Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Maybe it’s because the plane was flying too fast, or maybe the military academy wasn’t far from the recruitment center.

In any case, just as Lu Wenwu fell into deep thought, the military academy had arrived.

As soon as he got off the plane, he could hear the excited sounds of training not far away.

A large number of soldiers clad in black power armor were fiercely firing weapons on the training ground, occasionally tossing a few hand grenades, madly pouring fire onto the continuously attacking targets.

Above the sky, numerous massive black Super Destroyers hovered silently, majestic like the space carriers from sci-fi movies.

From time to time, blue beams shot up into the sky.

After that, the black Super Destroyers would drop something like bombs from above, with jets below emitting turbulence to cushion the impact, smashing violently into the ground.

One by one, the tall and imposing Yellow Springs Warriors crawled out from those drop pods, retrieved their equipment from surrounding pods, and charged towards the assembly point.

“Those are Jedi Jetpacks, new recruit.”

A man of Asian descent, dressed in power armor similar to the new Yellow Springs Warriors but without a helmet, walked towards him, speaking in a low voice.

“If you can pass the final special training, you and your weapon will be delivered to the battlefield aboard one of these.”

Lu Wenwu surveyed him discreetly.

The man was at least over 1.8 meters tall, with a large scar running across his face.

Behind him billowed a cape emblazoned with a gold skull insignia, exuding a fierce and battle-hardened aura.

Besides that, the veteran’s right hand and right leg were missing, replaced by powerful mechanical prosthetics.

They were perfectly integrated with the body, without the slightest sense of incongruence, as if they were the veteran’s natural limbs.

Based on Lu Wenwu’s assessment of the aura of death, the number of life forms this veteran had killed was at least over a hundred thousand, and not merely by the simple push of a button on a high-power nuclear weapon.

“Your name, new recruit!” the veteran barked.

As Lu Wenwu sized up him, he was also sizing up Lu Wenwu.

Upon seeing his tall and strong figure, firm and powerful eyes, and the hint of bloodthirst, the veteran’s expression clearly showed satisfaction.

“Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God,” Lu Wenwu replied, “You can call me Violent Dragon.”

“Li Zhenyuan, your instructor for the next month.” The veteran nodded slightly and glanced at Mao Mao by his feet, “Your pet?”

“My combat partner, its name is Mao Mao.” Lu Wenwu shook his head, “Can we keep dogs here?”

“Keep a dog? Hah…” Li Zhenyuan flashed a rugged smile, “As long as your dog can pass the final stage of the Yellow Springs Warrior special training, I might even grant it Yellow Springs Warrior and C-Class Citizen status!”

“Sounds good! It’s a deal!” Lu Wenwu immediately agreed, “Mao Mao, show yourself.”

Mao Mao immediately straightened its posture, its expression solemn as it raised its right paw in a manner defying canine skeletal structure, giving a Yellow Springs Warrior salute.

Opening its mouth wide, it let out a deep-voiced “Woof!”

Li Zhenyuan was taken aback, his previously steely smile turning into astonishment, staring wide-eyed at Mao Mao.

“What breed is this dog of yours? Can it understand human speech? Can its joints bend backwards?”

“It’s Huo Dou,” Lu Wenwu answered frankly without hiding, “a very ancient breed originating from the eastern continent, its bloodline goes back to ancient times.”

“Don’t be fooled by their canine nature—they’re remarkably intelligent. During ancient times, they were humanity’s best partners. Unfortunately, they’re nearly extinct now; Mao Mao might very well be the last pureblooded Huo Dou in the world.”

“Oh, from the east, then it’s likely the last one.” Li Zhenyuan suddenly understood, “Those ditch-dwelling insects have long wiped out all normal creatures on their turf!”

See, often there’s no need for secrecy; someone knowledgeable will always back your story.

You must speak earnestly and with conviction, allow for slight overlaps in the broad strokes, and keep the details a bit vague.

As long as you’re not caught by an expert in the domain, most people will believe it.

Except nitpickers, who don’t count as people.

See, Li Zhenyuan already filled in the gaps himself.

Looking at the confident way Lu Wenwu carried himself, he never doubted if “Huo Dou” actually existed in the Superhuman Federation’s biological compendium.

He just assumed Lu Wenwu was lucky to have adopted Mao Mao in the wild and meticulously raised it, piecing together Mao Mao’s “family history.”

Thanks to this nation brimming with Martial Virtue for not implementing any endangered species protection laws, it gave the honest Lu Wenwu plenty of room to maneuver.

“Instructor Li, what should Mao Mao and I do next?” Lu Wenwu smiled and asked.

“Have you ever been a soldier before?”

“No.”

“No?” Li Zhenyuan gave him a skeptical look, “What did you do before? Mercenary? Private bodyguard?”

“I was a farmer, raising chickens and tending fields. In my spare time, I’d sell egg-filled pancakes at a stall.” Lu Wenwu chuckled, “I make the best egg-filled pancakes.”

Li Zhenyuan said nothing.

But judging by his suspicious expression, he clearly didn’t believe him.

Moreover, it was apparent that Li Zhenyuan had no idea what an egg-filled pancake was; his expression showed he had never eaten one.