I run the Dungeon’s Safezone

I inherited my father’s estate in the countryside—out in the sticks, if you asked me, but whatever. Gift horse and all that. “Finally!” Reading through the contract while humming money-based pop songs to myself. “Hold up, what’s that say at the bottom?” Can’t sell it, mate. Well… Shit. So here I am, half-functioning house, barely working reception and a bowl of my favourite breakfast cereal—and broke. Then my phone lights up. [Congratulations Greg, you’re now the proud Safezone Operator of Dungeon B-22] What do you mean operator? Like call centres? Apparently Not. I was now offering lodgings and everything in-between, for adventurers passing through—my house turned Safe haven. My mind wandered to the usual employment contracts and one’s respective governments view on “side hustles”. I mean, technically coins aren’t really used anymore. Sooo—tax free? “I think this might fix my mortgage problem.”  A LitRPG  “money-based” progression fantasy—with sarcasm. Follow Greg through his snarky journey of self-discovery, home “ownership”, and business management. In a world where coins run everything! Updates: Mondays—Wednesdays—Fridays. Story published on: - Royal Road - Scribble Hub Under the Author ZeroGuilt