Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 217: Chapter 120: Three-Way Scramble—Are Ghosts Joining the Player Draw?

The Black-faced Yama suddenly appeared in front of Meng Po, a smile on his face.

“What do you mean by that?”

Fuming, Meng Po drank another cup of Meng Po Soup and leaned back against the wide chairback, showing no intention of pouring a cup for the other party.

Meng Yong, standing to the side, fetched the teapot and poured tea for King Yama, guiding him to sit nearby, then respectfully retreated behind the screen inside the room.

King Yama took a sip of tea and cheerfully said, “The situation is indeed critical, and we had no choice but to resort to this last-ditch effort. I hope Meng Po can forgive us.”

“How critical?”

Meng Po pursued relentlessly, her complexion visibly displeased.

“Did the batch you guys rushed last time all die out?”

“To be precise, it’s that the follow-up is not keeping up,” King Yama’s eyes were indifferent, and his tone turned slightly cold, “Whether you agree or not, we can’t keep coddling them like before, time is of the essence.”

“Time is of the essence? So you let these promising little ones be stuffed like ducks and watch them disappear one after another, die? Fall like shooting stars?”

Meng Po clenched her fist tightly, the aura emanating from her growing increasingly unfathomable.

“It’s been decades, haven’t we had enough? The heritage and inheritance of the Divine Continent were almost cut off under our hands, do you even know that? What on earth do you and those folks in the Celestial Court intend to do?”

King Yama said nothing.

He quietly took a sip of tea, his eyes full of evasive meaning, not daring to meet Meng Po’s gaze.

“Boom!”

“Speak up!”

An enraged Meng Po suddenly slammed the table in front of her, her hair fluttering in the air without wind.

She stared furiously at the silent black-faced giant, raging inside.

“King Yama! I’m asking you a question! Answer me!”

“… I know.”

King Yama let out a long sigh.

“But we… we have no choice… This isn’t my intention, it’s a joint decision made after a meeting above.”

“Not just the matter of Lu Wenwu, but in the future, any ghost in the Underworld for more than fifty years without reincarnation will be forced into the player selection, starting with ghosts from the Eighteen Layers of Hell.”

“These ghosts selected from the Eighteen Layers of Hell will serve as the lowest-grade consumables.”

Meng Po’s eyes widened instantly, looking at King Yama as if he were a lunatic: “Insane! You people are really insane! You’re digging the roots of the Divine Continent! This is like drinking poison to quench your thirst! I think you’ve all lost your minds!”

“This is a helpless choice forced upon us, as it has always been.”

King Yama took a folded document from his bosom and placed it on the tea table in front of him.

Without providing any further explanation, he vanished without a trace.

Meng Po’s complexion was extremely grim, frowning as she took up the document to examine it.

Only in an instant, her expression changed drastically.

…

It wasn’t until the bright day of Linji that Lu Wenwu finally happily went home with Black 985 and Bai Er Yi Yi.

Today’s earnings: 570,500.

Not too many, only sold a little over a hundred.

One reason was that Lu Wenwu did not intend to endlessly waste time selling filled pastries, and his own motive was not achieved.

Spirit Coins were indeed important to him, but not important enough to overlook everything else.

Enhancing his own foundation was his main goal this time.

Another reason was that Lu Wenwu didn’t carry enough materials in his personal backpack before descending to the Underworld; if he opened for sales, it would all be sold out in a few days—after all, he hadn’t planned to sell externally before.

If there’s no filled pastry for a year, he might as well be dead.

How is this life any different from the nineteenth layer of Hell?

On his way back, Lu Wenwu specially bought a new Underworld phone as his main device and got a new SIM card.

Previously, because of the nationwide Underworld livestream and exposing his contact info, the phone Bai Er Yi Yi bought for him had been flooded with messages, making it completely unusable.

It was filled with friend requests and inquiry texts, with calls coming in as well.

Lu Wenwu thought for a second, and simply pulled out the SIM card and turned off the phone.

Maybe it would settle down after some time.

To speak the truth, the efficiency in the Underworld is indeed ridiculously high.

In just one week, the Ghost Messenger exam results were out, much faster compared to the month-long wait in the Human World.

As expected of public servants providing 24-hour rotational services to ghosts, the efficiency is top-notch.

However, what puzzled Lu Wenwu, Black 985, and Bai Er Yi Yi was that in the section for Lu Wenwu’s exam results, there was no specific score.

Just two words – Passed.

This left both the ghosts and the human a bit confused, not knowing the reason why.

But in any case, passing is always a good thing.

Therefore, that same day Lu Wenwu personally cooked a big feast to celebrate and awaited the upcoming interview.

Unlike the civil servant exams in the Human World.

In the Underworld, specific positions for Ghost Messengers are determined after an interview.

The intentions filled out at the beginning are a bit like the preferences filled during college applications, only playing a vague sorting role; the interview will consider these aspects accordingly.

Soon, the interview time arrived.

Lu Wenwu followed the notification to the interview location, a very normal ancient high-rise building.

He was very happy not to have to smash through a wall and enter a tomb for the exam this time.

While waiting in the waiting area outside the interview hall with a group of nervous ghosts, the Old Ghost sitting beside Lu Wenwu couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, are you really wearing this outfit to the interview?”