Receptionist At The Bottom Tier Guild Free Down... Apr 2026

I can suddenly see through to the alley behind the guild. A stray dog walks through where the latrine used to be. He looks confused. So do I. “Now deleting: Gravity on the second floor.” A crash. Our only F-rank adventurer, a man named Grunt who is somehow dumber than a sack of hammers, falls up through the ceiling. He floats past me, eating a hard-boiled egg.

“Everything.”

The guild core detonates with the sound of a dial-up modem screaming. The floor gives way. We fall—not down, but sideways —into a loading screen that reads: “Respawning at Bottom Tier Guild… Estimated wait time: ∞.” And somewhere, in the void, I hear a cheerful chime: “Thank you for your FREE DOWNLOAD! Please rate your apocalypse 5 stars!” Receptionist at the Bottom Tier Guild Free Down...

My name is Lina. I am the sole receptionist of the Bottom Tier Guild , affectionately (and accurately) nicknamed “The Dungeon’s Drain.” I can suddenly see through to the alley behind the guild

“Morning, Lina,” he says, spinning slowly. So do I

A blinking red rune appeared above my desk: