Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

The first successful flyer, Second Prince Zijing, deliberately flew back and forth before his eyes, dropping circles of rainbow with an expression of extreme arrogance, his eyes revealing a strong sense of pleasure and superiority.

This vengeful joy and the thrill of trampling others almost made him lose himself, indulging in the envious glances of others.

Lu Wenwu paid no attention to this, still trying his best.

Professor Flying gently said beside him, ”Mr. Tyrannosaurus, don’t rush. To control the Flying Broom, everything else is secondary, only your will itself is the most important.”

”You must imagine yourself as a monarch, and the Flying Broom as your subjects. You have to command it as a monarch, but not too harshly, which might lead to bad results.”

”Willpower? Maybe this will work...”

Lu Wenwu nodded slightly, slowly standing upright.

His sturdy arms gripped the middle of the Flying Broom, holding it vertically, aligning it with his line of sight.

In an instant, Lu Wenwu’s gaze became cold and brutal, and a surge of evil qi erupted from his body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

The students on the entire flying field paused for a moment, frantically looking around, trying to find the source of this eerie power.

The professor standing next to him suddenly felt an inexplicable unease, shivering uncontrollably.

The flying Second Prince Zijing not far from Lu Wenwu was shocked by this sudden aura, almost falling off the Flying Broom, breaking out in a cold sweat.

His poor flying skills were entirely dependent on the superior broom’s performance.

”What on earth happened!?”

Second Prince Zijing, slightly panicked, hurriedly looked around to see if anyone noticed his predicament.

The clueless amateur didn’t realize this ”coldness” was emanating from the enemy he thought he had.

”I’m giving you one last chance, fly me up quietly.”

Lu Wenwu grinned wickedly at his broom, slowly applying pressure, producing an irritating creaking sound.

A slight crack was already faintly visible on the somewhat dark, mottled wooden handle, the entire broom shaking unnaturally, trembling like a sieve.

”You have three seconds, after that, I’ll crush your body into powder and throw it into the kitchen hearth as fuel!”

Lu Wenwu’s voice carried laughter, yet was like the devil’s whisper, cold as the harsh winter.

”Three...”

Professor Flying looked troubled, hastily admonishing, ”Mr. Tyrannosaurus, this won’t work. Mages shouldn’t treat their partners like this...”

Lu Wenwu slightly relaxed his grip, continuing the countdown, ”Two...”

Before the words even settled, the Flying Broom suddenly slipped from Lu Wenwu’s hand, quickly positioning itself between his legs, and tilted at an angle suitable for him to grip.

Lu Wenwu grabbed it, turning to look at the stunned Professor Flying.

”Thank you, professor. The skills you taught me are very useful, it seems this Flying Broom has already acknowledged my status as a monarch, willingly serving me as a slave.”

Professor Flying looked at the still trembling Flying Broom, lips twitching involuntarily.

That was just a metaphor...

”Mr. Tyrannosaurus, I think your method is quite inadvisable. Magic items have their own emotions, and doing this might provoke its rebellion. You need to learn to be a ’wise’ monarch...”

Upon hearing this, Lu Wenwu felt the emotion known as ”fear,” squeezed again, smiling.

The old wooden handle groaned again, causing Professor Flying’s heart to tremble.

”Professor, a tyrant is still a monarch; as long as it fears me enough, it surely wouldn’t dare to resist.”

”Never mind that, just tell me if I’m successful or not?”