I Didn't Sign-up For This

Chapter 1

Waking up in a cold sweat, he breathed in slowly.
He'd never had such a realistic dream in his 29 years of living.

The dream started with him walking down the street and getting robbed in broad daylight. Running from the robbers, he'd ran into the road getting crushed by a car.

Wiping the sweat from his brow and breathing in to calm his erratic heart, he opened his eyes.
A panel? A game panel? He read the pastel green panel.

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First World Destination: Kingdom of Asare
World name: Peyote
Story name: Garden of Dahlias
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: ★

Storyline: Gale was born in Sinfra and scorned by the other slaves of Carnet tunnel , his mother dying and having no relatives he's left with no one but himself. Until unexpected visitors came knocking on his door step, a new life and family is suddenly laid out in front of him. Though something ominous is lurking within this house....

Reviews:
[NotKnot: The hell...this novel is the worst!]
[MafiaOfPasta: He is literally jumping into it.]
[YourOne: He probably could've avoided all this, if he wasn't so oblivious.]

Top Rated Review:
[TheSystematic: The main character ignores all warnings signs when their plain in his face. (Exp: Missing items in his room but no suspicion.) Obvious signs of his life about to be taken but ignored. Opportunities ignored. Basically just a novel with a protagonist with no common sense. I don't think this is supposed to be in the tragedy genre but the bad comedy section.]

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He must've had a fever, or going crazy.
What was happening? He touched the panel with his fingertips. They slipped through, like an illusion... unrecognizable fingers slipped out.

Being surprised, he sharply inhaled the dusty air. It resorted in a coughing fit that lasted for two minutes, by the time he stopped he realized his throat was extremely dry.

Looking around he noticed his surroundings, men we're sleeping in holes in the ground and walls. Remembering a book he'd read in middle school, miners called these dug outs.

He was in a dugout himself, a tight little hole in the side of the underground wall. A worn out blanket and a bag under his head. The bag had a pickaxe on the side, the objects inside was minimal and hard.

The pastel green panel was extremely pronounced in such a dreary place. He was hoping no one else here could see the panel, his attention was easily swept back to it.

Reading the panel throughly, it seemed to be a book introduction. Bad reviews were frequent and the good ones were close to nonexistent.

Looking at the arrow at the bottom he pressed it.

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Name: Alton Emil Caddle

Age: 29

Occupation: Cashier 🇮︎

Titles: World/Story-hopper. 🇮︎

Parents: 2 🇮︎
Father: James Elidi Caddle (dead)
Mother: Olivia Luna Williams (dead)
(Etc.)

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