The Cursed Warriors

The Cursed Warriors

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The world has transformed into a corrupt land where all the continents have merged. The land of Asmea (US-mee) now has three social classes. The opulent, the working class and the necessitous. The lower classes don't know of the opulent, and living lavishly is unrealistic to them. When a pickpocket steals a gun from a woman in black, the decision flips her and her best friend's world, forcing them into a place of magic and riches. ⚠Warning: Strong Language, Violence No hate please, constructive criticism is encouraged and please point out any grammar mistakes you see! Thank you!
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