Celina stared at the system prompt floating in front of her face. The urge to slam the blue box away from the front of her face. There wasn't any way for her to reject it. She would have done so the very second she got the notification.
It came again.
She scoffed and swiped it away with the back of her hand.
"Go away. Ugh! I'm not doing it."
She meant what she said.
Becoming a Dungeon Master meant attention; there were still people hanging around the dungeon, nobles, adventurers, assassins and even the royal family who were hoping to become the dungeon master. They knew it was a huge one. Even larger than Lost City.
If they find out she has become the dungeon master, everyone will start digging into her past. They would find out she's from Lost City and use her to infiltrate the City.
She so much preferred it this way. Quiet. Hidden. A ghost in the background.
Yeah... Ghost girl.
