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[roseforsei]

Welcome to World of Venture — An Isekai-Themed and semi plotting OA.

You have been transferred to a mysterious fantasy world known as Vaeltheris. Upon arrival, you are automatically registered as an Adventurer and become a member of the Adventurer’s Guild in the town of Luthadel.

Your mission is simple — clear the dungeon and return to Earth. But there's a catch: you only have 14 days.

To unlock deeper dungeon levels and reach the final floor, you must level up your Adventurer Rank.

There are two ways to level up: By completing tasks, which are missions or plots or by participating in game.

All adventurers begin at F Rank, and can progress through E, D, C, B, A, and finally S Rank. Each new rank brings you one step closer to clearing the dungeon and escaping Vaeltheris.

Are you ready to venture beyond?

[roseforsei]

Echoes of an Unseen Battle (Epilogue)

Seira Roosevelt stood outside, the crisp night air brushing against her skin. The distant hum of the city reached her ears, grounding her back into reality. She was twenty-five again. No longer the weary thirty-three-year-old who had fought her way through every trial, no longer carrying the weight of years she had never lived.

Yet, as she looked at her reflection in the glass doors of the towering CODA headquarters, a strange emptiness settled in her chest. She had escaped. They had all escaped. But the battle had left marks on her that time could not erase.

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ . . .

It started in the coffee room, a seemingly innocent gathering of strangers. The moment she had woken up in that sleek, modern space with its glass tables, luxurious pastries, and coffee-themed name tags, she knew something was off. Eeffoc. Her tag had read backward, a puzzle hidden in plain sight. She remembered collecting her team, piecing together the meaning behind their names—Cappuccino, Espresso, Americano, Latte, Affogato. A simple test, yet it had been their first step into something far more sinister.

Seira could still recall the way their voices had sounded—curious, uncertain, hopeful. None of them had known what awaited them beyond that door.

When she had crossed the threshold into the next chamber, the shift had been immediate. She had aged.

From twenty-five to thirty-three in the blink of an eye. The weight of those lost years had settled in her bones, slowing her down, pressing into her mind like a vice. She had spent hours, maybe days, staring at herself in the mirror, questioning the passage of time. Had she truly aged, or was it an illusion? The fear had been real, the exhaustion tangible.

Even now, standing outside in her rightful age, she could still feel the ghost of those missing years clinging to her, a reminder of the price she had paid to move forward.

Then came the marionette room.

Then came the puppets. Silent, watching, waiting. At first, they were merely unsettling decor, but soon, she realized she wasn’t just observing them—she was becoming one. Invisible strings coiled around her limbs, controlling her against her will. Panic clawed at her chest as she fought against them. Was she still herself, or just another marionette in their twisted show?

Switching places. Becoming the marionette.

It was in that moment of desperation that the world cracked again, and suddenly, she wasn’t just Seira Roosevelt anymore. She was someone else. A counterpart from another realm—one who had fought, who had rebelled. Trapped in this foreign existence, she felt the fire of resistance surge in her blood. But was she fighting for her own escape, or for a cause she didn’t belong to?

Even now, she wondered. Had she truly chosen to switch back? Or had she merely been allowed to return?

Then came the gravity shift. Seira barely had time to react as she was flipped upside down, her hair floating toward the ceiling. The aquarium in front of her shimmered with its fish, her Pearlscale Goldfish waiting to be placed. Water from Maven’s Dory fish splashed across her face, triggering sprinklers, but she pressed on. As she set the fish in the tank, gravity snapped back, and they plummeted to the safety net below. The puzzle was complete.

And yet, in the end, it hadn’t been about fighting. It had been about surrendering—to trust, to understanding, to the realization that fear itself was the enemy. The door had opened when she stopped resisting, when she let the current carry her forward.

Seek the escape route, the path upward, where steel meets air.

That had been the clue. The emergency exit was the only way out, but not by force. It required understanding the system. The final gate did not open with a key, but with knowledge.

