I Ghosted A Tyrant And Woke Up In His Dungeon Chapter 2

Against all odds, we clicked. Two weirdos finding solace in the digital ether.

I even started taking the roleplay seriously.

When he complained that the corrupt southern lords had monopolized the salt mines, driving prices so high the commoners couldn't afford to eat, I casually sent him a diagram of how to evaporate seawater in shallow clay pans.

He didn't text me back for three days.

On the fourth day, he sent me a wall of exclamation points and declared he was going to officially crown me as his Queen.

I had laughed and typed: [Pass! From what I can tell, your reign is a hot mess. You’re practically a figurehead. One wrong move and your head is on a spike. I’m not going down with that ship.]

He got angry again, though this time he didn't threaten my bloodline.

He just said: [Watch me. I will slaughter every corrupt lord who dares step on my authority. I will never let you suffer the indignity of a weak husband.]

Later, when the Northern Raiders invaded with superior numbers and heavy cavalry, he texted me in what felt like genuine despair.

[My sweet, if I do not survive this, find a good man and marry him. I buried five hundred pounds of gold beneath the gargoyle fountain at the Royal Abbey. If you ever fall on hard times, dig it up.]

He said it with such visceral sincerity, it actually gave me pause.

I felt a pang of pity, so I dug up a historical recipe for black powder and hit send.

[You’ve been upgraded. Go get 'em!]

I didn't hear from him for a month. When he finally returned, he was ecstatic, rambling about expanding the western borders and asking if I wanted any rare jewels from the conquered territories.

That was the moment I snapped back to reality. I realized this parasocial relationship was getting deeply unhealthy. Afraid I was fueling a man’s actual descent into madness, I blocked him.

I had no idea I was breaking up with a literal monarch.

And I certainly had no idea that the moment I blocked him, the universe would violently rip me from my life and drop me into his.

The regret I felt sitting in that cell was suffocating. If I had known I was going to get Isekai'd into his world, I would have kissed the ground he walked on! I would have been his biggest cheerleader, practically guaranteeing myself a cushy job as Co-Emperor on day one.

Instead, I had relentlessly mocked him, trolled his decrees, and insulted his intelligence.

My immediate priority was figuring out how to grow a hundred extra heads, because the one I had was definitely getting chopped off.

For the sake of my own survival, he could never, ever find out that the girl from his magical chat window was currently breathing his air.

But…

I looked around my cage. A pile of rotting straw in the corner. Bare, weeping stone walls. A rat the size of a football casually strolling across my shoe.

I immediately pulled out my phone and took Roman off the blocklist.