reached her eyes and made her chest feel less hollow for just a moment. This was hers. Her story. Her words. The final manuscript in her series, the only one that hadn’t been published yet. The other books were already out in the world under her pen name—L.R.—but this one existed only in these pages. She traced her fingers over the title page. *Moon Rising: Book Four*.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.