My Alt Account Became the World's No. 1 Hunter

Lanz was a blanket burrito. Face half-smushed into the pillow, hair going in directions not even gravity could explain, his whole body ached like he’d lost a wrestling match to a vending machine.

His phone buzzed, then buzzed again.

Then again, followed by a chime that meant the group chat was in full meltdown mode.

He cracked one eye open. Screen brightness: a war crime, but he still peeked.

Kenji: "yo let’s hit the inner district. city plaza’s got a new milk tea or some shit and i want free samples."

Leo: "as long as i don’t have to walk."

Hiro: "i heard that milk tea place has a level system. if u order enough, u get boss-tier."

Leo: "that’s just bullsh*t."

Hiro: "but i still wanna try."

Kenji: "lanz u alive?"

Lanz groaned into the pillow like a man betrayed by sunlight. He stretched one arm out from the covers and typed with the elegance of a corpse.

Lanz: "varely but om in."