Chapter Two: The Internet’s Worst Team Goes to a Wedding

Luanma, pinned beneath a table, raised one trembling hand. “I-I found the mechanism. The mechanism is on top of me.” Twenty-seven seconds after the start, the whole team was incapacitated. The livestream became a waterfall of laughter. Lying in a platter of cold appetizers, Zhaoye finally understood how the team had acquired 170,000 dedicated haters. “Restart?” Xiaogao’s head emerged from the frosting. “Each qualifier dungeon allows one attempt.” “Then what?” Trust fell from eighty to sixty-one. Under any normal strategy, victory was already impossible. Zhaoye treated teammates as hands and feet that executed his commands. Unfortunately, these four limbs possessed ideas of their own. One was still searching for reading glasses.