Chapter 3: Want Some Delicious Stuffed Egg Pancakes?
The moment the giant zombie appeared on the screen, the barrage of comments erupted instantly.
“Oh no, doomed!”
“Damn genius, facing the BOSS head-on within the first ten minutes—wonder what level this BOSS is.”
“666, sneaky move hiding the BOSS right next to the spawn point? You really know game design.”
“I knew this round was over. This fool better run now instead of standing there thinking.”
“Looks like your whole Shenzhou team is about to be wiped out. Default ranking first place is just terrible. (IP: South Korea)”
“I’m the Bull Demon King’s envoy, Korean bastards get lost!”
“Good thing I’m foresighted, hahaha, you’re all doomed. (IP: Japan)”
“Rare dog, don’t get cocky, you’re about to be run over like a truckload of mothers.”
“The second devils are getting proud? This really cracks me up.”
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Watching Lu Wenwu deep in thought, many assumed he was stunned by fear and began spouting nonsense and cyber slang, indiscriminately attacking him and the mocking foreign players and rare dogs alike.
But Lu Wenwu was far from scared; he was pondering whether it was even possible to kill this giant zombie.
The sword that pierced through the giant zombie’s skull seemed to have stunned it into a deep sleep, like the silenced golden lion Skye hidden behind the ship’s rudder veil.
Even so, Lu Wenwu didn’t doubt for a moment that this thing could flatten him with a single punch.
Besides being eleven times taller and tougher, the boss’s health bar showed a grade of [C+], which caught Lu Wenwu’s attention.
He, along with Maomao, Xiaobao, and the others in the neighborhood, all had [E] over their heads.
That was a whole two ranks difference!
From the weakest to the strongest, roughly two and a half ranks apart.
Lu Wenwu shifted his gaze upward, locking onto the sword’s hilt sticking out.
[Celestial Master’s Demon-Slaying Sword (Rare)]: 883/1000
[Current Status]: Energy nearly depleted, sustaining damage
Oh, so it really was because of this sword.
A C-rank boss dropping a weapon of the same level—this was something rare in this river of karma.
Gazing at the heavily injured boss, the stash of explosives in his backpack, and the shaky, crumbling building, an audacious thought suddenly sprouted in Lu Wenwu’s mind.
Maybe, just maybe, I actually have a chance to take this thing down?
As soon as the thought arose, it spread wildly in his heart like wild grass.
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where I am—I only know I’m about to unleash a massacre!
But before that, there was something important to do!
He was hungry!
The start time of the initial dungeon was always random.
Unfortunately, it was morning in Shenzhou, and Lu Wenwu had yet to eat breakfast.
You need a full stomach to have strength, right?
Lu Wenwu hurried back to the seventeenth floor with Maomao and headed straight downstairs to the lobby.
He and the dog quickly found a clean, breezy spot in the lobby that was open on all sides and cleared away the surrounding trash.
Under the eager gaze of countless viewers, Lu Wenwu smiled as he took out his beloved egg-stuffed flatbread cart from his backpack.
Then, with practiced ease, he lit the coal, arranged ingredients and seasonings, and began making the egg-stuffed flatbread.
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“First thing after spotting the BOSS is to make egg-stuffed flatbread—are you trying to starve to death?”
“6666666”
“So street-smart, truly streetwise.”
“Big brother, you really are my real bro!”
“Damn, doing nothing but still managing to eat here? Not afraid at all!”
“Don’t hate, I didn’t have breakfast before entering the dungeon. What’s wrong with making some food?”
“Do you even know what it means to be calm in the face of danger? (tactical lean back)”
“The top-ranked players from the United States across the way are already attacking, and here we are... sigh!”
“Don’t ask, just know—food is life.jpg”
“By the way, since Egg-Flatbread Bro brought a breakfast stall in, does that mean he can just hole up somewhere safe and survive for five days easily?”
“Whoa! Staples, eggs, lettuce, meat—you know what? That nutrition is damn comprehensive.”
“I say Egg-Flatbread Bro is a genius!”
While Lu Wenwu leisurely prepared the flatbread, other countries’ faster players had either already started fighting or were already dead.
Facing a slow-moving E-rank zombie, killing it isn’t really that hard if you have a decent weapon.
The real challenge is psychological pressure and not being greedy.
Those who died were almost all greedy.
They thought they were invincible, ready to unleash their ultimate skills.
But then ten or so zombies would swarm them, and they would perish on the spot.
Just like a certain Korean Taekwondo novice across the way.
Shouting “Ah shi ba,” he charged at a zombie barehanded.
He hadn’t even reached it before three other zombies leapt from a nearby alley and overwhelmed him—defeated in the blink of an eye.
Of course, where there are rookies, there are also experts.
Earlier comments mentioned a U.S. special forces soldier who was a real pro.
Especially a burly black man among them.
Known mockingly as the human walking beast, Ma Run, a fourth-tier underling, thrived in this kind of dungeon, wielding a military combat knife and reaping zombie lives relentlessly.
Within half an hour, his kill-death ratio had easily surpassed ten, steadily climbing toward twenty.
The black man’s fierce, grinning slaughter drew much attention.
Even players from other countries stayed in the stream to watch.
People’s joys and sorrows differ; Lu Wenwu just found their noise annoying.
Better to have a few crispy, golden, savory egg-stuffed flatbreads!
With a bite, the crispy crust snapped enticingly, blending with the soft eggs, crisp lettuce, salty-spicy sauce, and juicy black pepper sausage, exploding in the mouth with endless flavor.
No one knew what the zombies thought, but most viewers were getting hungry watching.
“Honestly, Egg-Flatbread Bro’s flatbread looks damn delicious!”
“Gotta admit, it does.”
“I can’t even imagine how good that bite must be.”
“Made me hungry—I’m heading downstairs to buy some now.”
“Add me to the hungry list.”
“Those who don’t eat egg-stuffed flatbread are destined for a failed life.”
“No spies here, does anyone know which safe zone Egg-Flatbread Bro is from or where he usually sets up? I’m going to strike offline hard and eat my fill!”
“Funny, I’ve actually eaten it. I swear it’s the best egg-stuffed flatbread, no contest. But the vendor only sets up randomly, sells randomly, so even though I stalk him daily, I hardly get a bite in a month.”
“Wow, really know Egg-Flatbread Bro?”
“Hope Egg-Flatbread Bro survives, this guy really loves his food.”
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As the audience gradually drifted off-topic, a satisfied Lu Wenwu returned to the armored personnel carrier with Maomao.
Only this time, he entered the driver’s cabin.
“Aha! So it can still drive.”
Throwing out the already rotten, stinking half-corpse, Lu Wenwu fiddled a bit and started the near-scrapped armored vehicle.
Gotta say, the driver was truly dedicated—turning off the engine before dying.
If it had been left running here, the fuel would have burned dry by now.
Comforting the distressed Maomao, Lu Wenwu pressed the accelerator and steered the steel giant crashing toward the crumbling building they had just left.