Seira had pieced it together as the last pieces of her fractured mind clicked into place. The networking room had been the end, the place where signals intertwined, where decisions were made and orders were executed.

And yet, even as she had stepped through the final passage, a whisper had lingered in the air. Was this the true end? Or merely another beginning?

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ. . .

Now: Standing Between Two Lives Again

She was twenty-five again. She was free.

Yet, staring at her own reflection, Seira felt the weight of everything she had been through settle deep within her soul. Her heart ached with a strange, quiet longing—for what, she wasn’t sure. The coffee room, the team she had built, the trials they had endured. The twisted, terrifying lessons CODA had forced upon them.

She turned her gaze to the city skyline, where the neon lights flickered like distant stars. The world had moved on as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t changed. But she had. She would never be the same again.

Seira exhaled slowly.

She had lived two lives before this—one as a princess, one as an ordinary woman. But now, a third life loomed before her.

One shaped by secrets, by choices she had been forced to make, by truths she had uncovered in the darkest corners of herself.

She had survived.

But the question remained—what would she do with this new life?

Because CODA wasn’t finished with her yet.

And neither was she.

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The Final Breakout

The moment Seira Roosevelt stepped out of the mirrored cube, a fleeting sensation of disorientation washed over her. The sterile white lights overhead flickered briefly, casting elongated shadows on the pristine floor. For a second, her own reflection in the mirror remained frozen, lingering longer than it should have. Seira narrowed her eyes. Something was off, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Ahead of her, the hallway labeled Coda Members led to an employee lounge, where the rest of her team was waiting. The atmosphere was tense, their expressions filled with anticipation and unease. A large instruction screen displayed the words:

"Proceed to the networking room."

Three doors stood before them: a ladies' bedroom, a gentlemen's bedroom, and an emergency exit. Seira knew the real escape wouldn’t be through the obvious choices. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the outline of her identification card, clipped to her belt. The last three tasks had all been elaborate deceptions, pushing them into uncovering hidden paths rather than taking things at face value.

"The networking room is locked," one of her teammates, Alto, muttered, pressing against the handle. "There’s no keyhole. No keypad. Just a scanner that refuses to recognize any of our IDs."

Seira exhaled sharply. That meant the key wasn’t a physical one.

"The emergency exit," she murmured. "That’s our real way forward."

"Its sealed," another teammate, Eden, pointed out. "I checked already."

Seira stepped forward and examined the emergency exit door. It had no visible mechanism for unlocking. But next to it, on the table, sat a single black camera, its lens gleaming under the dim overhead lights.

"Seek the escape route, the path upward, where steel meets air. The final gate stands unbarred—not by key, but by those who know the way."

The words flashed across the instruction screen before disappearing.

"It’s not a physical door," Seira realized. "It’s a test. A recognition system. It’s looking for us."

She turned to the camera. "We have to prove we know how to leave."

One by one, her teammates stepped forward, letting the camera scan them. The system remained silent. But when Seira approached, the camera flickered, the lens shifting as if locking onto her. A mechanical click echoed through the room.

The emergency exit slid open.

A dark staircase led upward, steel steps humming with faint vibrations. Seira led the way, climbing higher into the unknown. At the top, they emerged into a vast room filled with endless rows of server racks, their blinking lights creating an artificial starlit effect.

"This is it," Alto whispered. "The networking room."

But something was wrong.

The screens in front of them weren’t displaying the system’s controls. Instead, they showed live security footage—of them. Their own reflections, their movements from minutes ago.

Then, one by one, their reflections in the footage stopped moving.

Seira inhaled sharply. "That’s not us."

The door behind them slammed shut. The flickering lights cast warped shadows across the room—shadows that no longer matched their own. The figures in the security footage turned, their faces eerily identical, but their eyes empty, devoid of recognition.

A cold voice echoed through the speakers.

"You have reached the final test. But which one of you is real?"

