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How Reality Became A Game
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Ongoing, First published Feb 24, 2024
St. Mary Christian Highschool was your normal ordinary school where students learned and develop themselves through their studies.

Meet Deborah Reyes,  a normal Grade 12 student whose almost about to graduate together with her classmates. Known as the nerdy girl who wears glasses and who always plays games on her phone or reads books. 

Deborah still manages to remain on top with her grades however, she doesn't really know what course to take after highschool. Set with the expectations of her parents, Deborah struggles to make up her mind on what she really wants to do in her life.

Little did she know that she together with her classmates and as well as the whole school would be transported to God knows where.

And there she, together with everyone in the school has to fight the waves of monsters set to kill them all. And to do so, they are given superpowers  but the point still stands. 

Will they be able to use them effectively against the horde of monsters infront of the school?

Or will she, together with everyone die at the hands of these diabolical creatures?
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