My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 36: The Power of the Longdan

Fang Zhen’s face lit up when he saw the text message confirming the deposit and his new account balance.

He’d started with over 50,000 yuan on his card, but after buying riot gear, a long spear, and other equipment, plus ordering the Dragon Gall Bladder Slingshot and a Leopard sniper slingshot, he suddenly felt like he was running out of money.

An army marches on its stomach, as the old saying goes—a lesson written in blood and tears. Fang Zhen was paying close attention to logistics and supplies; for him, money was his provisions and logistics.

Now, with 620,000 deposited into his account, Fang Zhen felt a wave of relief, and his mood lifted.

He had expected the Golden Holy Chalice and Holy Plate to sell for 300,000 at best. Getting 620,000 was more than double his expectation.

Double the joy.

"The money’s here. They’re all yours," Fang Zhen said, pushing the Golden Holy Chalice and Holy Plate across the table to Uncle Bao.

"Heh, I’m quite fond of these two pieces," Uncle Bao said. "If you ever get your hands on similar Gold collectibles, come find me. My offer will certainly be much higher than the going rate in Xiahai City."

Fang Zhen nodded.

Uncle Bao was clearly a wealthy man.

And Fang Zhen was happy to do business with wealthy people.

The rich have deep pockets, but they aren’t fools. They usually expect to get what they pay for. However, when they come across goods or services that are a cut above the average, they’re willing to pay five cents for something worth two, or even ten cents for it.

If you were truly confident that you had a premium product, selling to the rich was the most profitable move.

The deal between Fang Zhen and Uncle Bao was complete.

Uncle Bao took a silver case from his bag, extracted a card with gold foil lettering, and handed it to Fang Zhen.

"My card. Call me if you find any more pieces like these."

Fang Zhen took it. On the front was a single name, ’Chen Baokun’, and on the back, a phone number. There were no titles or other information.

The card seemed to be embellished with gold leaf, giving it an impressive air.

"You’re very old-school," Fang Zhen remarked. He hadn’t been handed a business card in years; very few people still used them.

"Heh, I’m a man of a bygone era. I barely even use a smartphone," Chen Baokun chuckled. He glanced at Tang Xiaojuan and added, "Thank you for your help today. I’ll be sure to tell your boss how efficiently you handled everything."

Tang Xiaojuan beamed, her face as radiant as a flower.

Chen Baokun stood up. "I’ve arranged to go deep-sea fishing with a friend, so I’ll be on my way."

"Contact me if you find any other suitable pieces."

"Will do," Fang Zhen nodded.

Chen Baokun and the man in the suit rose. The man opened the door for Chen Baokun, and after they both stepped out, he turned back, gave Fang Zhen a nod, and closed the door behind him.

Fang Zhen and Tang Xiaojuan were now alone in the tea room.

Tang Xiaojuan looked at Fang Zhen, her eyes filled with envy.

"I really envy people like you. You close one deal and make five or six hundred thousand. I work my butt off as a manager and only make a little over ten thousand a month. This one sale is worth five or six years of my salary."

"You have a great presence, a good build, and you’re rich. Your girlfriend must be thrilled with you, right?" Tang Xiaojuan said.

Fang Zhen shook his head slightly. "I’m single."

"What? You’re still single?" Tang Xiaojuan feigned surprise. "No way!"

"Busy with work," Fang Zhen replied.

"Oh, that explains it. It’s true, a man has to focus on his career," Tang Xiaojuan nodded, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, how about I bring a friend out sometime to introduce you? We could all grab dinner or something?"

"It’s not good to stay single forever, especially when you’re such a good catch."

Something about her tone felt off to Fang Zhen.

’Is she trying to play games with me?’

’Is she hitting on me?’

’Is she planning on bringing a less attractive friend along next time to make herself look better?’

’Or will she "fail" to find a friend and just show up to dinner with me herself?’

Fang Zhen didn’t really mind either way, but he just wasn’t in the mood.

’I’ve still got the Redstone Town dungeon waiting for me back home!’

’What’s a woman compared to the thrill of a real-life dungeon?’

"Heh, I’ve got a few things to take care of. Maybe some other time," Fang Zhen said.

"Alright, alright," Tang Xiaojuan said, slightly disappointed but not showing any outward negativity.