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The Upside-Down Aquarium

Seira barely had time to process what was happening before she felt her body twist in the air, flipping upside down. The moment she stepped into the room, gravity betrayed her, pulling everything upward instead of down. Her stomach lurched as she floated momentarily, before her feet landed on what should have been the ceiling.

Objects that should have fallen to the floor instead drifted upwards, defying logic. Small items—papers, pens, even a loose screw—hovered like they were caught in an invisible tide. But the most striking sight was the medium-sized fish tank suspended in midair, its water held in place as though unaffected by the chaos of reversed gravity.

Seira steadied herself, exhaling sharply as she scanned the room. A large screen flickered to life, displaying a list of fish species alongside the names of the participants.

The large aquarium in the center of the room shimmered with an ethereal glow, filled with fish that had already been placed inside—Serena’s pink betta fish, Juni’s koi, and even Brian’s clownfish darted between the decorative plants. A digital screen beside it displayed a list of names, each corresponding to a different fish. But there were still several empty slots, including one labeled Pearlscale Goldfish—her assigned fish.

"Looks like some of them have already started solving this," she murmured, glancing at the toy-like magnetic bricks scattered near her feet—or rather, near the ceiling, since the concept of "up" and "down" barely made sense anymore.

Before she could get to work, a sudden splash of water hit her face. Maven’s Dory fish had just been added to the tank, triggering a short burst from the built-in sprinkler system. Seira let out a small shriek, her hands instinctively shielding her face as water trickled down her arms.

"Seriously?! Who designed this?!" she huffed, shaking off the excess droplets.

Across the room, Killian—who had also been assigned a type of goldfish, the Ryukin Goldfish—was already attempting to place his in the correct spot. Mattias’ Corydoras swam lazily at the bottom, while Ruelle’s Swordtail darted around in quick movements.

Seira wiped her face, refocusing on the task. Carefully, she reached for the container holding her Pearlscale Goldfish, admiring its round, bouncy body and shimmering scales. She had to place it correctly—but with the way gravity was reversed, one wrong move could send her drifting toward the ceiling.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself, aimed for the designated spot, and let go. The fish entered the water gracefully, its round body bobbing slightly before settling in. Almost instantly, the digital screen beeped, registering her contribution.

Then, without warning, the entire room shifted.

A feeling of weightlessness overtook her as gravity suddenly realigned. Seira barely had time to react before she and the others plummeted downward—only to land on the safety net waiting below.

For a moment, everything was silent. Then, a voice crackled through the intercom:

"Congratulations, participants. The puzzle has been completed."

Seira let out a groan, rubbing her head as she lay sprawled out on the net. "That was way too much effort just to put a fish in a tank..."

Beside her, Killian let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "At least we didn’t get stuck floating forever."

Seira sighed. "Yeah, yeah... Next time, though, someone else can deal with the water traps."

From the aquarium, her Pearlscale Goldfish twirled in the water, seemingly pleased with its new home.

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Journal 2: Time Slip

The moment Seira stepped through the door, the world around her shifted. The air turned dense, pressing against her skin with an unfamiliar weight. Gone were the eerie wooden walls and the marionette that had watched her every move—now, she stood in a cityscape unlike anything she had seen before. Towering structures loomed above, bathed in the cold glow of neon signs that flickered erratically. The streets stretched endlessly into the distance, each path leading deeper into the unknown.

A shiver crawled up her spine. Something was missing. She turned sharply—the marionette was gone. For the first time since this bizarre journey began, she was alone.

Seira’s eyes landed on a nearby glass panel, her own reflection staring back at her. She took a step closer, exhaling softly in relief at the familiar sight—but then, it changed. The woman in the glass was still her, but subtly different. Her hair, once dark and sleek, had lightened at the tips, strands of silver creeping in like cracks on a frozen lake. Fine lines traced the corners of her eyes, barely visible but undeniably there.

She reached out, fingertips skimming the surface of the glass. The reflection trembled, as if time itself was fracturing. Seira stepped back. She couldn’t afford to linger.

