A hologram appeared with golden text:
> "Special Stage: Ultimate Arcane Fortress and Boss-Level Magical Creature"
Anchalee exhaled.
> "This has to be the toughest one today."
A huge magical creature circled the site.
Pillars and arcane walls glowed brightly.
Lucas stood close.
> "If we don't work as a team… both points and safety will be lost."
They began placing pillars together, adjusting magical forces, and managing creatures.
The creature charged, wind and arcane lights clashing across the site.
Their hands touched more often.
Hearts raced… the pull between them stronger than ever.
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Noon — Transition to Real Life
After the special stage, Anchalee removed her AR glasses.
Her eyes returned to the real construction site.
Steel beams, pillars, and real workers stood before her.
Lucas spoke calmly,
> "Back to the real world… do you think we can follow this plan on schedule?"
Anchalee paused, then nodded.
> "We have to… like in the game, but with real brains and manpower."
They began reviewing blueprints, placing steel beams, and coordinating the crew.
No magic, no creatures—but the tension and subtle attraction remained.
Anchalee realized… real life required skill and heart, just like the game.
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Afternoon — Real-Life Collaboration and Connection
Lucas stood beside Anchalee.
> "Your placement here is excellent, but if you reinforce this section… it will be more stable."
Anchalee smiled faintly.
> "Thank you… but don't forget, I design every line with principles in mind."
They began coordinating hands and eyes,
like in the game… but in real life.
By the end of the day,
afternoon light glinted off the steel beams.
Anchalee and Lucas exchanged looks… both respectful and subtly close.
They knew… the story wasn't over. The magic might be gone, but hearts continued to play.
Her Lines, His Steel
> The sound of hammering steel echoed across the old construction site, beneath a century-old stone structure that was being transformed into a luxurious new mansion.
"Did you redraw the plans again?"
A deep, low voice came from behind as the young woman still held the blueprint board in her hands. She turned slowly, already expecting him to arrive sooner than usual.
"Because the old structure can't support the weight as before. I have to adjust it, or else you'll end up with a pile of fallen stones instead of a mansion," she replied.
"Sounds like I've never built anything before," he raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, forcing her to take a step back.
"You're just the engineer supervising the structural reinforcements, not the homeowner. How serious do you have to look?"
"I'm paying half of this project," he said calmly, but his sharp eyes reflected something deeper than just a discussion about work.
She fell silent for a moment before replying with a challenging smile.
"Then you should know that the beauty of architecture isn't just in steel beams or deep foundations," she said.
"But it won't stand without steel to hold it up," he countered immediately, walking past her, his eyes lingering on the plans in her hands for a brief moment.
"Besides… I'm not an ordinary engineer."
"Yes, I've heard," she replied. "You once built a building for… who was it? Il Silver… or some mafia group in Sicily?"
She smiled, unafraid of his narrowed gaze.
He stopped, turned, and looked at her directly.
"Watch your words, architect. Those who know too much in my world tend to disappear quickly."
She met his eyes steadily.
"Good luck, then. I'm not easily scared."
He paused for a moment, then turned back, leaving behind a parting line that made her heart skip a beat.
"Good… because I intend to stay on this project with you… for a long time