'Cough, cough', my illness struck me again. Illness that emerged concurrently with dungeons. 'Shit' that shortened my life, it's incurable.
Doctor said I'd die in a year. So I turned hopeless, helpless, until -
'Ding'
One day I received an email from Dad...
"I found a cure!"
Those words shone the light of hope for me. So in thrive to gain life, I ventured into dungeon where the so-called cure was at.
Assembling and seeking help from friends, I found it feasible, or so what I thought. Never I knew that monsters weren't the only danger lurking in this perilous world, humans too.
In the end, I realize...
I---- I was being naive all along.