The room was dimly lit, the patient, who had been lying motionless, stirred. Slowly, she pushed herself up and sat on the bed.

  "Sam..." she called.

  A dense white mist coalesced before her, forming into a man with an ethereal presence. His sharp eyes scanned her with concern. "Are you alright? My power is greatly diminished this far from the Nexus, so I couldn’t instantly ease your condition."

  Sanjana—no, Azhini—felt the lingering cool sensation that had soothed her consciousness when she had first arrived in this world. A small smile tugged at her lips. So it was him back then...

  She patted the space beside her and gestured for him to sit. "Thanks to you, I already feel much better. The headache has subsided."

  Sam sighed in relief. "That’s good. Did you receive this girl’s memories?"

  Azhini—now merged with Sanjana’s consciousness—nodded, her expression darkening. "Yes, I did. It’s tragic..." She recounted Sanjana’s story, her heart weighed by the events that led to her current state.

  Sam listened intently before responding, "That is tragic. But before we go further, have you checked your Psychic Abode?"

  Azhini blinked. "My what?"

  Sam leaned forward slightly. "It’s a space within your consciousness where you can track your progress and gain insights about your mission. Try accessing it."

  She hesitated, then nodded. "How?"

  "Close your eyes," Sam instructed, his voice calm and steady. "Focus on the center of your forehead. Breathe in… breathe out… Relax. Let your mind expand."

  Azhini followed his guidance. At first, there was only darkness. Then—

  A vast grassland stretched before her, a gentle breeze swaying the golden-green blades.

  A humble wooden house stood in the distance. Drawn to it, she walked forward, the soft earth beneath her feet grounding her.

  "I see a wooden house," she murmured.

  "Good," Sam’s voice echoed in her mind. "Can you see the door? Try opening it."

  She reached out, grasped the handle, and pushed.

  Inside was a small hall with a single wooden chair and table. Above the table lay a parchment map—detailed and intricate. As she stepped closer, she noticed a red cross marking her current location. Near the main palace of the first zone, a ruby gem pulsed with a crimson glow.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  "This is a map of the Solar Kingdom," she whispered.

  ?

  Sam’s voice remained steady. "That gem marks your next objective. But look around—there is more to see."

  Three doors stood before her, each inscribed with a name:

  1. The Chamber of Destiny

  2. The Chamber of Accumulated Fortune

  3. The Chamber of Karma

  Curiosity stirred within her. She stepped toward the first door and opened it.

  Inside, a thick, ancient book rested upon a pedestal. The title read: Chronicle of Fate. As soon as she touched it, the pages flipped on their own, glowing with golden light, before stopping at a particular chapter.

  "The Sun Dynasty: The Life of Sanjana"

  Her entire past had been recorded here. Every choice, every hardship—written in ink that shimmered like sunlight.

  Her wandering eyes stopped at somewhere, her breath hitching as her gaze landed on a majestic clock towering before her. Its intricate golden frame gleamed under the dim, ethereal glow that bathed the chamber. But what truly sent a shiver down her spine was the movement of its hands—they were ticking in reverse.

  Her eyes flickered to the date displayed on its face. Her heart pounded. It wasn’t today’s date. It wasn’t even from the past. It was six years ahead.

  A whisper of cold air curled around her, and an unsettling realization gripped her—this wasn’t just a clock. It was a prophecy, a warning, a portal, it saying that she only has six years in this solar kingdom.

  A large notice board stood beside it, displaying:

  Main Quest: Become a Ranked Doctor

  ? Getting a pass in to the first zone

  ? Reputation +10%

  ? Special Item: Solar Furnace

  ? Failure: Unable to enter the first zone

  ? Reputation -5%

  She exited and entered the second chamber.

  Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with medical texts Sanjana had studied before her consciousness was merged. A checklist hung beside them, listing skills she had acquired and those yet to be learned.

  Finally, she opened the Chamber of Karma.

  Inside, two enormous meters stood side by side, shimmering faintly. Currently they read zero—untouched, untainted.

  "These measure your Karma," Sam’s voice explained. "Your actions will fill them over time, shaping your fate in this world."

  Taking a deep breath, she stepped back. "I understand."

  With Sam’s guidance, she withdrew from her Psychic Abode and returned to reality. As she opened her eyes, she met his gaze.

  "That was... fascinating," she admitted.

  Sanjana’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned to Sam. “I love this concept! The Psychic Abode as a personal space for players to track their journey, save progress, and manage quests—it adds so much depth to the game world. Since I’m the only player, my land is empty except for my house. But imagine if more players joined… It would be so much livelier!”

  She paused, a new idea striking her. “What if there was a feature that allowed players to visit each other’s spaces? And the Chronicle of Fate—if it could record exceptional player stories with consent, some players could even become legends in the game’s history!”

  Her voice carried an infectious energy, and for a moment, Sam just watched her, a strange tightness settling in his chest.

  Weird… What is this feeling?

  But seeing her enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but smile. “So this is actually a game space,” he mused. “Huh… interesting.”

  Before he could say more, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.

  A commotion.

  Sanjana turned toward the doorway just as the curtain was yanked aside.

  Her father stood there, breathless, worry etched into every line of his face.

  But before he could step inside, a voice lashed out like a whip.

  “You have no right to be here.”

  Sanjana’s brother blocked the entrance, his fists clenched, shoulders tense. His face was dark with frustration, resentment spilling over like a dam breaking.

  "How dare you show up now? When she needed you the most, where were you? Do you even realize what she’s been through?!"

  Their father stood frozen, his gaze falling to the floor. His hands trembled at his sides, as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how.

  A heavy silence filled the room.

  Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke.

  “I was wrong…”

  Sanjana’s breath hitched.

  “I thought I was protecting you,” he continued, his voice thick with regret. “I thought I was doing what was best. But I see now that my family—my children—should have always been my first priority.” He swallowed hard, his next words breaking slightly. “I won’t stand in your way anymore. You can follow whatever path you desire.”

  A lump formed in Sanjana’s throat.

  She looked at the man before her—not just as the strict father who had once opposed her dreams, but as someone who was trying, in his own way, to mend what was broken.

  She took a deep breath, her voice steady.

  “Appa… I love this profession.”

  He lifted his gaze, searching her face.

  “I want to take the test,” she said firmly. “But you have to promise me—you won’t interfere with the kind of patients I choose to treat.”

  Her father stiffened, his lips pressing together in conflict.

  For a moment, she thought he would argue.

  Then, slowly, he nodded. His expression was a mixture of pride and guilt.

  “I promise.”

  A deep exhale left her lips.

  For the first time in years, it felt like she could finally breathe. It's seems like her feelings completely merged with Sanjana's. A strange scare formed can she able to live as normal after leaving this world?