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

Amid the cheering, Luanma crouched where the boss had disappeared. She picked up a mirror shard. In it floated Zhaoye’s stolen Star-Mist Top Hat. A server signature had been carved into the back: NULL-DRESSING-ROOM-0. Below it was a message: 【The first item was only a greeting. Next, I’m taking your eyes.】