The Pixelated Hero - Book 2

Chills ran down his spine. The game was not just a game anymore; it was reacting to his environment, possibly even affecting it. He needed to understand how deep this integration went and if it was limited to the digital world on his screen. Just then, a knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. It was Maya, a fellow student from his Game Development class, holding her laptop. "Hey, Vanda, did you see the weird glitches on the campus app? It’s showing some fantasy locations from our game design projects on the map. I thought you might know something about it since you’re into AR," she said with a curious look. Vanda stared at her, realisation dawning on him. The game wasn’t contained in his room or the console—it was bleeding into the real world, just as his previous adventures had. But this time, he hadn’t even started playing intentionally. "Maya, you might actually be onto something," Vanda replied, his mind racing. "Let me get my notes, and I can show you what I mean." As Maya stepped in, the console flickered again, unnoticed by her, a small smirk forming on the pixelated face of a character on the screen—a character Vanda had designed to be a helpful guide, now seemingly pulling the strings of a larger game. Vanda felt a mix of excitement and dread; the adventure was just beginning, and this time, it seemed the game was playing him.

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