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"Every rebirth, every encounter beneath the full moon, was a nightmare with no perfect ending."
> "But I don't believe this is the true ending of the game."
The voice echoed through the office, calm yet intense, carried by the soft hum of holographic speakers.
On the massive projection wall, animated shadows of a full moon slowly rotated, bathing the room in pale silver light. The scene showed a small figure standing alone in a forest—Little Carpenter, surrounded by broken memories and unfinished fate.
Ethan Reed stood silently, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the screen.
The narrator in the video continued.
> "Do you remember what the Wolf King and the Black Witch once said?"
> "After being defeated, they claimed they would not truly perish. That their souls would continue to exist in this world."
The animation shifted.
The Wolf King's eyes glowed faintly, even as his body faded. The Black Witch's laughter echoed, distorted and lingering long after her defeat.
> "And here's the key point," the narrator said.
"Little Carpenter is the Wolf King's child."
The room felt heavier.
> "So doesn't that mean magical races—werewolves, witches—have the ability to preserve their souls during the night of the full moon?"
Ethan Reed nodded slightly.
The theory was correct.
This wasn't speculation—it was intentional design.
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The video paused briefly, then resumed.
> "When the Book of the Full Moon opens, there's a skipped frame on the very first page."
The screen zoomed in.
For a fraction of a second, a page filled with dense, twisted symbols appeared—then vanished.
> "I captured that frame."
The image froze.
The page was covered in symbols that looked ancient, crooked, and completely unreadable.
> "At first, I thought the text was simply inverted."
The page rotated.
> "But after flipping it… it made even less sense."
A faint chuckle escaped the narrator.
> "I tried transcribing it. I tried matching it to English letters."
> "It didn't work."
The narrator sighed.
> "I spent four days and only managed to find two symbols that kind of matched."
> "So I gave up."
Ethan tilted his head slightly.
Beside him, Vivian Frost leaned against the console, arms folded.
"This guy has terrifying patience," Ethan said quietly.
Vivian nodded.
"I thought the same when I first watched this. I didn't expect anyone would actually try to decode those symbols."
She shook her head, half amused, half impressed.
"Players really do have too much free time."
Ethan smiled faintly.
If only she knew.
Those symbols weren't random.
They weren't decorative.
They were a language.
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The narrator's tone changed.
> "Then one day… I noticed something."
The video zoomed in on a single character.
> "This symbol—doesn't it look familiar?"
> "Look at your keyboard."
A virtual keyboard appeared.
> "Doesn't it look like the letter 'O'?"
The two images overlapped.
> "That's because it is the letter O."
The narrator's voice sharpened.
> "And that's when everything clicked."
> "This isn't English."
> "It's a language inspired by Greek."
The music intensified—slow, rising, tense.
> "It doesn't even use 26 letters."
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Vivian let out a quiet breath.
"No wonder," she muttered.
> "After that, I bought a Greek language reference."
> "And I started over."
The screen showed handwritten notes, symbols mapped carefully to letters, dozens of revisions scratched out and rewritten.
> "For symbols I couldn't match, I guessed."
> "Simple words. Everyday connectors."
> "In. On. At. To. Us."
> "Piece by piece."
The background music swelled, like a bowstring pulled to its limit.
> "It took me a month and a half."
> "But I succeeded."
The screen filled with translated text.
The narrator paused.
> "Do you know what the core keyword was?"
The live comment feed exploded:
[Holy hell, this is insane]
[This guy definitely topped his class]
[This feels… romantic somehow]
[One month to solve a secret? Respect]
[This is real love for a game]
Ethan Reed's lips curved upward without him realizing it.
Vivian noticed.
She snorted softly.
"Look at you. Acting cold, but clearly enjoying this."
Ethan didn't respond.
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The narrator spoke again—slow, deliberate.
> "The keyword… is 'Soul.'"
The translated text appeared line by line:
> "Some scholars believe that souls with strong faith may temporarily exist after separating from the body."
> "As long as faith does not perish, the soul may endure indefinitely."
> "This phenomenon has been observed among werewolves and magically gifted races."
> "However, due to the breakdown of relations between humans and magical beings, research was never completed."
The room was silent.
> "So what does this mean?"
The narrator's voice trembled slightly.
> "It means Little Carpenter is still alive."
> "His soul still exists in the world of the Full Moon."
> "My two months weren't wasted."
> "I found the truth."
> "And I'll ask it proudly—was it me who made it possible for Little Carpenter to live on?"
His voice cracked at the end.
Not from sadness.
But from fulfillment.
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The video concluded.
> "Thank you for watching."
> "I'm Caleb Knox."
> "A card-game enthusiast."
> "And thank you, Full Moon, for creating such a beautiful world."
> "Until next time."
The comment feed flooded in:
[Instant follow]
[I never noticed this secret]
[So Little Carpenter isn't dead]
[Does this mean a sequel?]
[One dared to hide it, one dared to solve it]
The video ended.
Silence filled the office.
Ethan Reed exhaled slowly.
"…Caleb Knox," he repeated.
Vivian glanced at him.
"So," she asked, "is this what you meant by resurrection?"
Ethan shook his head.
"Not just this."
He straightened.
"Pause current art production."
Vivian raised an eyebrow.
"I want a short MV," Ethan continued.
"A proper one."
She smiled.
"A thank-you gift?"
Ethan nodded.
"He told two hundred thousand players that Little Carpenter isn't dead."
"That deserves a response."
Vivian leaned forward, intrigued.
"And the reward?"
Ethan turned to the console and activated the system.
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[God-Tier Producer System]
Bound Entity: Northstar Games
Emotion Points: 34,000
[Game Vault]
[Third-Party Vault]
Ethan opened the Third-Party Vault.
And typed three words.
— Keyword.
A slow smile spread across his face.
Caleb Knox had given him inspiration.
And Northstar Games never ignored inspiration.
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