Chapter Three: Please Remember the Man Who Owes Hotpot

“You can’t go,” Luanma said, paling. “One more stolen item could push the decay past another threshold.” “Without twelve seals, we can’t reach Dressing Room Zero.” Zhaoye folded the paper. “It’s our only entrance.” Xiaogao struck the table. “Then we go. And we eat enough to recover the entry fee.” “Dungeon food isn’t real,” Qiao Mai reminded her. “Recovering it spiritually still counts.” They began discussing their lineup. No one asked Zhaoye to quit. No one treated protecting him as charity. The plan became gloriously chaotic. Wanxiang insisted spaceships needed bus lanes. Qiao Mai wanted his microphone repaired first. Xiaogao planned to bring twenty food containers.