Ten seconds later.
Zhu Yan grabbed the dragonfly and slammed it heavily onto the soft carpet of the dormitory.
"Shoddy teleportation prop." In the pitch darkness, the dragonfly rustled its silver legs as it stood up. "How much did these things cost you?"
The light was switched on abruptly, and the sudden white glare stung Zhu Yan’s eyes.
"Who’s there?" Yang Zhanbai asked sharply.
His voice was still thick with nasal congestion, clearly startled awake by the loud noise.
Instinctively, he had already drawn the dagger from under his pillow.
Before his mind was fully alert, half his body was already leaning over the edge of the upper bunk.
When he saw Zhu Zeyu, he froze, stunned.
"It's me." Zhu Yan was getting up from the floor, offering Yang Zhanbai an apologetic smile. "I went to find someone from the Lazy Craftsman Shop to reinforce the windows. Go back to sleep."
But the commotion Zhu Yan had caused was too loud.
Rustling bedding and the sound of bed curtains being pulled open echoed one after another, and several heads popped out from their bunks.
Yuan Chen and Qin Yang groggily crawled out from under their covers, only to shrink back in panic toward the door the moment they saw the dragonfly.
"Holy crap!"
This dormitory was far too safe. The two of them, who had been on edge the whole time, had finally managed a good night's sleep, almost forgetting they were still in the dungeon.
Now, this bizarre-looking dragonfly abruptly snapped them back to reality, and all traces of drowsiness vanished.
"Is it really that scary?"
The dragonfly looked down at itself and muttered quietly.
"...Whatever, I’ve got work to do."
"I still have things to take care of later," it sighed deeply, and under the astonished gazes of the others, it moved its silver legs, glancing here and there, its mouth not resting for a moment.
"Oh dear... Schrödinger's window, huh."
"Reinforcing windows in a house that doesn’t have any windows in the first place—next to impossible!"
"Even harder than that Changing Menu they wanted..."
Yang Zhanbai let out a huge yawn.
A few seconds after the involuntary wake-up button was hit, his energy abruptly drained away.
Severe sleep deprivation and more than ten hours of constant tension sent fatigue flooding back into his mind.
Yang Zhanbai, fighting drowsiness, slapped Zhu Yan on the shoulder and confirmed, "Is this the owner of Lazy Craftsman Shop?"
Zhu Yan wasn’t as clueless as Yang Zhanbai.
He was wide awake and had caught the key phrase the owner used.
The Changing Menu.
What was that?
Who had asked for it? Could it be related to the dungeon?
Zhu Yan racked his brain for ways to extract more information while casually brushing off Yang Zhanbai.
"Probably."
In truth, it could just be a clone, or, like a slime, a manager with considerable authority.
This creature's level wasn’t high, and Zhu Yan vaguely felt it didn’t match the reputation of the famous Lazy Craftsman Shop.
But he couldn’t be bothered to explain all that to Yang Zhanbai, and it was clear the other man wasn’t interested in hearing it anyway.
Yang Zhanbai patted Zhu Yan’s shoulder and glanced at Qi Yinming, who was fully focused across the room.
With these two—especially Zhu Zeyu—around, did he really need to worry?
"I’m glad you guys are here. I’ll leave the supervision to you. I’m dead tired."
With that, Yang Zhanbai decisively pulled his curtain shut, flopped backward, and went right back to sleep.
Zhu Yan, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.
Sleeping was better than being awake, because a sleeping person wouldn’t wander around and force him to ad-lib extra acting.
Sleep, sleep—hopefully, you’ll have enough cat-like luck to stay asleep until tomorrow night.
By then, Key Fragment Four would practically be mine!
Zhu Yan sidled up behind the dragonfly as it busily gestured with its insect legs. After observing for a moment, he feigned enthusiasm and asked, "Technically speaking, what’s the difference between Schrödinger’s glass and the Changing Menu?"
He’d figured it out—this dragonfly was a tech geek.
Judging by how it claimed to steer clear of all conflicts and only cared about its shop, it likely paid no attention to anything beyond its store and craft.
"Oh, you’re asking about that."
The dragonfly pulled out a worn, long wooden ruler from somewhere, measured a spot, and marked the wall with charcoal.
"The location of the Changing Menu is fixed; only the text needs to change according to the chef’s wishes."
"So we just need a kind of shape-shifting gold ink, mixed with dust from eavesdropping ghost bone powder..."
Chef?
Zhu Yan immediately thought of the documents the Human-Spider Supervisor had given him.
The documents said that Key Fragment Five was located at the Feast of the Monsters, possibly inside some dish.
Was this Changing Menu somehow connected to that?
"Ah, that’s still a huge hassle," the dragonfly smacked its mouth in a very human way.
In just a short time, it had already drawn an arched window on the wall.
"With skills like yours, how could it be a hassle?" Zhu Yan pressed on. "Where’s the trouble?"
The dragonfly was quite flattered by this kind of praise.
It pulled out a hammer and began tapping lightly on the wall, proudly flicking its limp insect tail.
"If I were the only Simian doing this job, it wouldn’t be that much trouble."
"But everyone has their specialty, and I don’t know anything about layout design."
Its compound eyes twitched in Zhu Yan’s direction, and those enormous, bulging eyes actually narrowed.
This kid sure was cunning—he knew how to probe by starting with what she was interested in.
Much better than those players who just flashed their Bone Gold Coins right off the bat.
Too bad. He’d only get useless technical details and complaints about her work!
"Design, of course, is handled by the little misfits at the print shop."
"I first craft a framed semi-finished piece according to the blueprint, hand over the core technology to them, and then they handle further printing and drawing the decorative patterns on the menu surface."
"Oh, you have no idea how terrible their taste is. What they produce compared to my carving skills is absolutely trash!"
Zhu Yan really didn’t want to listen to the dragonfly’s endless complaining.
But luckily, the process details leaked in that rant were incredibly useful to him.
A print shop?
If he remembered correctly, Key Fragment Four was located in a print shop.
Going by the dragonfly’s description, Key Fragment Four and Key Fragment Five were most likely linked and could be grabbed together.
Zhu Yan’s eyes lit up. "There’s a print shop here? Our school doesn’t even seem to have one!"
"How come our school only has a Nightmare Bookstore? Do you think interesting little shops like this are limited to one per school?"
The print shop the Human-Spider Supervisor had mentioned was the Wutong Avenue Print Shop at Donghua University.
If that matched up, it was pretty much a done deal.
The dragonfly had already brought out various colorful powders and some strange stones, ready to move to the next step.
This Hunter had changed the subject.
Fine. It wasn’t anything serious, and since it didn’t pay to offend anyone, she might as well answer.
"Of course, one shouldn't be greedy." Dragonfly carefully assembled the items in their hands. "The 【Slacker Craft Shop】 is at 【Boyang University】, so the print shop is naturally at 【Donghua University】..."

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