A Problematic Tale in Another World

Three years ago, Lancelot’s dreams became a training ground with no exit. He would die and wake up, then die again, and wake again. Repeating the cycle countless times honed his combat instincts far beyond those of his peers, but he could never find the end of this “training.” Then, three months ago, the dream changed. Death no longer reset everything. A voice began urging him onward, and something was waiting deep within the dungeon. And he had no choice but to enter that vast black maw that had swallowed countless adventurers. “Come find me.” “I’m coming.”