Scene 1 – Into the Mirror World
Ron opened the door.
A blinding white light burst out, instantly flooding his vision. He staggered back, squinting, but the brightness swallowed everything. Then—silence.
When his vision slowly returned, Ron found himself standing in a place that looked like the sky itself. Endless clouds beneath his feet, no ground, no horizon—just a sky that stretched in every direction. And yet... he could walk.
It felt infinite.
He took a cautious step forward. Another.
Then—something brushed against his foot.
Ron froze and looked down.
There, directly beneath him—walking upside down—was a child, mirroring his every move. The two floors didn't seem to touch, as if separated by invisible glass across dimensions. The child was eerily in sync, like a perfect reflection… but from another world.
Ron stopped.
The child stopped.
Ron looked down. The child looked up.
Their eyes met.
Ron blinked—and the child vanished.
But something else had taken its place.
A hand—black, clawed, with glowing red eyes embedded in the wrist—shot out from beneath, grabbed his ankle, and yanked him downward.
A translucent purple screen popped up in front of him:
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> [SCENARIO 2 STARTED]
"THE MIRROR WORLD"
OBJECTIVE: Escape the Mirror World
REWARD: Title – King of the Mirror World
FAILURE: Death
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"Daaamn…" Ron muttered, slowly pushing himself up. "Why the hell do I keep falling into these damn scenarios? And what kind of reward is that? King of what? A giant mirror?!"
As he took a few steps forward, he noticed something lying ahead—a figure on the ground.
It was a strange humanoid creature—part werewolf, part man, covered in dark fur and radiating a heavy, ominous energy. It wasn't moving.
Ron approached carefully, eyes alert, magic ready.
As he got closer, he saw the figure was wounded—deep cuts, bruises, and smoke rising from the body. Ron's heart skipped.
He recognized the face.
A wave of memories crashed into him—visions of ruined houses, screams, blood, fire. Destruction everywhere.
But then... something new.
A werewolf—crying—holding a limp body in its arms. Ron couldn't see whose body it was. The werewolf looked up... and let out a howl filled with unbearable grief.
Then he lunged forward—roaring—
"Help me!"
Ron snapped back to reality. The figure was speaking. It wasn't the same werewolf from the memory… but it looked eerily similar.
He didn't hesitate. He knelt beside the wounded creature and placed a hand on his chest.
A soft glow emerged from Ron's palm—an old healing spell he had learned from Dr. Thomas.
It took time—half an hour, maybe more—but the creature's breathing stabilized, wounds closing slowly.
Finally, Ron asked, "What happened to you? Who did this?"
Before the werewolf could answer—
Footsteps.
Heavy. Echoing. Getting closer.
Ron stood up and turned.
And saw something that made his stomach drop.
Scene 3 – Reflections Clash
Out of the mist, two figures emerged—identical copies of Ron and the werewolf man.
But something was off.
Their auras radiated malice. Their eye colors were reversed—their pupils were white, and the rest of their eyes were pitch black, like two glowing voids. The way they moved felt unnatural, like puppets without strings.
The werewolf beside Ron growled. "That's them. Our mirror versions."
Ron stared at his doppelgänger. The same face. The same clothes. The same scar on the cheek. But his reflection's smile was twisted—mocking.
"This is the Mirror World," the werewolf said, rising to his feet. "Here, everything is the opposite. If you're kind, they're cruel. If you hesitate, they kill."
The moment the words left his mouth, the mirrored versions attacked.
Ron barely dodged a flying punch from his counterpart, feeling the wind slice past his face. The mirrored werewolf lunged toward the original, claws glowing with red energy.
Ron shouted, "They move like us!"
"They are us!" the werewolf snapped.
Blows clashed. Ron tried firing a small energy blast, but his mirrored version mirrored the motion instantly—same attack, same timing.
"They're copying our moves," Ron muttered, gritting his teeth.
"We can't win like this!" the werewolf barked. "Run!"
Without hesitation, they turned and sprinted across the glassy sky.
Their reflections gave chase.
"Damn it!" Ron shouted mid-run. "Hey, wolf guy! You got any bright ideas? You've been here longer than me!"
The werewolf glanced at him. "I just woke up here too, idiot! You're the one with those freaky color-changing eyes—do something!"
Ron's eyes flickered briefly—green, then gold.
He thought hard. The mirror versions weren't just copies. They were reversed reflections. Every strength... could become a weakness.
Then, a soft, familiar voice echoed in his mind.
> "Ron, do you need help?"
It was Dream.
He blinked mid-run. How was she contacting him inside this world?
"Dream? You can hear me?"
> "Yes. I'm connected to your mind. I see everything you see."
"But I can't interfere directly in this world. You'll need help from someone else."
"Who?!" he asked out loud.
> "Dr. Thomas. Use the magnifying glass."
Ron reached into his pocket, breath heavy, and pulled out the old, enchanted magnifying glass. He raised it to his lips while running.
"Dr. Thomas, can you hear me? I'm in some kind of mirror world—I need help!"
A voice answered—but it wasn't the doctor.
It was the skeleton, the gatekeeper of the graveyard.
> "Mirror World? How did you end up there?"
"Long story. Can you get me out?"
> "Not directly. But I can give you something to level the field…"
A pause.
Then a glow burst from the magnifying glass, shooting into Ron's chest.
A system message appeared in the air:
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> [NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED]
"Anti-Reflection Pulse"
— Disrupts all mirrored movements around you for 5 seconds.
Ron's eyes widened. "Perfect timing."
He turned to the werewolf. "We've got a shot."
The werewolf growled, "Then let's end these bastards."
The mirror versions were catching up, grinning wildly—
Ron clenched his fists, and golden light surged through his veins.