Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

It’s now time to take action, and when using it, you must use the best.

"Let’s use the wood core, Professor Wood," Lu Wenwu said. "I’ll gift you the leftover materials as a token of my appreciation. What do you think?"

Professor Wood was startled, then immediately refused, "No, no, you’re a student of the academy, that’s not right. Besides, these are heirlooms from your ancestors, extremely precious! I dare say, even these scraps could fetch a sky-high price at the Royal Auction in the Imperial City of the Jade Empire!"

Lu Wenwu pretended to be sorrowful, "But if these materials stay with me, they’ll probably just collect dust in the warehouse for a lifetime. If my ancestors’ spirits were watching from above, they wouldn’t want these materials to get tarnished. Professor, wood can rot..."

"This..."

Wood appeared hesitant but still showed an expression of refusal.

After some intense verbal negotiations between the two, the Old Law God was ultimately unable to resist the temptation of the new materials and half-heartedly accepted them.

At the same time, he generously stated that he would dedicate all his skills to treat this with importance, rather than producing it like those mass-produced magic staffs.

Furthermore, if Lu Wenwu didn’t have better materials, he would take some treasures from his private collection for refining.

Using inferior materials for this potentially unique Fusang Wood would definitely insult his alchemy technology!

Lu Wenwu certainly didn’t have any materials on hand.

He had already sent all the rare materials he had to the Old Demon to help make equipment, so there was no stock left.

However, there was no need to worry; he already had a plan in mind.

Brother Wu has some unique tricks for collecting precious materials!

He told the Old Law God that he was going outside the school to get something, and to start working on the Fusang Wood in the meantime, then headed out.

A week later when he returned, Mao Mao, in its puppy state, was already by his side—the academy allowed pets.

At the same time, there were some new items on the Old Law God’s table.

Professor Wood, with his snow-white hair, looked at the items on the table and nearly lost his balance, almost knocking the table over!

"This... were these all left by your ancestors? Just what is your background?"

No one could blame him for being so flustered.

Anyone in his shoes would find it hard to stay calm.

Now, before his eyes lay a massive True Dragon’s Reversed Scale, as large as half the tabletop, a piece of dragon’s spine, and a complete dragon tendon (spinal nerve).

Lu Wenwu looked a bit embarrassed, "Uh... they were indeed left by my ancestors..."

Not good at lying, he was already trying his best to control his heartbeat and facial expression.

What bullshit "left by ancestors."

This was completely Lu Wenwu transforming into the second body of the Purgatory Dragon in the Dragon Mansion, plucking his own reversed scale, and extracting his own dragon tendon and a piece of spine.

What materials could match better with oneself than one’s own parts?

Then...

Then he spent about an hour to fully heal, and the remaining seven days aging the materials he had extracted from himself...

Thankfully, he had the Transformed Dragon Sect.

After activating the Dragon Sect, Lu Wenwu repeatedly washed his parts in the Trial River.

The traces of time marked by the aura of many Ancestor Dragon Souls made it look very authentic and definitely didn’t look fake!

In short, Lu Wenwu barely managed to muddle through this situation.

Though the Old Law God sensed something different in the Dragon Power from his impression of the Dragon Race, he didn’t suspect too much.

After all, Dragon Race materials are extremely hard to obtain, and even someone of his Law God Level hadn’t handled them often.

It must be said that Wood truly lived up to the realm of a Law God and also to his craftsmanship as an Alchemy Master.

Soon, a long staff, shimmering with a dark red glow, was almost complete.

The staff was three meters long, as thick as an egg, made from the mythical giant Fusang Wood, with the core of True Dragon Tendon, and wrapped in True Dragon’s Reversed Scale, fused with a large amount of Mithril.

Not to mention its enhancement as equipment, just selling the materials alone would surely command a high price.

Why was it described as almost complete?

There’s still some decorative work that hasn’t been done.

Lu Wenwu declined Wood’s help, politely saw off the Old Law God, borrowed some tools, and completed the final step himself.

He infused it with his two most familiar powers, directly using the Dragon Race’s artifact refining technique to smelt it with the Purgatory Dragon Breath onto the staff.

At the moment it was complete, the power it burst forth rivaled a pseudo-mythical level treasure.

But Lu Wenwu suppressed this power, not letting even a fraction of it leak out.

The magic staff he named the Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff was now in his hand, and a feeling of being blood-bonded suddenly appeared in his heart, like an extension of his own body.

No need for sacrificial refining, it was already as easy as using one’s own limbs.

No wonder those Great Demons in myth liked using parts of their own bodies to refine magical treasures; it indeed worked well.

The entire Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff had a dark red hue, with the staff’s surface faintly embossed with dark golden dragon scale patterns.

It bore the Seven Stars at the top, the Eight Trigrams below, with the Sun, Moon, and Stars on its head, and Rivers and Mountains on the tail.

Both ends of the staff manifested killing intent and blood evil, with the Blazing Sun Merit revealing a coiling dragon pattern.

Overall, it didn’t look much like a magic staff, but more like a Golden Cudgel.

Lu Wenwu was very pleased with this and attempted to mimic Sun Wukong, trying to shrink it and place it in his ear.

But unfortunately, the Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff didn’t have such shrinking abilities; at most, it could only shrink to the size of an ordinary Mage’s Staff, leaving Lu Wenwu with some regret.

What a pity, such a pity.

After solving his magic staff issue, there was less than a week until the start of school.

Lu Wenwu finally collected his living and study supplies from the logistics department and found his designated dorm.

Though called a dorm, its decor was comparable to a luxury hotel’s presidential suite, lavishly furnished.

Four people per large room, with a shared lounge (living room) and bath facilities, but each person had their own private room.

The Magick Wizard Academy was indeed well-funded, incredibly expansive in size.

And with such a large gathering of top-tier Mages and Arcanists, expanding space was a breeze.

If not to motivate student enthusiasm, the school could easily afford genuine single rooms for first-year students.

However, when it came to food, the Magick Wizard Academy was evidently lacking.

Good news: It’s self-service.

Bad news: British cuisine.

The first time Lu Wenwu went to the cafeteria to dine, he was deeply frustrated.

You’d think the Masters of Magic don’t know how to enjoy themselves, but the ingredients are top-notch, and the chosen parts and chefs’ cooking process are meticulous.

But to say they know how to enjoy...

The main courses were just white bread, potatoes, and a kind of baked flatbread somewhat like pizza without cheese.

Main dishes mostly consisted of fried meat, roasted meat, and fried foods.

Or grilled seafood, boiled seafood, sashimi...

For desserts, there were cakes, donuts, and cookies laden with deadly amounts of sugar.

Honestly, except for the desserts, everything else was quite delicious.

After all, the ingredients were top quality.

Such straightforward cooking methods meant that if the ingredients were good, the dish wouldn’t taste bad.

But...

The flavors and cooking techniques were way too simplistic.

Not to mention there was no "stir-fry" or "steam," the culinary skills unique to the Divine Continent.

Don’t even mention the more obscure methods; they simply didn’t exist here.

This Western-style food was fine to change things up for a few days.

But eating it every meal, it was hard for a chef like Lu Wenwu to endure.

Who can stand water-boiled dishes and salads every day!

As a soon-to-be new student without apparent extraordinary power, skipping meals was not an option.

Darn it, this is killing me!

No way, if I can’t have stir-fry or rice, I’ll at least get some noodles!

And savor a few egg-filled pancakes!

Thus, on the day before school started, unable to bear it any longer, Lu Wenwu finally rushed into the kitchen in the morning, determined to show these guys what real cooking is!

Kitchen, your Emperor has returned!