If Do-Jin’s life could be summed up in a single word, it would be a hamster wheel. Wake up, play the game, play the game some more, and then, keep playing the game. Of course, he took breaks to eat and did some home workouts for his health, but in the end, gaming was always his top priority. He squeezed in quick meals and bare-minimum workouts only so his body wouldn’t completely fall apart.1

In the end, however, LOST was always the priority. Even sleep took a backseat. He relied on light sleep mode most of the time and only crashed when his body hit its absolute limit. But at least he had something to show for it.0

After that satisfying revenge run, he had cleaned house, sold off anything he didn’t need, restocked on essentials, and reinforced his setup. His makeshift gear had been upgraded to a proper C-rank set, and his grimoire now held a solid collection of spells, ranging from Tier 1 to Tier 4. Even after all that investing, he still had a million won in his bank account and 3,000 Gold sitting pretty in his inventory.0

That was how much he’d raked in by grinding non-stop since his regression, refusing to waste even a single second. He was doing well, thriving even.0

“Then why the hell does it feel like something’s off...?”0

Do-Jin popped another cube of chicken breast into his mouth, chewing slowly as he stared at the LOST community banner flashing across his screen. He had been at this for weeks. He had climbed smoothly to Level 54, his gear was upgraded, and his inventory was so neatly organized that...0