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Contagious Heroism – Part 01

The soft chime of a glass bell echoed filled the room. It wasn’t a harsh, grating sound. Instead, it was smooth, mellow, and pleasant to the ears.

“Ugh…”

Soaarunay woke up. It hurt. Every joint ached, likely from sleeping face-down on the unforgiving floor. Her right cheek, pressed against the ground, burned a bright red.

“Ow…”

She slowly rose. She was dressed in a simple Japanese winter outfit—sweatshirt, jeans, and a down jacket—belonging to Sasakura Ayano, the original owner of the body.

The bell tinkled once more. Gasping, Soaarunay looked around. A dim room. Inorganic gray walls surrounded her, but the furniture—a bed and table—exuded an antique charm.

She flicked on the magic lamp atop the table, and light flooded the room.

“I’m back.”

A magical mishap had destroyed Soaarunay’s body, nearly costing her her life. By some fortunate twist of fate—or perhaps unfortunate—she had slipped through the barrier between worlds.

After drifting aimlessly for what felt like