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"First order of business," Arthur said, his inner gamer taking over as he swiped through the floating inventory menu. "We’re not fighting anyone on an empty stomach. Knight, find the mess hall. Mage, can you conjure a spreadsheet? We’re going to optimize these quest rotations and get this guild back in the black."

The girls looked at each other, stunned. They expected a tyrant or a lover; they got a Project Manager. File: Master.of.the.Harem.Guild.zip ...

The glowing notification on the desktop read: "First order of business," Arthur said, his inner

Arthur clicked "Extract All" with a mix of excitement and mild embarrassment. He’d spent weeks grinding through the forums to find this legendary, fan-translated RPG. As the progress bar filled, his monitor flickered with an unnatural, neon-violet hue. "Wait, I didn't install a mod for lighting," he muttered. Mage, can you conjure a spreadsheet

"By the end of the week," Arthur promised, pointing to the dark clouds on the horizon, "we’re going to have the most efficient guild in the realm. And for heaven's sake, someone find me a chair with lumbar support."

Suddenly, the room smelled of old parchment and ozone. The floor beneath his swivel chair vanished, replaced by the polished marble of a grand hall. Arthur stumbled, looking down to see he was no longer wearing a coffee-stained hoodie, but a set of intricate, lightweight mithril robes. "The Master has arrived!" a voice echoed.

The knight stepped forward, her armor clanking. "You are the Master, Arthur. You downloaded the Guild Rights. Our fortress is under siege by the Gloom-King’s legions, and our treasury is down to its last copper. We need a strategist."