My phone mutated, and I was pulled into the [Behind-the-Scenes Bigwigs of All Worlds Mutual Aid Group]. The group members casually bestowed peerless techniques and secret treasures while plotting across the myriad heavens. They called me “the key observer.” So when strange phenomena revived in the city and an evil god began whispering, I silently pulled out my phone: “@All the bigwigs, help!” The group exploded into activity as everyone scrambled to earn “merit.” These days, with the bigwigs all competing to outdo one another, there’s really nothing left for newbies to do...
