Prologue
I gripped my greatsword with trembling hands. It wasn't just any sword. It was the staff propping me up—my lifeline.
"Potions… any left?"
"A… ah……."
What spilled from our party mage's lips wasn't a simple answer. It was a final death rattle harsher than the winds of a parched desert.
"……."
And with that, I collapsed.
"Ah, died again."
Dungeon & Fantasy. A top-ranking text adventure game on an AI chat site.
[Anon’s Adventure Count: 72]
[Clear Count: 3]
And the game I'd been glued to for two straight days.
"Felt good at the start."
I killed the phone screen. Flopped back onto the bed, closed my eyes, and brooded.
Full of minor bugs, meh gameplay. Way too much randomness, and pointlessly brutal to boot.
'So why do I keep coming back?'
A clunky setup dusted with spicy difficulty. Like some special recipe with a deep, savory kick.
I flicked the phone back on and checked the rankings. Sorted by clear count. Three users tied for first at
One of them was me.
'Just one more clear.'
The other two? Last login months ago. They'd quit for sure. No one's on my tail, so nailing that fourth clear would make me the undisputed number one.
Fingers lingering on the phone out of sheer stubbornness, I made up my mind without much fuss.
[Shall we start a new adventure?]
"Yes."
I hit the character creation button right away.
Anon’s 73rd adventure begins!