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

The moment Lanz activated the relic and blinked, the world around him melted into that all-too-familiar white void.

And he was once again met with the same white walls that looked like someone tried to cosplay a hospital but got tired halfway through, and the same stone floor that felt just a bit too cold under his moldy-ass socks.

He bounced on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight back and forth like a third-rate street fighter warming up for a championship he was NOT even invited to. He wanted to act like Goku so badly. 😭

He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, let out a slow exhale that fogged up in the cold air even though he knew damn well there was no real air here.

"Alright, alright, alright..." he mumbled, flexing his fingers and wiggling his toes inside the socks that had definitely seen better days.

One of his toes cracked. He didn’t even know toes could f*cking crack.

"Damn. I’m aging like milk... no, think positive Lanz, think positive..."

He jumped once, knees up, landing with a tiny slap of dusty stone and damp sock fabric, then barked out a single laugh that bounced off the white walls like he was the only clown at an empty carnival. "God, look at me, I’m basically doing a budget version of that guy in orange. Next thing you know, I’m gonna start yelling Kamehameha and sh*t."

He dragged a hand down his face, still grinning. "Okay, recap for the readers, last time I came in here, other than that Phantom Stride fusion thing, I got straight-up bullied.

That’s not even an exaggeration. Three training dummies, right? Longsword, daggers, and... was it short spear? Yeah, yeah it was. Those three ganged up on me like it was some prison yard shank party. Super duper fun."

He threw up finger guns at the nearest blank wall like it was the dummies in question. "Miss you guys. Hopefully you’re still rotting in whatever hell of codes you guys are in."

His eyes flicked sideways when the faint ping sounded in his head, and right on cue, the system’s dead-inside interface popped up in front of him, white text on blue glow. It had that annoying vibe like an old pop-up ad that wouldn’t die.