You guys wouldn't wanna sit through the same sloppy grind step-by-step again, right? Good, consider this mercy.
Lanz stumbled out of the Gate like he'd just crawled out of a cheap horror maze at a back-alley festival, Aged Blade Fragment dragging on the stone floor, his sock already sporting a fresh tear courtesy of one overeager fangwolf.
He flicked the edge of the torn shirt with a sigh.
"Bro, out of all the monsters in this dumb forest, it's always the f*cking spikedboars and fangwolves that ruin my drip. Well, at least it only took a couple of hours to clear this sh*t," he grumbled, poking at the little scrape on his shin like it personally offended him... well it did.
He could already picture Miku roasting him.
'How the hell did you came out of your room looking like you fought a bush and lost.'