The ground beneath her feet seemed heavier, as if gravity had doubled in strength. With each step, her movements grew sluggish, her body weighed down by an invisible force. Her bones ached, muscles protesting against the unnatural strain. This wasn’t normal.

Then, she saw it. A rack of suits stood near the center of the room, pristine and waiting. A sign was crudely taped to the metal frame, the words scrawled in uneven handwriting:

Wear this.

Her gaze flickered between the message and the suits. There was no question—if she wanted to move forward, she had to comply.

With effort, she reached out and pulled one from the rack, slipping it on. The moment the material embraced her body, the weight lessened. The unbearable pressure eased, and her breathing steadied. Though the unease remained, she could move again.

The corridors beyond twisted and stretched into infinity. Seira walked, each step carrying her through shifting landscapes—some familiar, some utterly foreign. Time blurred, slipping through her grasp. Had she been walking for minutes? Hours? Days?

She couldn’t tell. Then, at last, she arrived.

The planetarium room unfolded before her, a vast expanse of cosmic wonder. The walls melted into an endless night sky, constellations shimmering above like scattered fragments of a forgotten dream. Galaxies spiraled, stars pulsed, the universe breathed.

For a moment, she forgot the strangeness of her journey. But then—her chest tightened.

The suit—her only lifeline—began to fail. The oxygen thinned, her breaths growing shallow and desperate. A sharp pang shot through her ribs as her body began to change.

Her skin withered, her vision blurred. She was aging. Years passed in mere moments. Her once-youthful hands trembled, the weight of time pressing down with relentless force. She could feel herself slipping away.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as her knees buckled. Darkness edged at her vision. Was this the end?

And then—Everything snapped back into place. The weight lifted, the years drained away. Her body returned to normal.

Seira clutched her chest, gasping for air. The reflection of herself that had aged before her eyes had vanished. She was whole again. Young again.

But she had felt it. She had lived it.

This place—this game—it wasn’t about mere survival. It was testing something deeper. Something fundamental.

And she was still playing.

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The Mirror Of Rebellions.

As soon as Seira stepped out from the previous room, the sensation of wooden floors beneath her feet vanished. She found herself in an entirely different place.

Gone was the dimly lit space with its eerie marionette—now, she stood in the middle of a flawless cityscape. The sky stretched overhead in an unnatural shade of white, devoid of clouds or sun. The streets, the towering buildings, even the air itself—too clean, too perfect.

Her breath caught in her throat. This… isn’t where I was. Something else was wrong.

The marionette was gone.

Seira turned sharply, but there was nothing behind her. No door. No trace of where she had come from. It was as if she had simply appeared here.

Then—movement. She whirled around. And froze. There, in the glass window of a pristine skyscraper—her reflection.

But it was wrong.

It stared back at her, yet something about it felt detached, as if it wasn’t truly mirroring her. A second too slow. A tilt of the head that Seira hadn’t done.

A chill crept down her spine.

Her own face, her own eyes—but the way they watched her felt foreign.

She swallowed, forcing herself to breathe. And then—The reflection smirked.

Seira hadn’t moved. But the reflection had. A sharp, twisted grin spread across its lips—mocking. And before she could react— It stepped forward. Right through the glass. And the world began to distort.

The world warped.

The pristine cityscape flickered like a glitching screen, its colors bleeding into each other. The air itself seemed to ripple, stretching and contracting as if reality was unraveling at the seams.

Seira’s heart pounded. She stumbled backward, but her reflection—no, the thing that had stepped out of the glass—took a smooth step forward, closing the distance effortlessly.

It looked like her. But it wasn’t her.

The smirk on its lips widened as its features shifted, twisted—warping into something grotesquely familiar yet entirely wrong. Its eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

“What are you?” Seira’s voice barely came out as a whisper. The reflection tilted its head. Its mouth moved, but no sound came out. Instead, the city around them shuddered.

A sudden pressure—like invisible hands gripping her throat—made Seira gasp. Then— A voice. Not from the thing in front of her, but from everywhere at once.

