by Sad Bucket
Femi never asked to play a game. To her, the dungeons are real, damp stone corridors crawling with monsters, every kill a handful of coins toward food, medicine, and a future for the adopted infant son she refuses to abandon even tho she is very young herself. But reality has decided something else for her when she found out her reality was not real at all when she meets a certain someone in an unknown dungeon. 2 chapters a day
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