2026-08-15 19:06:00"So, you’re saying I should call in sick tomorrow?" Bimo asked, staring at the swirling violet tear in reality.
Arka’s sword vibrated in his grip, the blade singing a low, mournful note. "You think tomorrow matters? If you don't close that rift, there won't be an office to report to. There won't be a planet."
"I just wanted a sandwich, Arka. Is that too much to ask? A turkey club, light mayo, maybe some chips?"
"You are infuriating. Your reality is collapsing, and you’re contemplating condiments?"
"Stress manifests in different ways, buddy! Some people have panic attacks, I get hungry."
Ding!
[SYSTEM ALERT: EMERGENCY TRANSPORT INITIATED. SUBJECT: BIMO. DESTINATION: ABYSSAL DEPTHS – SECTOR 7. DURATION: LUNCH BREAK.]
"Wait, what? No! I didn't clock out yet!" Bimo shrieked, his voice climbing an octave.
"Bimo, stand your ground—" Arka reached out, but the space around them folded like a cheap napkin.
The parking garage vanished, replaced by the damp, oppressive chill of a subterranean stone corridor. The smell of ozone and wet rot filled the air. Bimo stumbled, his heels clicking against obsidian tiles.
"Hello? Arka? Anyone?"
Silence.
"Great. Fantastic. I’m in a dungeon. Do I at least get a lunch break, or is this 'bring your own death'?"
[QUEST: SURVIVE THE DEPTHS. REWARD: LUNCH. PENALTY: ETERNAL DIGESTION.]
"Eternal digestion? That sounds like HR policy," Bimo muttered, clicking his pen—which had somehow turned into a glowing stylus. "Okay, Bimo. Map the space. Look for patterns."
He pulled up a digital interface, his fingers dancing over thin air as if he were typing a pivot table.
"Okay, trap floor layout. A-1 through D-4. Let’s see... the pressure plates have a rhythmic frequency. Left, right, center. It’s just a broken macro."
He stepped forward, side-stepping a scythe that swung out of the wall with clockwork precision.
"Too slow. You call that a hazard? I’ve dealt with the quarterly tax audit. That’s a real trap."
He reached the end of the hall, staring at a massive, iron-reinforced door. It groaned open, revealing a chamber filled with pulsing violet veins.
"Target spotted: Void-Knight Echo. Difficulty: Impossible for a normal human. Difficulty for a spreadsheet nerd: Manageable."
The knight charged, a towering shadow of plate mail and malevolence. Bimo didn't run. He opened a floating window and began dragging and dropping icons.
"Wait, if I shift the 'aggro' priority to the wall, and I adjust the 'gravity' coefficient to match the office breakroom's shaky floor..."
The knight lunged, but Bimo swiped left. The creature hit a patch of altered gravity, tripped over its own greaves, and face-planted into the cold stone.
"Too easy," Bimo whispered, stepping over the prone armor. "Efficiency is key."
He reached the pedestal in the center of the room. Sitting atop it wasn't a sandwich, but a shimmering, celestial gauntlet.
"Wait, that's it? Where's the turkey club? I’ve been fighting for thirty minutes, I’m starving!"
He swiped the gauntlet into his inventory.
[ITEM ACQUIRED: HAND OF THE FIRST ARCHITECT.]
"Does it come with a receipt? I want a refund."
Back in the parking garage, Arka stared at the empty space where Bimo had been. A rift opened, spitting Bimo back out onto the concrete. He looked disheveled, holding a glowing gauntlet like it was a dirty gym towel.
"Bimo? You… you’re alive?" Arka’s sword clattered to the ground. "And you reached the inner sanctum? That was a Tier-100 trial! How long did you take?"
"Longer than it takes to get a cold brew, that's for sure. And no sandwich."
Arka stepped toward the pedestal, his eyes widening. He scanned the room, his face turning ghostly pale. "The Arch-Gauntlet... it’s gone. You didn't just survive the trial. You cleared the entire sector."
"Is that good? Do I get a promotion?"
"You don't understand," Arka whispered, trembling. "That gauntlet was the only thing capable of binding the Void Lord. I spent years training for this moment. It was my destiny."
"Destiny, huh? Does destiny pay overtime? Because I’m pretty sure I’m missing a meeting."
Arka grabbed Bimo by the collar, his expression a mix of awe and pure terror. "You have no idea what you’ve done. By taking that item, you haven't just cleared the dungeon. You’ve claimed the power of a god—and you have absolutely no idea how to use it."
Bimo looked at the gauntlet, then back at the office building looming above them.
"Well," Bimo said, shrugging, "if I’m going to be a god, I’m definitely not doing it on an empty stomach."
"Bimo, look at the sky," Arka whispered, his voice cracking.
Bimo looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing a massive, floating eye made of stars and madness, staring directly at the parking garage.
"Oh," Bimo said, his voice flat. "Is that the boss?"
"No," Arka replied. "That’s the manager."
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