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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!” Easy mode here I come! “Hold up, what’s that say at the bottom?” Can’t sell it, mate. Shit. So here I am, half-functioning house… barely working reception and a bowl of my favourite breakfast cereal. Then my phone lights up. [Congratulations Greg, you’re now the proud Safezone Operator of Dungeon B-22] What? A resting spot for adventurers… in my house. But—tax free… I think this might fix my mortgage problem. A LitRPG progression fantasy. 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