Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

"Sir, you... you... you..."

The Arcane Servant closest to Lu Wenwu stammered, unable to speak smoothly for a long time.

Apparently, even in this long-standing academy full of bizarre Arcane Servants, they had never seen anyone as unconventional as Lu Wenwu.

Bush, Gomen.

You couldn’t open the lock, so you just removed the kitchen door?

"Well, I..."

Lu Wenwu was about to speak when he heard a familiar sound of someone slamming a table angrily from behind the pile of food.

"Damn brat! Look at what you did to my Karma Alloy hinges and door bolts!"

A white-haired, skinny old man stood at the other end of the long table, banging it loudly with his right hand, while a troublesome light glimmered from the magic staff in his left hand.

It seemed like he was ready to duel with Lu Wenwu at any moment.

This feisty old man, who else could he be but the Alchemy Law God Wood?

Caught red-handed, Lu Wenwu gave an embarrassed grin.

With a wave of his magic staff, Wood appeared in front of him somehow, pointing fiercely at the door panel outside and the remnants of the door bolts.

"This is Magick Wizard Academy, a Magic Academy! Not a place for those brutes who only use muscles to cultivate Fighting Spirit! You fool, can’t you solve problems with magic? It’s not like you’re forbidden from entering the kitchen!"

"But I don’t know how!" Lu Wenwu said righteously, "You know, I’m still a freshman. Before coming to school, I was wandering alone outside, totally clueless about magic."

"The kitchen door is a magical test! Only those who can open the door themselves are qualified to enter!" Wood’s tone slightly softened, but he still said sternly.

"Well, didn’t I open it myself!" Lu Wenwu spread his hands, "To be honest, my power is also a form of magic. As mages, we are noble by birth; is magic such an inconvenient thing?"

"Darn fool! Twisting the meaning of magic!"

Wood, who had calmed down a bit, suddenly became exasperated again.

With a wave of his magic staff, a black hammer appeared above Lu Wenwu’s head, relentlessly pounding on it.

It continuously made "bang bang bang" sounds.

Lu Wenwu didn’t mind at all.

The hammer’s force was only enough to slightly hurt an ordinary person’s head, it barely had any effect on him.

So he embraced Professor Wood forcefully in a loving hug, as if hugging a piece of dried firewood.

With a blood volume of over a thousand points, Lu Wenwu was worried he might accidentally hug the old man to death.

"Oh professor, that’s because I never learned magic! Misunderstandings are normal; once classes start, it’ll be fine!" Lu Wenwu chuckled, "Don’t focus on so many details; aren’t you curious why I barged into the kitchen?"

"Disturbing an old man during his meal, fool! Who cares about that!"

As he was put down, Wood grumbled as he tidied his magic robe.

But for this Old Law God, the words fool and idiot were the only ones he could come up with, his insult capability needed improvement.

Lu Wenwu looked around the huge kitchen and sighed deeply: "It’s not that the student is unreasonable, it’s just that our school’s cuisine level needs improvement."

It was indeed exquisite.

High-grade ingredients were directly slaughtered fresh in the kitchen’s butchery, absolutely fresh.

Lu Wenwu even saw Arcane Servants grinding wheat into flour on site using magic!

The ingredients were indeed good.

But the craftsmanship was a bit disappointing.

"Impossible!" Wood immediately bristled, "The Arcane Servants in the academy kitchen have been instilled with the cooking skills of the top culinary masters on the continent, and the ingredients are absolutely the best and freshest. How could it not taste good? I see you’re unaware of the heights above!"

"It’s a fact."

Lu Wenwu shrugged, not arguing with him.

It’s pointless to bicker, let actions speak for themselves.

He washed his hands in the continuously flowing clean water nearby, then walked to the bread-making area, grabbed a bowl, and scooped some flour into it. He pinched a few grains of salt, then started boiling water.

The cooks here weren’t entirely useless, at least they knew how to refine pure salt, saving Lu Wenwu a step.

Wood walked over with furrowed brows and said in a low voice, "You can’t even differentiate between salt and sugar, and still dare to talk about gourmet! Besides, without a Magic Balance Scale, how can you measure accurately?"

"Adding salt is no problem."

Lu Wenwu replied casually while feeling the water temperature with his hand.

"Real chefs don’t use that thing. I say how much is how much, not a grain more or less. If you can’t do that, you might as well go home and farm."

"Nonsense! Even the most outstanding potion master can’t achieve such precision!" Wood clearly thought Lu Wenwu was bluffing.

Seeing the water wasn’t ready yet, Lu Wenwu grabbed a magic Brass Balance Scale nearby and placed an empty iron bowl on it.

The scale automatically balanced, the empty side automatically displaying a corresponding weight counterweight.

"One pound (approximately 453.59 grams) of flour."

Lu Wenwu casually scooped a handful of flour and tossed it in, not even looking back as he turned to get the salt.

In the instant he turned around, a large counterweight representing one pound appeared on the right side of the Brass Balance Scale.

Wood’s eyelids twitched, and his gaze became much more serious.

"Thirteen and a half ounces (approximately 2.7 grams) of salt."

Lu Wenwu sprinkled the salt in with a casual flick.

Then he ignored it, picked up the water heated to sixty degrees, and went back to the initial bowl to start kneading the dough on his own.

Meanwhile, on the right side of the Brass Magic Balance Scale he was demonstrating with, the weight of the counterweight immediately increased.

It now showed thirteen and a half ounces!

Wood jumped up in shock.

"How is this possible! This can’t be happening!"

He yanked at his beard forcefully, shouting in disbelief.

"By the skirt of the God of Magic! How on earth did you do it!"

"Perhaps you’ve taken alchemy to its limits, and I’ve done the same, only with cooking."

Lu Wenwu kneaded the half-cooked dough with finesse, expertly pinching off precisely-sized pieces of dough.

"Each one is exactly one-sixth of a pound. You can measure with magic, but I suggest not using your hands."

Wood, unwilling to admit defeat, used the Floating Spell to place each piece onto the scale for measurement.

Sure enough, each was precisely accurate.

Not even a One Grain Order off!

Wood was completely stunned.

Even the top potion masters require tools for precise measurements; how was this something an ordinary person could achieve?

Even the Arcane Servants, capable of intelligent thought and possessing their own emotions and personalities despite being alchemical creations, were intensely observing and whispering among themselves, with the arcane sparks constantly flickering.

They were astonished that someone like Lu Wenwu, who had never encountered magic before, could effortlessly achieve something beyond their capabilities.

As he kneaded the dough, placing the pieces on a tray to rest, Lu Wenwu chuckled lightly and covered them with a perfectly fitting lid for sealing.

Using precise hand measurements isn’t some incomprehensible skill; any decent cook can achieve it.

It’s a power that can be developed through training.

But mages are too reliant on magical power, neglecting the development of their own physical bodies to almost zero.

As Lu Wenwu often says:

𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The human body, is it so inconvenient?

However, even top masters usually only measure accurately to the gram.

Lu Wenwu, being able to precisely measure to a granule smaller than a gram without using Divine Sense, relied entirely on his years of body refining, having developed his physical sensory abilities to an extraordinary level.