Theresa’s eyes darted around the room, sharp and focused like a predator on the hunt. Her gaze was like that of a hawk zeroing in on prey. She was chasing the latest craze: recruiting a magic damage dealer to farm Iron Golems.0

For three straight days, she’d been making the rounds at the inn, tavern, and restaurant near the Closed Iron Mine, practically camping out at each spot. Yet, she still hadn’t managed to fill the magic DPS slot.0

The reason was painfully simple. She and her friend—a warrior and a swordsman both focused on strength—were utterly useless when it came to taking down Iron Golems, infamous for their insane physical defense. Every time she spotted a solo player, she’d approach them, only to get turned down over and over.2

After what felt like the hundredth rejection, Theresa muttered to herself in a voice full of gloom, “This feels harder than job hunting.”0

Her friend Sang-Soo, who had been half-watching her antics while sipping beer for days, finally chimed in. “Job hunting’s harder. You’re a liberal arts major, for fuck’s sake. Honestly, it’s kinda funny that someone from Creative Writing is even talking about employment. If you wanted a job, maybe you shouldn’t have gone into that department.”1

“Shut up! That’s why I’m job hunting here! I’m gonna make my...0