My Boss Collects Trash Instead of Souls

When dungeons invade reality, most people fear for their lives—but I'm locked in a battle over my childhood candy wrappers. A mysterious boss with 'Terminal Item Hoarding Disorder' has fixated on my belongings: limited-edition figurines, Grandma's pocket watch, even my holey socks. While humanity fights to survive, he rummages through ruins for my junk. 'This one's mine,' he declares, clutching garbage like treasure. I thought he was insane—until I discovered the truth: he doesn't collect objects, but the powerful human emotions clinging to them.