Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: I Love Watermelon, You Love Men, We All Have a Bright Future

Analyzing from the brawny chief’s words.

The Great Evolution God should be the first deity to appear.

It was His power that helped the wasteland survivors overcome the initial hardships after the nuclear war, assisting humans in gaining the strength to withstand high concentrations of nuclear radiation with their bodies.

Meanwhile, the God of Eternal Glory, who governs mysterious powers, and the God of Natural Redemption, who can cultivate normal fruits and vegetables from the old era, came later.

The Great Evolution God is broad-minded.

For the better survival of humans, He allowed the other two deities to share His followers.

Although it’s unclear what use followers and faith serve, in the brawny chief’s understanding, this is all fact.

Lu Wenwu, who has read many internet novels, inevitably started contemplating conspiracy theories.

Such as:

“To collect faith, triggering an apocalypse and then pretending to be the savior”

“Faith wars leading to the twilight of the gods, with only the trio remaining”

“Everything is made-up, merely the sweet daydreams of wastelanders”

“Human civilization re-evolving from natural worship”

And so on…

Each guess could be a novel title and would fit into many genres.

“Calm down, friends, we are merely investigating the understanding and faith towards deities in various gatherings. We mean no disrespect to the Great Evolution God.” Anthony tried to soothe the situation.

Su Qinghong softly hummed a few times, using a bit of soul magic to suppress the increasingly agitated spirit of the brawny chief.

Lu Wenwu, watching from the side, felt that this didn’t match the everyday style of the Northeast Fox Lady.

It somewhat felt like Li Kui pretending to be refined and calling for “Brother Gongming.”

Seeing the other side calm down, Anthony continued to inquire: “What is the usual worship process towards the Great Evolution God at your Giant Bone Gathering Place? Do you have divine statues or a divine hall?”

“No divine statues and no divine hall.” The brawny chief shook his head, “The true form of the Great Evolution God is engraved in the heart of every believer, yet we cannot carve or paint it, no matter what method we use.”

Things were getting more mysterious.

Why does this description sound so much like Cthulhu?

Anthony, troubled, pulled a bag of crimson liquid from his backpack and sipped at it, his forehead wrinkled like a shar-pei.

The other four silently watched him, seeing that the bag was quickly being drained.

Feeling the atmosphere suddenly growing heavy, Anthony glanced to the side almost involuntarily.

After seeing their gazes, he realized that his actions might be slightly inappropriate to outsiders.

Then, Anthony took out four identical bags and gestured to them.

“Would you like some? It’s quite tasty.”

Lu Wenwu casually took one, tore it open, and drank deeply, his eyes lighting up.

The taste was unexpectedly good!

“No!”

Su Qinghong’s face turned pale, loudly refusing.

Old Monk Ruhuo dryly said, “Ami…tabha…Anthony benefactor, I think this beverage might still be too advanced for us…”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Isn’t this quite normal? Even the Violent Dragon said it’s great.” Anthony was puzzled, “Isn’t this common in the Divine Continent? I settled here precisely because of this!”

Even Kashan, who was usually socially anxious, couldn’t help but speak: “An…Anthony sir, what you call normal, is that from the perspective of the Blood Race…? Although I’m not familiar with the Divine Continent, how can this be common in human society?”

“Honestly, it’s quite common; if it had some ice, it’d be even better.” Lu Wenwu mumbled quietly, “Kashan, could you give me an ice freeze technique?”

At this moment, Anthony finally realized that something was off, his face turning extremely embarrassed.

“No, this isn’t blood! Really, it’s not! This is watermelon juice! Where did your minds even go?”

“I personally flew to Qiong Island Province, handpicked the finest Qilin Melons from locals, then manually de-seeded, juiced, removed residue, and sealed them in bags.”

“Wa…watermelon juice?” Northeast Fox Lady’s CPU overloaded, “But why did you have to put it in blood bags?”

“What else was I supposed to use? Buying a bottling production line to seal it wasn’t worth it!” Anthony was a bit exasperated, “Blood bags are sturdy, durable, have good sealing, are the right size, and convenient to carry. Once filled, they’re even more convenient than canned drinks; just tear a small opening and sip without worrying about spills.”

Lu Wenwu nodded in agreement while holding the chilled watermelon juice: “Indeed, it’s nice, I’d give it an eight out of ten. Minus two for not being chilled enough and being too raw.”

Among the six present, it seemed only the oddly minded Lu Wenwu could remain composed enough to critique the watermelon juice.

The other three members of the wasteland exploration team were already steeped in shock and disbelief.

Anthony, you, a dignified Blood Count of the Barrow Clan, liking watermelon juice, what’s with that!?

As for the brawny chief…

Wait, the brawny chief?

Just as the four were caught between laughter and tears, Lu Wenwu made a soft “hm” sound, walked to the brawny man who hadn’t moved for ages, and placed a hand on his Baihui point.

The soul fluctuations had completely disappeared, and even the soul’s echo had vanished without a trace.

This person had quietly died!

“Guys, something’s off.” Lu Wenwu said oddly, “This fellow has died suddenly, perishing due to soul disappearance; his Qi blood is also rapidly declining.”

Anthony and Su Qinghong’s quarreling voices halted immediately.

All four gazes instantly shifted to the lifeless eyes of the dead brawny chief.

His expression still held that mix of devotion and faint anger, yet his eyes had already lost focus.

To kill in front of five players?

Among them were even two races adept in spiritual and soul magic: an Enchanting Demon and a Fox Demon.

How was that possible?

Within just five seconds, the chief’s body rapidly shriveled up, resembling a mummy.

Anthony murmured: “The essence of flesh and blood has been completely devoured; this rivals the most sinister devouring secret technique of our clan.”

“Sinister?” Su Qinghong blinked, “You vampires live by devouring other creatures’ blood, and you worry about this?”

Anthony replied irritably: “Come on, just because human tales portray us as monsters doesn’t mean we’re as foolish as characters in those stories!”

“Drinking a bit at a time can sustain us for decades, but draining someone completely would kill them! It takes at least ten more years to raise another person to the prime age, where losing some blood won’t affect them.”

“It’s simple logic: once satiated or having sustainable food; don’t we know that! Why would we choose slaughter when we could just nurture and secretly profit from humans?”

Su Qinghong insistently asked: “Then what about those vampire stories?”

Honest Anthony finally snapped: “What about your great-great-great-great-grandmother in The Investiture of the Gods? And those relatives of yours and the scholars in Strange Tales? What about those things on a certain pink-themed software?”

“…”

The fierce Northeast Fox Lady finally fell silent.

Just when Anthony thought the farce was over and they could finally get to work.

Su Qinghong turned aside, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

“That… it’s just slightly exaggerated and artistically processed realistic literature… My great-great-great-great-grandmother was still lacking in some ways; the truly skilled one should be Ancestor Nv Jiao of the Tushan Fox Race… She was one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Yu you know…”

Anthony: “????”

Totally don’t get you foxes!