Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Under the rule of the Superhuman Federation, people have long ingrained the concept of managed democracy deep into their will, like machines.

Lu Wenwu blissfully examined the Super Destroyer that now actually belonged to him.

Not bad at all, the current Heritage Rank is Level 37, with the title of “Death God Major.”

Looks like the predecessors were quite the battle maniacs, each one crazier than the last.

The sample tube slots on the ship store five hundred ordinary samples to full capacity, two hundred and fifty rare samples to full capacity, and bid points storage has reached the cap of fifty thousand.

Support combat readiness has been fully unlocked; apart from the four highest-level modules, the rest are all well-equipped.

Alright, they were indeed fervent, but a bit naive.

To date, none of the Yellow Springs Warriors handling this ship have perfectly solved a Level 7 or higher mission, not even bringing back a single super sample of Super Uranium.

Super Uranium is the raw material used to make powerful weapons and synthesize rare alloys.

The weapon power of the Superhuman Federation can crush the pure technological creations of Blue Star, mainly relying on these super samples, combined with a certain essence extracted from a black viscous liquid called Element 710.

Lu Wenwu got a rough understanding of the ship’s current status and casually changed the name of the Super Destroyer.

Can’t customize it, can only choose combinations from two word libraries.

Sigh, originally I wanted to call it the “Pink Bunny” ship, but that’s not happening now.

Feeling disinterested, Lu Wenwu chose to reverse-combine the two longest words.

The “Election Representative Superhuman Federation” was immediately born.

When the operator saw the technological text on the ship’s body change into this thing, their facial expression was a bit hard to maintain.

What the hell kind of name is this…

Just as Lu Wenwu was preparing to check the weapons in the armory, the Democracy Official couldn’t help but remind, “Lord Tyrannosaurus, there’s only twenty-six minutes left for this mission, do you think you should first…”

“What is the mission?”

Lu Wenwu reviewed the equipment list, asking absentmindedly.

The Democracy Official immediately raised his personal terminal, quickly reading aloud, “The main mission is to evacuate priority citizens on Fenrir 3, included in the mission information are secondary tasks…”

“Not going, abandoning the mission.” Lu Wenwu directly refused in one breath.

“Aban… abandon?”

The Democracy Official’s mouth gaped open, momentarily stunned on the spot.

Although theoretically, a Yellow Springs Warrior can abandon a mission, it has never happened in reality.

They are among the most ideologically steadfast, democratically minded, strongest, and loyal to the Federation within the Superhuman Federation Armed Forces; how could they abandon a mission?

Alas!

Today, the Democracy Official witnessed such an oddball like Lu Wenwu directly refusing!

The Democracy Official racked his brain, dryly persuading, “Lord Tyrannosaurus, if you don’t go, the priority citizens in the underground research institute on the planet might die. They’re all scientific researchers, for the Superhuman Feder…”

“So what? If they die, they die. At most, I’ll compensate them with 750 bid points. I’m just not willing to go, any problem with that? They’re A-Class Citizens, they’re priority citizens; are they more valuable than me?”

Lu Wenwu was in a foul mood.

The different categories of basic war bonds on this ship were poorly unlocked, and there were barely any usable weapons and equipment.

The Iron-Blooded Veteran Bonds were purchased, but not a single one was unlocked, and the Far Ahead Bonds hadn’t even been touched.

The ship’s resource library only had a measly 1 medal and 15 Super Currency.

Poor as a church mouse.

Brother Wu has always regarded money as dirt but has never been poor.

So now, he’s very displeased.

Because of his displeasure, he couldn’t even be bothered to sugarcoat his words, saying whatever came to mind.

He was all about sincerity without any pretense.

Anyway, Yellow Springs Warriors are not a regular army, and there’s no duty to obey orders.

Unless the Grand President issues a maximum mobilization order, no one can command the Yellow Springs Warriors; they are mobilized through issuing missions.

The Democracy Official then realized that the one on the ship now was not one of those frozen soldiers he could order around.

Before, he was one citizen rank higher than the typical Yellow Springs Warrior, plus those people were all so democratic and free down to their marrow, like brainwashed war puppets, which is why he could command them.

As for the one in front of him…

Sigh…

The Democracy Official silently lit a candle in his heart for the few priority citizens, obediently canceling the mission.

No other choice; I’ve done my best.

You’d better hope other Yellow Springs Warriors can come to rescue you soon.

“So… Lord Tyrannosaurus, what should we do next?” The Democracy Official sighed and asked.

Lu Wenwu leisurely played the “Strategic Hero” arcade game, aiming for the highest score of 999,999, speaking casually, “Initiate superluminal jump, head to Turing.”

“Uh… and then?”

“Do you need to know everything? Are you the boss or am I the boss?”

“…”

The Democracy Official hadn’t even had time to speak when he heard the superluminal jump engine suddenly surge with power, the intense shock from rubbing through space causing the entire ship to jolt abruptly.

The next moment, Turing was reached.

While playing the game, Lu Wenwu used his spiritual power to curiously observe the superluminal jump engine burning Element 710.

This thing can actually break through space so easily?

Quite intriguing!

Lu Wenwu said nothing, and the Democracy Official, just having been rebuked, dared not join in.