- The day began as any other. Leon woke up to the gentle sunlight streaming through his academy window.
- He went to his morning class, where the professor lectured on the history of ancient empires.
- He met Rose for lunch, a quiet, reassuring meal where they talked about their upcoming weekend plans.
- In the afternoon, he joined his friends—Noah, Anna, William, and Olivia—at the training grounds.
- They practiced their sword forms, their movements a familiar, well-rehearsed dance.
- The evening ended with a shared meal in the cafeteria, a warm conversation that lingered long into the night.
- Leon went to bed, a sense of quiet accomplishment settling over him.
- The next day Leon woke up to the gentle sunlight streaming through his academy window, the familiar chirping of birds filling the air.
- He went to his morning class, where the professor lectured on the history of ancient empires, a lecture he had heard yesterday.
- He met Rose for lunch, a quiet, reassuring meal where they talked about their upcoming weekend plans, their words an empty echo of a conversation he had already lived.
- In the afternoon, he joined his friends—Noah, Anna, William, and Olivia—at the training grounds.
- Their sword forms were a familiar, well-rehearsed dance, their movements a terrifyingly perfect replica of the day before.
- The evening ended with a shared meal in the cafeteria, a warm conversation that was neither warm nor a conversation, but a pre-programmed script. Leon went to bed, a cold dread settling over him.
- The next morning, he woke up to the same sunlight, the same chirping birds.
- He went to the same class, heard the same lecture, and had the same lunch with Rose, where they talked about the same upcoming weekend plans.
- The unease bloomed into a horrifying realization. This was not normal he was trapped.
- This wasn't a nightmare; it was a reality crafted by a powerful, malevolent force.
- Then he realised what he is in. He was in a space-magic prison, a loop of manufactured reality designed to drive a person's mind to the brink of insanity until it shatters completely.
- 'The Principality. It had to be them'. He thought. This was a psychological attack, a way to neutralize him without a direct confrontation.
- He tried to alter his routine, to break the cycle. He tried to go to a different class, but an invisible force guided him back to his seat.
- He tried to yell a warning to his friends in the cafeteria, but the words were forced out of his mouth, the same as they had been every other day.
- His every action was pre-determined, a script he was forced to follow. He was a conscious mind trapped in a world of puppets.
- Leon's struggle began in earnest. He had no idea how to get out.
- He had no memories from the game world of a space-magic prison that manipulates one's mind.
- This was a new variable, a new, chillingly personal trap set just for him.
- He started his search, a frantic, desperate quest for a way out.
- He tried to find an anomaly, a glitch in the matrix, but there was none.
- Everything was perfect, a seamless, terrifying loop. He checked every nook and cranny of the academy, every book in the library, every stone on the training grounds.
- There was nothing. The loop reset every night, erasing his progress, leaving him with nothing but his memories and the growing desperation in his heart.
- He felt the strain on his mind. The endless repetition, the soulless faces of his friends, the empty conversations—it was a form of psychological torture.
- He felt the cracks forming in his sanity, a creeping sense of nihilism threatening to pull him under.
- He had to be strong. He had to resist. He would not give up, not when the fate of his friends, rested on his shoulders. - He was a bug in their code, and he would not be erased. He would find a way out, no matter the cost.
- On the one-hundredth repeat of the same day, Leon finally found a clue.
- A subtle flicker in the light of a forgotten lantern in the academy's west wing.
- It was a miniscule distortion, but it was there. It was a clue, and he would not let it go.
- He had to remember every single detail. He had to find all the clues in one day, before the loop reset, before he lost himself to the endless repetition.
- The next day, as the sun rose, a new chapter began. Leon was ready.
- He would break the cycle. He would free himself from this prison. He would find the answers he sought. And he would not give up.