Fang Zhen picked up his laptop bag. "I’m heading out. Talk to you later."

Fang Zhen left the tea room with his laptop bag.

Once she was alone in the room, Tang Xiaojuan pouted and puffed out her cheeks like a little hamster.

"A rich, eligible bachelor... I refuse to believe I can’t win you over," Tang Xiaojuan muttered to herself, letting out a long sigh.

Fang Zhen hailed a car using a ride-sharing app.

A little over twenty minutes later, he was back home.

Fang Zhen felt a sense of comfort the moment he walked through the door.

’Making over 600,000 from selling that loot feels great.’

’Now I can put together a proper shopping list to clear the Redstone Town dungeon,’ Fang Zhen thought.

Just then, Fang Zhen’s phone rang.

Fang Zhen answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Fang? I have a cash-on-delivery package for you. Are you home?"

’The Dragon Gall Bladder Slingshot is here?’ Fang Zhen instantly perked up.

"Yes, I’m home."

"Okay, I’ll bring it right up."

A few minutes later, his doorbell rang. He buzzed the delivery guy into the building and called the elevator. Soon, the courier arrived on the 7th floor, a large cardboard box tucked under his arm.

"Here’s your package. It’s cash on delivery," the courier said.

Fang Zhen nodded and paid with his card. 868 yuan, the exact price of the Dragon Gall Bladder Slingshot.

Fang Zhen felt a surge of excitement. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After the courier took the payment and went back downstairs, Fang Zhen carried the flat cardboard box inside. He eagerly whipped out his karambit, sliced through the packing tape, and pulled out the contents.

The box was filled with white styrofoam. Nestled inside was a black crossbow, looking exactly like the one he had seen in the video.

The weapon was a crossbow, black with a metallic finish and a detachable stock.

The main body of the Dragon Gall Bladder Slingshot was fitted with an optical scope.

Fang Zhen examined it. The scope model appeared to be a 4x28, meaning it had a 28mm objective lens and a fixed 4x magnification.

The package also included steel ball bearings and twenty 8008-model arrows.

The 8008 was a standard arrow model. It looked like a slightly shorter dart with no fletching. Its defining feature was a thicker metal tip, which concentrated its center of gravity and made it more stable in flight.

The 8008 arrow offered good penetration and stability, making it ideal for situations that demanded precision.

Furthermore, since this arrow model was a standard size, he wouldn’t have to worry about resupply. He could order more online from the 1866 platform; as long as he had money, his supply was infinite.

’So the claim that these 8008 arrows paired with the Dragon Gall Bladder Slingshot are ten times more powerful than ball bearings wasn’t just an exaggeration.’ Fang Zhen held the weapon, growing more fond of it by the second.

He quickly assembled it.

The main body of the slingshot—or rather, the crossbow—was already assembled. He just had to attach the accessories and the stock. Once he put it all together and held it, it felt a little heavy in one hand, but perfectly balanced and comfortable with two.

Fang Zhen pressed the stock against his right shoulder. It felt solid. He could smell the faint scent of metal.

He pulled the metal cocking lever with his left hand.

The lever was quite stiff. He felt strong resistance as he pulled it down with his left hand, but it wasn’t what he’d call difficult.

He pulled the metal lever back, and the bowstring drew taut.

Fang Zhen looked at the magazine.

It hadn’t been clear in the video, but with the actual weapon in his hands, he could see a metal channel on the crossbow’s body. A narrow slit ran along the top of the channel. Inside, steel balls were lined up in a row, about twenty of them.

The ball bearings could roll freely within the channel, but the slit on top was too narrow for them to pop out. Fang Zhen could clearly see how many shots were left in the magazine.

At the rear of the channel was a loading port. He could feed ball bearings in one by one, then twist a built-in metal latch to seal the magazine.

Fang Zhen raised the weapon, took a few steps back, and aimed at the training dummy in the corner using the 4x scope.

’The dummy had taken quite a beating from me these last few days. Both its arms were hacked off, and its neck was nearly shredded. I’m definitely getting my money’s worth. That 900 yuan was well spent.’

Fang Zhen took a few steps back, pressed the stock against his right shoulder, and sighted the dummy’s forehead through the scope. Once his aim was steady, he squeezed the trigger!