Chapter 101: Canned Frozen Meat Dungeon

Chapter 101: Frozen Meat Can Dungeon

Wu Yue, Flat Broke, was still mourning the ruined treatment pod. After checking the time, she realized something was wrong.

"Captain, was I really only in the treatment pod for two hours?"

Shen Que nodded. "Yeah."

Wu Yue remained skeptical. "Was I not actually suffering from ruptured spleen and lungs? Then what was that I coughed up earlier?"

Shen Que replied with a straight face, "You probably just ate too much at lunch."

Wu Yue, "...". That sort of made sense, but it still felt like a stretch.

Eyeing the treatment pod crushed into pieces, Wu Yue's gaze lingered suspiciously on Shen Que.

Shen Que glanced at his communicator. "Suiyu needs me. I'll head out first."

After watching Shen Que leave, Wu Yue returned to her dorm.

Recently, Richard had been away from the base. Before leaving, he gave Wu Yue a crystal ball that could be activated by spiritual energy,

and instructed her to meditate with it daily during his absence.

Richard believed that as long as Wu Yue’s spiritual core still existed—even if she couldn’t sense it—she could still use her spiritual power.

Put simply, it was like making a sniper practice blind firing while blindfolded.

Placing the crystal ball in front of her, Wu Yue sat cross-legged, slowly closed her eyes, and tried to locate her spiritual core.

But, as always, she came up empty.

Seeing no reaction from the crystal ball, Wu Yue switched tactics.

She picked up the crystal ball and held it in her hands, treating it like a purification tool, just as she had done with seeds before.

When she applied her spiritual ability to the crystal ball, she was surprised to see it emit a pale white glow.

However, the glow was extremely faint and quickly faded away.

At the same time, a dull throbbing at her temples signaled that her spiritual energy was nearly depleted again.

Carefully placing the crystal ball back in its holder, Wu Yue remained undaunted. She believed that as long as she kept meditating every day, one day she would find a way to harness her spiritual energy.

After meditation came Wu Yue’s daily training session.

Opening the long-unused *Celestial Master Manual*, she took advantage of the remaining daylight to focus.

Calmly settling her mind, she brought out a calligraphy copybook and dictionary, painstakingly researching each unfamiliar character before organizing and transcribing them onto a new scroll.

Her expression was serene, as though wrapped in peaceful stillness.

The brush she used for transcription was the high-quality wolf-hair brush gifted by Fu Yanqi. After days of practicing with the copybook, Wu Yue’s handwriting was starting to show proper form and vigor.

The rice paper she used was something Wu Yue had managed to get after staking out the alliance’s free market for days—inexpensive yet of impeccable quality.

In fact, Wu Yue even suspected someone had listed it wrong, allowing her to grab twenty sheets at just one million points each.

After all, paper of this quality was virtually unobtainable on the market.

At tens of millions of points per sheet, it'd be a steal if someone genuinely wanted to buy it.

Knowing how precious rice paper was in the apocalypse, Wu Yue wrote with even more reverence and care.

The opening section of the *Celestial Master Manual* mostly describes the journeys and experiences of a legendary Celestial Master. To Wu Yue, all of this was novel and fascinating.

Compared to the current era's more monstrous mutated beasts and the Lovecraftian creatures in dungeons, the world recorded in the *Celestial Master Manual* was filled with supernatural myths and legends—lost treasures of brilliance.

Wu Yue got completely absorbed, unable to tear herself away from each small tale.

Even the blindingly bright glow emitted by the crystal ball behind her went unnoticed under the bright lighting.

....

As sleepiness set in, Wu Yue let out a deep yawn after finishing the transcription of the preface.

The moment she turned her head, the crystal ball dimmed completely.

Seeing the already fast asleep Golden Crow and Sang Biao, Wu Yue carefully tucked them in before snuggling into her blankets, drifting into sweet dreams.

Over the following period,

Wu Yue's schedule became rigidly structured.

She woke early, ran 10K at the training grounds, then headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

After eating, she visited the plantation on the back mountain to observe the growth progress of new crops, along with daily cultivation, soil turnover, and seed purification work.

After cleaning the chicken coop and collecting eggs, it was already noon. Following lunch and a short nap, she returned to the training field for sword drills and practice.

Before dinner, she meditated for two hours, then spent the evening transcribing the *Celestial Master Manual*.

Once she'd completely burned through her energy, she was out cold by 11.

On the 13th day of maintaining this efficient routine, Wu Yue's communicator blared an alert:

"Warning! Warning! You haven't done a dungeon in 13 days.

You will be randomly matched to a dungeon in 24 hours. Countdown: 23:59:59."

Wu Yue remembered that in her past life, a minor dungeon had spawned around this time. It was low-level, mostly for solo runners, and the forums said the clearing process was leisurely and enjoyable—just right for Wu Yue to solo.

Just as she arrived at the airport, she happened to bump into Shen Que, who was returning to base.

Shen Que, "Wu Yue, where are you going?"

Wu Yue, "Captain, my dungeon timer's about to run out. I'm heading to a dungeon."

Shen Que was surprised, "You're going alone?"

Wu Yue nodded, "Yeah."

Shen Que, "I'll go with you."

Wu Yue, "But... it's just a C-rank dungeon."

Was bringing a top-tier like Shen Que to a C-rank dungeon overkill?

Shen Que followed Wu Yue onto the skimmer, "It's fine, I'm free anyway."

Without giving Wu Yue a chance to refuse, Shen Que had already boarded the skimmer and planted himself in the copilot seat.

Shen Que turned to look at Wu Yue, who stood frozen in place. "Give the order, Captain."

Wu Yue took the captain's chair and felt her pulse race.

"Destination: Canned Frozen Meat Dungeon!"

Wu Yue thought this dungeon name was pretty embarrassing.

"Snort!"

She whipped her head around, glaring. "Captain!"

Shen Que wiped the smirk off his face and nodded seriously. "Roger."

The thrusters roared as they engaged:

"Departing, destination Canned Frozen Meat Dungeon."

....

A kilometer outside the dungeon, Wu Yue landed the shuttle early and hid it.

She urged Shen Que, "Captain, hurry up and change clothes."

He looked puzzled. "Why?"

Wu Yue wore a solemn expression. "We can't embarrass the team."

Showing up at a C-rank dungeon with the captain of top-tier team Blaze, piloting the most advanced shuttle, just to mooch off random players—she could stand the embarrassment, but Shen Que? No way!

In the end, both dressed plainly and slipped into the crowd unnoticed to enter the dungeon.

"Welcome, everyone, to our Canned Frozen Meat Factory for your tour!"

As soon as they entered, a monster with a cat's face lumbered toward them.

Its body was entirely human in form—except its face, which had a furry cat's head.

Its huge eyes darted back and forth, checking out everyone there.

With an ominous tone, it repeated:

"Welcome, everyone, to our Canned Frozen Meat Factory for your tour.

You'll feel so at home here that you won't want to leave.

In fact, you might never want to leave~"