"You don’t belong here."

The moment the words echoed, the world fractured. Seira’s vision blurred, distorted—

And then— Everything shattered. Like glass breaking apart, the cityscape collapsed into pieces, dissolving into a swirling void. Seira felt herself falling— No—being pulled.

The air around her stretched like fabric being unraveled. The pressure in her chest grew unbearable. She struggled, reaching out, trying to grasp onto something—anything.

Then— She landed.

The impact knocked the breath out of her, but the surface beneath her hands was solid. Cold. Stone. Slowly, she pushed herself up, heart hammering.

And her breath hitched. She was no longer in the glitching city. She was in a dimly lit hall.

The architecture was unfamiliar—grand, gothic, and lined with towering, jagged pillars. A deep red glow seeped from the cracks in the stone, casting ominous shadows that flickered and shifted unnaturally.

The air was heavy. Too heavy. Then—footsteps.

From the far end of the hall, a figure emerged from the darkness. Seira tensed.

The figure’s face was hidden beneath a deep hood, their long robes flowing as they moved silently toward her. Their presence alone sent an inexplicable chill through her veins.

The moment they stopped, an eerie silence filled the space. Then—They raised their hand. A voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the hall.

"You have arrived." Seira stilled.

The hooded figure’s fingers curled slightly, as if beckoning something—summoning something. And then— Chains erupted from the ground.

Seira barely had time to react before they lashed toward her. The chains shot forward.

Seira twisted away on instinct, narrowly dodging the first strike. The second came faster, wrapping around her wrist with a snap. A sharp pull—she was yanked forward.

"Resist, and you will break," the hooded figure intoned. Their voice was calm, absolute.

Seira gritted her teeth and yanked back against the chains. They burned cold against her skin, but she forced herself to move, to fight. The air around her warped again, the pressure in her chest growing unbearable.

This feeling—she had felt it before. The glitching city. The marionette. The reflection. Something inside her lurched. The moment she thought about it, the space around her twisted.

The chains flickered—phased in and out of existence, as if unsure whether they were real or not. The hooded figure tilted their head.

"You are unstable." The words sent a jolt through her.

Seira looked down at her own hands. They were glitching. Her fingers flickered between solid and transparent, like a distorted image struggling to render properly. A realization slammed into her. She wasn’t fully here. Or rather—this place itself was unstable.

Equilibrium.

Something inside her clicked. This world—it wasn’t just pulling her in. It was adjusting to her existence. But she wasn’t balanced. She had been slipping between realities ever since she left the marionette room. And now—this place was trying to correct her. The chains weren’t meant to bind. They were meant to stabilize.

The moment the thought solidified in her mind, the pull in her chest shifted. No longer suffocating—but grounding. Seira exhaled. The glitching around her slowed.

The hooded figure observed in silence. Then, they spoke. "Good." The chains loosened. And for the first time since she entered this place—Seira felt still.

Balanced.

The hooded figure lowered their hand. "Now, you may proceed."

The chains vanished, dissolving into thin air as if they had never existed. Seira stood there for a moment, pulse still racing, but the suffocating pressure had lifted. She looked down at her hands—solid now. No flickering, no distortion.

It felt… different. Not quite as heavy as before, but no longer weightless. Balanced.

The hooded figure stepped aside, revealing a doorway that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t grand or ominous—just an ordinary wooden door, like something out of an old house.

"Go," they said simply. Seira hesitated.

Not out of fear—but because she understood now. Every door had led her deeper, pulling her toward something. The marionette room, the glitching city, the reflection—all of it was leading her here.

She took a step forward. And the moment her fingers touched the handle—the world shifted.

—Click. She was somewhere else. Not a city. Not a distorted landscape. Just a room.

Seira blinked, adjusting to the sudden stillness. No flickering lights, no warping space. Just an empty, quiet space. The walls were white, bare. The only thing inside was a single mirror standing in the center.

