Chapter 8 At the auction, Marvin was pushed out in a wheelchair, just like when I first arrived in Frontania. A colleague joked, “Is Marvin really going to bid for Ashen Mythos too?” There were plenty of bidders, and the price climbed steadily, but many dropped out when they couldn’t top the bids. In the … Read more
Chapter 7 The next day, while I was preparing for the Ashen Mythos game auction, I suddenly received a call from Fronville Hospital. Marvin had slashed his own leg. When the paramedics arrived, he was lying in a pool of blood, laughing uncontrollably, mumbling, “Now Serena will forgive me.” The hospital staff said he insisted … Read more
Chapter 6 Two years later, I founded a game studio in Frontania and finally brought my independently designed fantasy game, Ashen Mythos, to life. I submitted it under the name “Celeste” to an international game design competition. Thanks to its unique blend of Tricacia mythology and fantasy elements, with a style that resonated perfectly with … Read more
Chapter 5 I glanced at my phone one last time, eyes locking on a new post from Shirley’s secret X account. [Apparently, Marvin’s putting together a prank compilation for our wedding, featuring someone’s ugly crying face as the grand opening.] The picture showed a safe in Marvin’s apartment, neatly stacked with 99 voice recorders. Seeing … Read more
Chapter 4 When I woke up again, my right leg was wrapped in a thick cast. The doctor said I might have permanent damage. I lay there silently, tears streaming down my face. Marvin sat beside the bed, looking worn out. His face was tight with pain, his eyes full of guilt and sorrow. He … Read more
chapter 3 At the birthday party, Marvin’s friends crowded around me in the private room and pushed the biggest slice of cake right in front of me. “Marvin says you love cake. Have some.” Marvin looked away, pretending not to notice. The moment the cake touched my lips, a sharp bitterness rose in my throat, … Read more
Chapter 1 Just a wall away, I could hear Shirley Hunt’s voice lift with excitement. “Prank number 96 is a success!” Marvin Chambers’s tone held a sharp, unfamiliar sarcasm. “Did you enjoy it?” One of Marvin’s buddies chimed in, laughing. “Marvin’s so sweet to get back at Serena for you, Shirley. But she brought it … Read more