Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

He wanted to ask the two big shots in the back seat for their names.

But the thought of his dozens of lackeys being silently annihilated made him break into a cold sweat and abandon this idea.

An ancient Eastern proverb says, more trouble leads to less tranquility...

Hopefully, these two big shots were just looking for the boss and wouldn’t involve him; he still had to fulfill the Supreme God of Light’s oracle, striving to complete the task in exchange for immortality.

He had already come into contact with the legendary superpower, walking on the path to divinity, like a protagonist in a movie!

He absolutely must not die!

Tucker’s torment didn’t last too long.

Thanks to his superb driving skills, after about forty minutes, they arrived from the outskirts to the city center, stopping beneath a skyscraper that appeared to have dozens of floors, surrounded mostly by white people.

To some extent, this was a characteristic of the United States.

The closer you got to the city center, the more dangerous it was, while the neighborhoods with more whites and Asians were relatively safer.

The suburbs, conversely, were less affected by the breath of freedom due to fewer people.

Even wealthy black tycoons didn’t like staying in predominantly black neighborhoods.

After all, one’s own people know their own affairs best!

It’s just like an old joke says.

Calling each other "Boss" all day, adorned with gold and silver like a hoodlum, and aside from fighting, all they did was boast and spout nonsense, that’s not a mafia.

That’s the lowest rung of morons, at best small-time thugs.

And what is a real mafia that devours people without spitting out bones?

Wearing suits, tying ties, driving luxury cars, wearing branded watches, framing their appearance with small gold-rimmed glasses to disguise themselves as decent and dignified, making anyone take one look and know they’re outstanding entrepreneurs or the people’s good servants.

Most of the people in this building were such individuals.

Tucker clearly understood what Lu Wenwu referred to as the headquarters and directly brought the two of them to the company’s headquarters building.

Faced with such formidable people who could withstand bullets with their bodies, he dared not play any tricks at all.

Handing the car over to the valet, Tucker wore a respectful smile, leading an older and a younger man past those fiercely-looking security guards.

These weren’t just gatekeepers, but genuine gang thugs, with bulging sides of their waists, ready for a spontaneous gunfight at any moment.

"Sir...would you like to rest in the lounge for a bit, or..."

Entering an internal elevator, Tucker closed the elevator door and asked quietly.

"No need for that, take me to the fourth basement level," Lu Wenwu said with a smile.

Tucker’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand on the elevator button instantly froze.

There wasn’t even a B4 marker on the elevator panel, how did this terrifying guy know...

"Sir, we here..." Tucker tried to resist a bit.

B4 was their real core area, a place for rites that only core followers like them could usually access.

If the boss and the Supreme God of Light discovered he brought outsiders here without permission, he would surely die!

"You want to say there’s no B4 here, right?" Lu Wenwu still wore that same smile.

"I..."

Tucker’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

"If there isn’t, then forget it."

Lu Wenwu smiled and shook his head, his eyes suddenly becoming compassionate.

Before Tucker could lower his guard, his heart was suddenly burst by the backflow of blood, his aorta ruptured, and he drowned in his own blood.

His heart was completely at ease.

The process was just a bit painful.

"I hate liars the most, remember that in your next life," Lu Wenwu waved his hand, and Tucker’s body disappeared without a trace.

Along with it disappeared the elevator’s floor beneath his feet.

The revealed spot exposed the dark elevator shaft below, leading straight to B4.

During the descent, Lu Wenwu casually asked, "By the way, can you really not do a Soul Search?"

The True Monarch of Destiny was immediately furious: "How many times have I told you, I’m a Righteous Cultivator! Soul Search is something only Ancient Demon Cultivators can do! I can only use their souls for divination!"

"How inept you are! How come an Immortal like you can’t even do a Soul Search?"

"Can you do it?"

"I can’t either, I only know Soul Destruction."

"Isn’t that enough?"

"But you are an Immortal, and I’m not. I’m a Body Refiner."

"Immortals aren’t all-powerful, okay! And I’m a Righteous Cultivator! Can’t you talk about something else?"