Her breath caught. Another reflection. But this time—it wasn’t glitching. She stepped forward. The mirror wasn’t warped, nor did it show an altered version of herself. It was clear. Still. Whole.

Seira reached out. And when her fingers touched the glass— It didn’t pull her in. It didn’t shatter. Instead—it rippled. Like water. And for the first time—she heard her own voice, echoing back.

"Are you ready?" Seira inhaled. Balanced. Grounded. She stepped forward. And the mirror swallowed her whole.

—Silence. Then—light.

Seira opened her eyes. She was floating. Not in water, not in air—just… suspended. Weightless, but steady. No longer lost between extremes.

Before her, the fragmented echoes of the worlds she had walked through drifted like constellations. The glitching city, the marionette’s room, the flickering chains—each a fragment of something bigger.

A voice, distant yet familiar, whispered through the space. "Equilibrium has been restored." Seira exhaled.

She reached out—and for the first time, the world did not reject her touch. The floating fragments stabilized. Her presence no longer distorted them, no longer pushed them to their breaking points.

This was it. Not the end. Not an escape. But balance.

The weight of her journey settled into place, no longer a burden—but part of her. The shifting of realities, the unraveling of self, the breaking and rebuilding—all of it had led to this.

With one final step, Seira moved forward—and the world followed. Light consumed everything—And then—

She awoke.

Back in her own world. The same room where it all began. But something was different. The mirror stood before her, still and unbroken. And when she looked into it—Her reflection smiled back. A perfect, balanced reflection. And this time—it did not waver.

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Journal 1: The Glitch in Time

The moment Seira stepped into the second room, something snapped—an invisible thread, a break in time itself. The atmosphere thickened, as if reality struggled to hold itself together. The walls swayed in an unnatural rhythm, the air tinged with a sense of wrongness. Flickering lights cast eerie shadows, stretching and distorting like living things.

She reached for the door’s knob. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal—only for the scene to flicker. Suddenly, she was back where she started, hand still outstretched, the action undone.

A glitch.

Seira inhaled sharply, taking a step back as she surveyed the room. The details hadn’t changed, yet everything felt different. The bed in the corner, the old dresser, the broken light panels—they all seemed frozen in an endless cycle of repetition. But what caught her attention the most were the marionettes. Dangling from the ceiling by delicate, frayed strings, their wooden faces bore no expressions, yet their presence felt suffocating.

Her pulse quickened. Something was wrong.

Then she saw it.

Status Report:

Realm Merging.

Current date: March ??, 2033.

Time: Unknown.

Remarks:

Present time of Wireless Strings..

The letters and numbers burned into her vision, flickering like a corrupted system log. It wasn’t just a sequence—it was a shift. A transition. She was no longer in the same timeline.

A cold realization crept through her veins. Her body, her reflection—unchanged. Yet something deeper, something unseen, had shifted. A gap of years now stood between her and the moment before she entered this room.

She was 33.

The weight of an age she had yet to live pressed against her. A stolen future, thrust upon her in an instant. What had changed? What had she lost in the years she had not yet lived?

The marionettes twitched.

Seira froze. The strings above them trembled, as if something unseen was pulling at them. Then, with a sickening lurch, one of the marionettes dropped—but instead of collapsing, it landed gracefully on its feet.

It moved.

A mechanical click, then another. Its wooden limbs bent at unnatural angles as it lifted its head, empty eyes locking onto her.

The instructions.

Her mind raced back to the words she had read before the room shifted.

Get out from this moving room. Twist the knob to get into the other side—together with a marionette.

The realization struck like lightning. She wasn’t supposed to escape alone.

The marionette’s head tilted, as if waiting. Seira hesitated, but there was no time to think. She took a step forward, reaching out a hand. The marionette mimicked her motion, wooden fingers stretching toward hers. As their hands connected, a sharp jolt ran through her body, as if something unseen had snapped into place.

The room shuddered. The walls blurred, colors bleeding into one another. The floor beneath them trembled, then pulled them forward—toward the door.

