Marmang-Crab leaped onto the table, his voice booming across the restaurant.
Rita wasn't the least bit moved. She could already guess exactly what that crab was about to say.
"Give us the money!!" Marmang-Crab roared.
Rita scoffed. She knew it. Not a single soul in this restaurant had a shred of integrity.
She was about to use Master Thief Dragon to escape, planning to rewind time and hide in the kitchen before customers arrived.
But before she activated her ability, she cast a skill on the octopus-like customer carrying her—[I Just Want to Improve So Badly].
Until now, she hadn't used this skill on any of the customers.
These cosmic beings were too unpredictable—some were formless, others radiated toxic energy from a distance, and some didn't even display basic information like health or mana.
When stealing, the most important thing wasn't just getting the loot—it was getting away afterward. And right now, she had nowhere to run.