Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Still Sticking to Traditional Cultivation in This Day and Age?

Magic and bullets intertwined, heavy fists and flying swords danced.

Even when faced with a tide of mutants that struck fear into the Wastelanders, the five of them still seemed to handle it with ease.

The hulking mutants, as strong as oxen, were cut down by the Old Monk’s Six Paths of Reincarnation Prayer Wheel, collapsing in a heap on the path of their charge.

The Glazed Purifying Fire and the magic of the Blood Race released by Anthony burned a large number of low-tier mutants to ashes.

Those with power above B Tier were singled out by Lu Wenwu’s fists and Su Qinghong’s flying sword, meeting a gruesome end on the spot.

Enchanting Demon Kashan hid behind the group, wielding a two-handed staff taller than herself, constantly manipulating the elements to secure their position.

The earth and water continuously rose to form high walls, dividing the battlefield into a maze-like structure.

A large number of mutants were dispersed in the distance into small groups, spreading out as much as possible, charging towards other directions.

The Wasteland three were completely dumbfounded at the back.

Facing a tide of mutants with just five people!?

Is this really something humans can do?

Even though the wave did not have any “King” level symbols of Tier Six (B+) or higher Tier Seven “Emperors.”

But, with the sheer endless number facing them, even those legendary Tier Six powerhouses couldn’t possibly survive such an onslaught, right?

Could it be… could it be!

The priest suddenly had a very bold thought in his mind.

These five who seemed like Gods of Natural Redemption might actually be the legendary Tier Seven powerhouses?

Could it be our humans really have a Tier Seven existence?

Lu Wenwu and the others certainly weren’t going to answer the priest’s question.

After nearly an hour of blood fighting, the mutant tide finally passed completely, moving off into the distance.

Until that moment, Old John and Takeda still felt a sense of unreality, hugging each other tightly, crying tears of joy.

We survived!

We actually survived!

“Blessed, blessed…”

The Old Monk’s “angry eyes” faded away, once again becoming the figure of compassion akin to a celestial being.

The Northeast Fox Lady asked Kashan for some water and was now cursing while wiping her beloved magic sword, angrily complaining about the corrosiveness and stickiness of the mutant blood.

Only the most proper Anthony opened his bat wings and flew into the sky, diligently observing the surroundings under the sunlight’s debuff, ensuring everyone was truly out of danger.

“Hey, you three, don’t just stand there. Collect all the muscle meat and sort them by level.”

Lu Wenwu, playing with a billiard ball-sized piece of muscle meat, casually instructed.

“Master Ruhuo’s Glazed Purifying Fire is really convenient, it burned away all the mutant flesh and mained only the muscle meat.”

As he collected the bullet shells, the Old Monk remarked, “Not at all, not at all… The Glazed Purifying Fire can’t affect ’pure’ objects, it can only purify. Donor Tyrannosaurus judged correctly; there’s no contamination in the muscle meat.”

“Aha, looks like I can safely study how to make this thing!”

Lu Wenwu took a bite of the meat ball like an apple.

The B Tier muscle meat had some toughness to it, crunching under his teeth, kind of like lamb tendons that had been pre-cooked and then charcoal grilled.

Compared to the trash quality of D Tier, this B- Level muscle meat had a hint of fragrance.

After using Devouring Heaven and Earth to fully devour it, Lu Wenwu’s [Body] attribute joyfully increased by five.

This discovery instantly delighted him.

Killing activates Evil Slayer, adding ten free attribute points.

Winning!

After killing, eating the meat activates Devouring Heaven and Earth [Body] attribute, adding another five!

Emperor Qin Shi Huang with a pacifier—winning again!

Unfortunately, couldn’t win a third time.

Near the end of the fight, Lu Wenwu stealthily ate a B-level mutant corpse.

Other than wasting stamina, nothing happened.

He couldn’t even feel his physical fitness increasing.

Perhaps all the essence of this species was concentrated in that piece of meat.

The Wasteland Trio acted swiftly.

Soon, over a thousand pieces of muscle meat were collected.

More than half were D-tier, over two-fifths C-tier, but only a few dozen B-tier.

This is something truly valuable for increasing personal attributes, and no one would just give it away.

Fox Demons aren’t picky, canine species eat anything.

The Blood Race drinks blood, but they don’t have to drink only blood.

The Old Monk usually eats vegetarian, but as a soldier, he can break his vows in special circumstances.

Enchanting Demons eat… ahem…

As long as there’s meat to eat, nothing else matters.

The spoils were evenly divided into five parts.

Originally, they thought to give the Old Monk extra for his efforts.

But Master Ruhuo stated that everyone played their own role in this battle, and you can’t just count kills.

If it really had to be contested, Lu Wenwu killed countless B-tier mutants, so he should get more.

After some back-and-forth, their deliberation ended with Master Ruhuo insisting on fairness.

Low-tier muscle meat was nearly useless for Lu Wenwu.

So, he traded his culinary skills and lots of low-tier muscle meat with his companions for at least C+ level meat.

Everyone gladly agreed.

Their bodies weren’t as strong as Lu Wenwu’s, so low-tier muscle meat still had a strengthening effect on them.

After one battle, over a dozen B-tier mutants lay dead at Lu Wenwu’s hands, and the free attribute points he earned were staggering.

A whole two hundred and fourteen!

Unfortunately, there was no B+ level mutant among them.

If he could consume muscle meat of this level, it would be worth a whopping five hundred [Body] attribute points!

But Lu Wenwu wasn’t regretful for long.

After all, with the [Body] attributes gained from eating muscle meat, plus the free attribute points from Evil Slayer, the gains already reached an astonishing three hundred and fifty!

This was just the first day of entering the game!

If this tide of mutants came twice more, it would be like taking flight!

Because of these delightful gains, Lu Wenwu’s smile didn’t fade, even until they set up camp and cooked at night.

The egg pancakes with Brother Wu’s special muscle meat sauce were particularly sweet.

Let alone those Wastelanders crying while eating.

Even the well-traveled Blood Count, socially anxious Enchanting Demon, Northeast Fox Demon, and Old Monk Ruhuo sighed repeatedly, exclaiming that the first half of their lives seemed wasted.

No one can resist the attraction of [All Laws Connect to God] level Spiritual Egg Pancakes.

Not even non-humans!

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu wasn’t yet proficient with the various techniques of a Spirit Chef, with a low success rate.

Those more complicated hand seals and spells than alchemy and Daoist art cultivation tormented him.

For Lu Wenwu, crushing stone with his fingertips is easy.

But executing hand seals like a butterfly flitting through flowers was truly difficult.

Just as Lu Wenwu was struggling to practice the seals with his fingers, the shy and timid socially anxious Enchanting Demon Kashan bravely offered him a “shortcut.”

A handheld device with a holographic projection.

To be precise, a device with hundreds of extremely challenging rhythm games.

The games required tapping and touching in all directions, contorting fingers into strange arcs to avoid missing notes.

With a “since we’re here” attitude, Lu Wenwu skeptically gave it a try.

Over the next three days, he turned into a rhythm game maniac, playing torturous games.

Don’t even mention it.

You really can’t ignore it.

In three days, Lu Wenwu indeed improved tremendously!

His finger dexterity greatly increased!

Lu Wenwu, lacking decorum, exclaimed: “Damn it, crossing over in novels is a lie! How does one become a First Generation Grandmaster by dumbly practicing all day!”