Seira didn’t hesitate this time. She twisted the knob.

A blinding light flooded her vision. The moment she stepped through, the world stabilized. The suffocating tension lifted, the flickering stopped, and the marionette at her side collapsed—lifeless once more.

She turned back. The door was gone. The room had vanished.

2033...

Her heart pounded. Had she truly escaped? Or had she merely stepped deeper into the glitch of time?

[roseforsei]

Between Two Lives

Seira Roosevelt lived two lives.

By day, she was a princess, raised within the grandeur of a royal household. Her every move was dictated by duty, her future meticulously planned by forces beyond her control. She was expected to be graceful, intelligent, obedient—an image crafted to perfection.

By night, she was just Seira—an ordinary woman walking the streets like anyone else. No titles, no expectations, no suffocating responsibilities. She could drink coffee at a quiet café, scroll through social media, and dream of a life that belonged to her alone.

For years, she mastered the delicate act of juggling both worlds.

At royal gatherings, she spoke with eloquence and played her role flawlessly. In secret, she pursued her own interests—studying business, analyzing trends, and working under a pseudonym to prove her skills were her own, not a product of her status.

Seira never planned to leave her royal identity behind. She wasn’t running away. She simply refused to be defined by it.

But reality was not so kind.

One day, the balance she carefully maintained collapsed.

It started subtly. Her anonymous work in corporate analysis began attracting attention. Clients spoke of her in hushed tones, mentioning her ability to predict market shifts with eerie precision.

Then came an offer. A high-profile case, the kind that could change her entire career. It wasn’t just another freelance gig—it was a challenge. Seira took it, unaware that her choice would set off a chain reaction she couldn’t control.

A week later, she received an invitation.

CODA.

A company she had never heard of. A contract she never applied for.

She dismissed it at first. Then came the follow-ups. Emails. Calls. A letter delivered to her private residence—one that should have been impossible for any outsider to find.

Something was wrong.

The day before she planned to cut all ties, she woke up with a burning sensation on her shoulder.

Her fingers flew to the spot—only to feel a glowing chip embedded beneath her skin.

And above it, flickering red letters hovered in the air.

CODA-095. Seira Roosevelt, Analyst.

Her signature was on the contract.

She didn’t remember signing it.

And now, she was standing inside CODA headquarters, staring at the very people who had pulled her into this world.

Arrival: The First Observations

The moment Seira Roosevelt stepped into the room, she felt the air buzz with an underlying tension. Dozens of people stood around, eyes flicking between the flat-screen monitor at the front and the glowing red tags embedded in their shoulders.

The room itself was sleek and modern—glass tables, each with six chairs neatly arranged, teapots and empty plates waiting to be filled. Against the wall, a snack counter displayed luxury pastries with a carefully curated selection of high-quality coffee and tea.

A soft melody hummed in the background, yet no one seemed to be relaxing. Everyone was trying to figure something out.

The glowing tags.

That’s the key.

Seira glanced down at her own chip.

Eeffoc

Her mind immediately sharpened. That meant there were others.

The challenge was simple: find them.

Seira slowly walked past a group already huddling together, whispering amongst themselves. Not her problem.

Instead, she focused on scanning the room—searching for anyone who might belong with her.

Her eyes landed on a tall figure near the snack counter, standing apart from the others, idly stirring a cappuccino in their cup.

The movement was too casual. Too intentional.

Seira smirked and made her way over. “That a coincidence?” she asked, nodding toward their shoulder.

The person turned, revealing Vivienne. She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t deny it.

“Eppuccanic,” Vivienne finally admitted, tapping the glowing red letters on her skin. “You?”

“Eeffoc,” Seira answered.

Vivienne stared at her for a moment before frowning. “That’s… off.”

Seira hummed. “Read it backward.”

Vivienne blinked, then her expression shifted. “Cappuccino. Coffee.”

Before either could continue, a voice interrupted them.

“Ossserpe.”