"You can’t understand the Sword Manual."

"I’m the True Monarch of Destiny, governing the Path of Destiny as an Immortal. Why must I understand the Sword Manual?"

"An Immortal who governs the Path of Destiny can’t perform Soul Search, what a fool."

"I&%...&*...&—￥%#￥%...! You￥...&％％*!"

"Got mad."

...

Level B4.

Compared to above, the area here is not very large, about only half the size of a normal floor, dimly lit so you can barely see.

But the height of this level is over five meters, the room has a hemispherical shape.

It’s like an upside-down bowl pressed at the bottom.

On the hemispherical walls, a lifelike starry sky is carved, resembling the solar system and its surroundings.

A relief of the Sun, glowing with a bloody hue, sheds rays from the central position.

The dark-colored light directly hits the room’s center, where a more than four-meter-tall gigantic statue stands.

Based on the shape and appearance of the statue, it’s entirely a blown-up version of the Great Celestial Venerable Statue, identical to the smaller statue held by Lu Wenwu and the True Monarch of Destiny.

Tucker’s dream leader is currently devoutly kneeling in a Magic Array painted with blood, hands clasped together, forehead touching the ground.

Similarly, there are five other Magic Arrays, symmetrically drawn from the center of the Great Celestial Venerable Statue, forming a hexagram symbol.

Surprisingly, in the other five Magic Arrays, five unconscious bound individuals are all blonde Western Cultivators!

Though their cultivation isn’t strong, perhaps not much stronger than Mortals at most, they are still genuine Cultivators!

A group of black-robed Demonic Cultivators around the Magic Arrays recite the name of the Supreme God of Light in unison, spouting profound and obscure magic syllables.

In the next moment, the Hexagram Array takes shape in the room, erupting in intense red light.

The three Cultivators in a coma abruptly melt in the array’s center, their flesh and cultivation essence flowing along the drawn pattern into Black Boss’s body.

"Roar!"

A beast-like roar sounds.

Black Boss’s already burly frame becomes even broader, muscles bulge high on the surface, veins writhing like horned dragons.

Soon, this transformation ends, and everything returns to calm.

Now bear-like in stature, Black Boss slowly rises, red viciousness flickering in his gaze, the aura on him chaotic but fully stable within the Transcendent domain.

"I feel it... the Power bestowed upon me by the Venerable God! This is... power beyond a mortal!"

"Congratulations, you’ve officially become one of us, immortality is within reach."

A raspy voice from the black-robed person who previously presided over the array spoke, sounding like two broken magnets harshly scraping each other.

An absolutely top-tier bubbly sound, highly magnetic.

"I must also thank the Venerable God for bestowing me with Divine Power. In the future, I will offer more Devotion to the Venerable God and together with my comrades ascend to the eternal Divine Throne."

Black Boss bowed to the black-robed person, performed a chest-salute, completely unaware of the disdain hidden in the shadows and darkness by the black-robed person.

No wonder that the black-robed person shows disdain.

The black-robed person is a genuine Ancient Demon Cultivator, at the peak of Human Tier, about to step into Earth Tier.

As for Black Boss?

Haha, he’s just a resource collector, a Flesh and Blood Combat Puppet spawned by Evil Secret Technique.

A mere ant, yet fantasizes about immortality?

Truly laughable.

Just as the black-robed leader considered saying a few formal words to draw another blueprint for Black Boss, a sudden loud boom exploded in the sacrificial chamber.

The half-meter-thick door, strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast, was kicked open and turned into twisted scrap metal.

A mass of heavy metal mixed with concrete flew swiftly into the sacrificial chamber.

Still reveling in the joy of becoming a Transcendent, Black Boss barely finished his excitement before being blasted by this sudden disaster into a pile of flesh.

The disbelief was frozen on the part of the face not crushed.

Combined with the distinctive bulging eyes of a Black Boss, it looked somewhat comical.

Standing at the violently kicked-open doorway, a towering man walked in with a smile.

He glanced around, looked at the black-robed leader, and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask, is using electricity difficult in this area? Why don’t you turn on the lights?"

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