I closed the laptop. The silence of the room felt a lot heavier than it did ten minutes ago.
A player—a high-tier Gojo user—stopped right in front of me. He didn't move. He didn't attack. He just watched my character jitter-step toward a chest that hadn't even visually appeared yet. he typed in the chat.
I checked the 'Item Esp.' Suddenly, the map was glowing. I could see every Arrow, every Diary, and every Dragon Ball through the walls. My inventory was filling up faster than the game’s tick rate could handle. I was a digital vacuum, sucking up the rarest loot in the server before anyone else even saw it spawn. But then, the atmosphere shifted.
