Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 40:Back to reality

We hurry to the library, but it's gigantic! It feels like it would take forever to find what we need among the 20,000 rows of books.

Nathan quickly comes up with a plan: "Let's split up. Each of us goes to a different part of the library and looks for a dictionary."

We all nod and start searching, eager to find the clue as soon as possible.

We fan out across the library like an army following our captain's orders, each of us on a mission to find the dictionary.

But as the bell rings, signaling that half our time is up, we haven't had any luck yet. Time is slipping away, and the pressure mounts as we continue our search, hoping to uncover the clue before it's too late.

As the clock ticks away, I try to think of where the dictionary could be hidden.

"Hey, who's got the clue? Let me see it!" I call out urgently, hoping for a clue.

Reading through the clue, I notice the "3..2..1," which wasn't in the previous clues. It feels suspicious. What could it mean?

"Maybe it's telling us to look in the 3rd row, 2nd column, and the 1st book," I suggest, feeling a surge of excitement as I think I've decoded it.

With a burst of energy, we all sprint to the 3rd row, frantically searching for a dictionary in the 2nd column. Astonishingly, the very first book we lay our hands on is a dictionary!

Amidst our excitement, we discover a red envelope nestled within its pages. With eager anticipation, we tear it open to reveal clue 3 written on the cover.

"We found it!" shouts another girl, her voice echoing our collective exhilaration.

I check Nathan's reaction, hoping to see him impressed, but he acts like he doesn't care, as if what I did wasn't good enough for him.

"Clue 3: I hold life and death in my tiny form, But possess no breath, nor feel any storm. Used with precision, I bring relief, but a careless hand can cause immense grief. What am I? Find the clue within me."

"A bullet? Is it?" suggests one of the guys.

"No way, we won't find one in a school, come on," counters another.

"This is so easy. It's a syringe," declares Nathan confidently.

His quick and confident response impresses me too. It's like he's the mastermind behind the clues! I can't help but admire his intelligence. If only I had even a fraction of his IQ, I think to myself with a touch of envy.

"Yes, let's go!" agrees the guy eagerly.

We sprint towards the nurse's office, fueled by the certainty that we're on the right track to find the next clue hidden within a syringe.

There was rack full of syringes, we divided the Boxes and tried to find

"Guys, be careful! The syringes are filled with liquid medicine. Make sure you don't inject yourselves," warns the chubby guy, his voice full of concern.

Unfortunately, my excitement gets the better of me. As I frantically search through the syringes, my hand slips. Before I realize what's happening, I accidentally press down on the plunger, injecting the syringe into my thumb. A sharp sting shoots through my thumb, and I wince, immediately regretting my clumsiness.

"Oh no," I mutter, my heart racing with a mix of panic and embarrassment. "I just injected myself by mistake."

Everyone rushes towards me in a panic, their faces etched with worry.

Nathan quickly picks up the syringe and reads the label, "Epinephrine."

"Find me an injection named Phentolamine," Nathan instructs urgently, his voice steady but urgent.

"Why are you so clumsy?" Nathan scolds, frustration evident in his voice. "You've been acting strange for two days now. What's going on with you? You keep blurting out gibberish. Are you in your right mind? This isn't some kind of survival game we're playing."

As he speaks, he carefully injects me with the antidote.

"Nathan! How do you remember what I said about the game? No one else remembers. I already suspected you knew more when you spoke to us yesterday."

Nathan stares at me, his eyes wide with shock, as if he's suddenly been thrust into an entirely different reality.

"Wait, stop! Are you saying this is a game? No, that can't be right. What's happening? What level are we on? I was still playing the 5th level. How did I end up here? Am I imagining things?" Nathan's voice is filled with confusion and disbelief, his mind struggling to process the situation. He looks around, clearly disoriented, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in his perception. It's as if the boundaries between the game and reality have blurred, leaving him unsure of what's real and what's not.

"What do you mean you were in the fifth level? This is the seventh level," I interject, my voice tinged with disbelief as I try to make sense of the situation.