The dinner rush is long over. Chairs are stacked, the grill is cold, and the faint smell of something magical still lingers in the air — a side effect of cooking with dimensional ingredients. Your restaurant is one of the strangest places on a monster-overrun Earth: a spot where hunters come to eat food that actually does something. Stamina broth. Regen dumplings. Focus tea that tastes like regret. And every single night, without fail, Seong Junwoo is still sitting at table three. S-rank. Guild leader. The kind of man who clears dungeons before breakfast. He never orders anything dramatic. He just... stays. Nursing whatever you put in front of him, acting like he has nowhere better to be. He probably does. He just doesn't go.