Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 42:Unfolding truth

"Hey Lyssa, wow, you won!" exclaims Kate, her excitement contagious.

"Yeah, it's my treat," I reply, feeling a sense of pride in our victory.

"YES! Let's go to the bakery near our dorm. Nathan, are you coming?" Kate asks, extending the invitation to him as well.

"No, carry on, I have lots of things to figure out," Nathan remarks, declining Kate's invitation.

"Let's go, Lyssa," Kate says, urging me to join her.

But before we can leave, Nathan stops us.

"Wait!" he calls out, his tone urgent.

"Give me your number," Nathan says, turning to me with a request that catches me off guard.

"What! Why do you want her number? Please don't trouble her more," says Kate, concern evident in her voice.

But I can't shake the feeling that Nathan's request is driven by his own selfish motives. He likely wants to know all the details about what happened, and since I'm the only one aware, he sees me as his source of information.

Despite my reservations, I relent and give him my number. He nods, indicating that he'll call me later.

We spend the whole day having fun, but as we return to our dormitory, exhaustion sets in. It's become a routine now—playing these deadly games, later enjoying ourselves, and then coming home utterly drained.

As I'm getting ready for bed, a call from an unfamiliar number interrupts my routine. Instinctively, I assume it's Nathan.

"Nathan," he identifies himself.

"Yeah, what's up?" I respond

"Tell me everything about this game," he demands, his tone eager yet insistent.

I begin to recount everything to Nathan, starting from the rules of the game to the quizzes and the events of today's game.

"Tell me about the 6th level," he prompts

I delve into the details, explaining each aspect of the 6th level in intricate detail. Our call stretches on for over two hours as I recount every nuance and challenge we encountered during that stage of the game.

As I talk to Nathan, I realize this might be the first time he's ever spent more than 20 minutes on a conversation. Usually, he's not much of a talker, so it's kind of a big deal. Even though I'm doing most of the talking, it feels significant. It's like we're breaking the usual pattern and connecting in a new way.

"Thanks, see you tomorrow," Nathan says, ending our conversation

Wait ,Nathan the god uses words like thank you, and what's with Nathan and 'see you tomorrow' surprising.

"Oh, no problem..." I begin to say before the call abruptly cuts off.

I feel a pang of annoyance. Couldn't he have let me finish my sentence? It's frustrating how he always seems so selfish.

The next morning, it's back to the same routine. Kate and I rush to catch the bus, heading off to school once again.

Once we entered the class, I tried to make new friends and connect with everyone, even though I knew they were just like illusions—or perhaps because I knew they were illusions.

Today, we were almost fifteen minutes early. I explored the room, letting my eyes wander, thinking about how everything felt so real despite being an illusion. From the rooms to the food, even the people seemed real. Just as I was about to reach a conclusion, I heard a knock on my desk.

"It's God, Nathan," I look up.

"Come with me," he says commandingly, diverting the crazy girl's stare to me.

"Why..." Before I could finish, he cuts me off.

He is so used to being ignorant and bossy. Wow.

"Yeah, speak," I say

"Are you sure it's only the two of us who are awake? I think there might be more," he replies, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Why do you think that?" I ask.

"This morning, while I was coming in, I saw a girl near the gate. She was talking to the guard, asking him where she was. It seemed like she was confused and disoriented. I think she might have just finished her level 6 and has now moved on to level 7," Nathan explains, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for more clues.

His words make me pause. The idea that there could be others like us, awake and aware, adds a new layer of complexity to our situation. "That's interesting," I say slowly, considering the situation. "If she's here, it means we're not alone in this."

Nathan nods, his expression serious. "Exactly. We need to be careful and find out how many others are out there. It could change everything."

"Get in the class, students," a teacher calls out.

"Be cautious and keep your eyes open. Don't be dumb," Nathan warns me, his voice low but insistent.

"I'm not," I retort, staring at him as he rolls his eyes.