Title: The dungeon master is a cat

Title: The dungeon master is a cat

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When he came to, he found himself lying under a tree in a wide meadow. He found himself having a hard time standing on his two feet and can only stand in all four. When he exclaimed, he only heard a "meyow~?!" Sound. What's this? What is going on? Why can I see a floating rectangular window wherever I set my sight on? I can even still see it after closing my eyes? A tpa-tap build game? What's a Dungeon point? What's this 'Dungeon crystal: Gathers mana in the air and converts them into Dungeon points? "Merrryeow?! Meeeyyeow!!" Why am I a cat? The Dungeon master is a cat.
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