Both women turned to see Stephan Whitlock approach, arms crossed. Unlike them, he wasn’t holding a drink—his stance was all business.

Stephan exhaled. “I’m guessing mine is just ‘espresso’ in reverse?”

Seira tilted her head. “Seems like it.”

“Otogaffa,” another voice chimed in.

They turned to see Jaden Ainstwort grinning lazily, sipping what Seira immediately recognized as an affogato.

“I figured it’d be a clue,” Jaden said, shrugging. “Seemed too easy, though.”

Seira exhaled sharply. “That’s what I was thinking. But we need to be sure.”

“Then let’s test it,” Stephan said, nodding toward the others in the room. “If there’s more of us, we’ll find them.”

One by one, more familiar tags emerged. Julius Alaric Hartwell hesitated before stepping forward. “Ettal,” he finally said, glancing at Seira like he was waiting for confirmation.

“Latte,” she translated. “Looks like you’re with us.”

Then came Gift Denzil Montgomery, flipping a coffee stirrer between her fingers before finally holding up her wrist.

“Onacirema.”

Seira’s lips curled into a smirk. “Americano.”

The pieces were all there. Seira’s team was complete.

But just to be sure, she glanced around the room one last time.

No one else had coffee-related tags.

That confirmed it.

Seira turned back to her team. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

The flat-screen monitor in front of them flickered.

Objective: Form your correct group and submit your answer.

Stephan crossed his arms. “Alright, we’re definitely grouped by drink types.”

Jaden raised a finger. “Not just drinks, it's coffee.”

Vivienne leaned forward. “Then our answer should be simple.”

Seira nodded, already typing into the system.

Team Submission:

Seira Roosevelt (Eeffoc – Coffee)

Vivienne (Eppuccanic – Cappuccino)

Stephan Whitlock (Ossserpe – Espresso)

Jaden Ainstwort (Otogaffa – Affogato)

Julius Alaric Hartwell (Ettal – Latte)

Gift Denzil Montgomery (Onacirema – Americano)

She pressed ENTER.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—

The monitor turned green.

A soft chime played, signaling success.

[roseforsei]

Seira Roosevelt, the woman you are.

Seira Roosevelt, known as Princess Seira Eleanor-Roosevelt of Aurelvia, hails from a small but ancient European kingdom known for its art and cultural heritage. The Aurelvia royal family is beloved by the public for their charity work, but Seira has always been a little different. While her siblings embraced royal duties, Seira found herself more fascinated by the simple things in life—especially her cats.

At 21, after completing her formal education, Seira asked her parents for time away from the spotlight. They reluctantly agreed, and she moved to a quiet part of the city under the name Seira Roosevelt, using her middle name for anonymity. During this time, Seira started posting pictures of her everyday life, including her growing collection of rescue cats. What began as casual posts quickly evolved into a full-fledged Instagram career. With a warm, relatable style, she now boasts millions of followers, who adore her funny cat videos, her cozy fashion sense, and occasional glimpses into her royal life—though most are unaware of her true identity.

Seira leads a double life. On one side, she’s an Instagram celebrity known for her wholesome content, regularly sharing moments with her three beloved cats— Mocha, Snowball, and Pudding. On the other side, she’s still a royal, quietly attending family events and keeping her title hidden from her online audience. Her account, @roseofsei highlights her cozy lifestyle, featuring her love for minimalist fashion, home decor, and the simple pleasures of spending time with her cats.

Despite being royalty, Seira prefers a down-to-earth approach, using her fame to promote animal welfare and rescue cats, which has endeared her even more to her followers. Her kingdom may be centuries old, but Seira embodies a modern princess who seeks joy in the ordinary.

Seira constantly juggles her secret royal life with her influencer career. While she enjoys the freedom of living outside the palace, her family occasionally reminds her of her duties as the future Duchess of Aurelvia. There’s an unspoken pressure for her to return full-time to royal duties, but Seira is determined to live authentically—focusing on the causes she cares about and her love for her cats.

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