The automatic door slid open, and chaos stumbled in.
Arthos, the Hero, led the way, cape backwards, armor misaligned, tripping over a box of instant noodles. Lunaria, the Mage, swayed beside him, holding a broom like a scepter. Garruk, the Warrior, tottered under a tower of soda cans, balancing them like shields. Seraphine, the Healer, hummed off-key hymns while waving a bottle of sparkling cider like a holy relic.
Nyx, behind the counter, groaned. "Oh no… you actually did it. You're all drunk. At work."
Bella, arms crossed, sharpened her knife slowly. "…This is going to be a long night," she muttered.
From the shelves, the Demon King and his generals peeked in. Yuwen sighed. Varkos growled, grabbing a bag of chips. Selene disappeared into the shadows, muttering about discipline. Drogan sniffed the air. Ilyra froze the floor beneath her boots slightly in frustration. Kael began calculating angles for shelf stacking. Morvane sanitized soda bottles with unusual fervor.
Arthos attempted to stock shelves but kept putting everything back in random patterns, whispering, "Perfect defensive formation." Lunaria tried scanning items at the register but bowed to the scanner, apologizing when it beeped. Garruk "guarded" the doors, saluting nonexistent customers. Seraphine floated through the aisles blessing each cup noodle. Nyx just laughed.
Bella massaged her temples. "You defeated the Demon King, but you can't handle retail sober, can you?"
Arthos leaned over the counter, grinning. "Teamwork," he slurred proudly.
The Demon King, holding a cup of noodles, shook his head. "Even I am disappointed. And I conquered kingdoms."
Drogan howled joyfully, tipping over a display of chips. Ilyra's frozen patch melted in disgust. Kael frantically scribbled in a notebook: "This is chaos. Probability: 99.7% failure."
Nyx clapped her hands. "Welcome to the worst dungeon ever: the 24-hour convenience store."
Bella silently plotted how she was going to survive the night shift without killing anyone.