Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Even the twenty that died under Lu Wenwu’s hand were squeezed out; he used the Grand President’s authority to forcibly extract them from the hands of that blubbering lab coat old man.

Selling off Grandpa’s land without a care.

As Lu Wenwu who came down to the Dungeon World, he naturally didn’t care much about the accumulated wealth left behind by the Superhuman Federation over hundreds of years, squandering it lavishly.

However, this fellow didn’t go too far in the end, leaving the Superhuman Federation with at least their underpants, not stripping them completely.

Unlike the Dungeon Worlds he had experienced before.

After all, the Superhuman Federation is a planet of Great Unity, the civilization’s main body still humans just like him.

Though Lu Wenwu is a bit crazy in his daily life, with moral boundaries as deep as the Abyss, and his actions a bit neurotic, he still doesn’t commit anti-human or antisocial acts.

Nor would he do something lacking in Virtue like eradicating the roots of an entire race.

After all, this isn’t the end-of-the-world scenario of former dungeons where it’s a matter of life and death, letting him wreak havoc freely.

In this prosperous nation still in a civilized societal stage, since he ended up becoming the Grand President by chance, he has to take some responsibility.

Of course, if it’s the Fallen Light Energy Race, then Lu Wenwu doesn’t care much.

After all, they aren’t human (for sure).

Days later, accompanied by robots either eradicated by both sides or voluntarily, passively joined the Superhuman Federation to serve the new Grand President, Lu Wenwu finally received the long-awaited system prompt.

[You have completed the main quest—Join a faction, help eliminate or make another faction submit]

[Currently conquered: Kangmi Robot/Cyberstan People, Biohuman, Terminator Race (50%)]

[You may choose now: settle immediately, exit dungeon/reward accumulation, continue exploration]

Hmm?

Of course, continue to explore!

Lu Wenwu, looking at the prompt given by the system panel, suddenly perked up.

Biohumans actually count as a separate faction?

Alright, alright, this wave actually has a surprise!

But, if Biohumans count as a separate faction, why didn’t it count when I assumed office as Grand President?

Perhaps it’s because their numbers are too small?

Or perhaps because I haven’t truly come to fully Control the Superhuman Federation?

Lu Wenwu wasn’t clear about these things.

He was also too lazy to delve into the cause and effect.

The Righteous Dao is to quickly conquer the Fallen Light Energy Race and seize the remaining fifty percent of the Insect Race share as well.

In less than half a month, the Fallen Light Energy Race had gobbled up the land originally belonging to the robots.

The Superhuman Federation, though also taking a bite by leveraging the opening provided by the Meilafeng River, required more time for reception and transformation.

Less than half a month’s time, not to mention infrastructure, even battlefield clean-up and technological artifact retrieval work hadn’t been completed.

Those forcibly captured robots a were sent to places where they should go.

Those who voluntarily surrendered were reformed and redeployed to the frontline, used as auxiliary troop types by the Yellow Springs Warrior, enriching the Superhuman Federation’s troop mix.

At the juncture with the Fallen Light Energy Race, though large-scale war hasn’t started, small skirmishes keep happening.

These black ocean creatures that returned to land didn’t declare anything, nor did they communicate with the Superhuman Federation, just mindlessly mass-producing soldiers after seizing territory.

A creature named ’Ghoul’ with four arms replaced the former Light Energy Apprentice, becoming the Fallen Light Energy User’s Basic unit.

These things are formed from a mix of part organic matter and part elemental body, have virtually no Deadly points, and have very strong Recovery Ability.

Only after repeated destruction to a certain extent will they die.

More terrifyingly, within an hour of death, their bodies will decompose into a mass of gray sticky fluid, polluting the Earth and surrounding plants.

Any plants stained with this gray fluid will wilt within a few hours, with roots completely corroded.

This is true even for soldiers of the Superhuman Federation and incorporated robots, though timings differ due to varying severities.

Once this gray fluid seeps into the brain, before body functions are utterly destroyed, the polluted creatures lose their original consciousness like zombies, and become filled with a strong desire to destroy everything around them.

The researchers in the Science Department are already busy researching solutions but have no directions at present.

Fortunately, this thing only takes shape when the Fallen Light Energy Users die, paired with the Fallen Light Energy Core within them.

As long as people are careful, like not everyone together licking it with their tongues, there’s no need to worry about a zombie crisis-like disaster outbreak on this planet.

”It’s about time.”

Inside the President’s Office, Lu Wenwu glanced at the army assembly message on his personal terminal, whispering to himself.

The next day, the Superhuman Federation Ministry of Propaganda announced: The Fallen Light Energy Users are enemies of the entire planet, will destroy this beautiful planet, must be eradicated.

Superhuman Federation Armed Forces, Yellow Springs Brave Squad, and the Robot Foreign Legion jointly headed to the frontline, engaging in a fierce battle against the Light Energy Race under Chief Commander Joel’s command.

What’s next?

Then the previously overconfident Fallen Light Energy Race was overwhelmed by the ferocious Superhuman Federation.