My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 55: An Off-road Motorcycle?

「A few minutes later.」

Fang Zhen searched the last Dogman Miner for loot, but came up with nothing.

Fang Zhen shook his head slightly and stood up.

All the loot he found included one Gold Necklace, two Gold Coins, and a Golden Ring.

The Gold Necklace wasn’t heavy—probably less than 15 grams and very thin. The Golden Ring was also quite small, matching the physique of the instance’s inhabitants.

The three items were found on the two Dogman Warriors and that Scout.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t a single Copper Coin on any of the Dogman Miners.

’It seems that within the Dogman Tribe, the class structure is quite rigid. Only high-ranking Scouts and Warriors have private property.’

Fang Zhen wasn’t surprised.

’In a social structure like that of the Kobolds, the greatest treasures and the tribe’s communal wealth are probably all held by the chieftain.’

’Farming these kinds of instances doesn’t yield much from mobs, but clearing it completely might offer a huge payoff all at once.’

Fang Zhen was quite curious and expectant about what he would gain from clearing this instance.

Fang Zhen put away the loot and prepared to leave the battlefield.

Before leaving, Fang Zhen stomped on the Dogman Scout’s wooden crossbow, shattering it.

The wooden crossbow had a simple design. Fang Zhen had his Dragon Gall Crossbow, and he’d already looted one before. Taking another one back was pointless, especially without any matching Crossbow Arrows.

’I can’t leave this thing here. It’s useless to me, but the Kobolds can use it to pierce my riot gear’s defense. Better to destroy it.’

Fang Zhen did a final check to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. He picked up his long spear and the Dragon Gall Crossbow, gripped the high-beam flashlight and the spear together, and quickly left Mine Tunnel A.

「A few minutes later.」

Fang Zhen ducked his head as he walked out of the mine entrance.

Outside, the sky had turned overcast again, and a light drizzle began to fall.

Fang Zhen picked up the backpack for his repeating crossbow, stowed the weapon, and hung the high-beam flashlight on his belt.

His stamina was a little low, but he had already exceeded his objective for this operation. Fang Zhen prepared to return home and rest.

’This wave, I killed at least a quarter of the Kobolds, but my efficiency is still a bit low.’

’I should go home and resupply. For an environment like the mine, I could use incendiaries, Night Vision Goggles, and the like.’

Fang Zhen organized his gear, confirmed that no Kobolds were pursuing him from the mine, and then strode off toward Redstone Town.

Fang Zhen returned to Redstone Town. As he walked through the streets, some townsfolk saw him. They no longer seemed as afraid as they were at first; instead, their attitude toward Fang Zhen was quite respectful.

Fang Zhen paid them no mind and continued on his way, following the small mountain path back to the end of the Dark Path.

The white Light Gate was still there, a black vortex swirling in its center.

Fang Zhen stepped through the Light Gate.

After a moment of slight dizziness, Fang Zhen found himself back in his living room.

With practiced ease, Fang Zhen set down his backpack and spear, took off his gear and riot suit, went to the fridge to grab a can of coke, and sat on the sofa to drink it.

As he drank his coke, he mentally reviewed the pros and cons of his battle in the Redstone Town Mine.

’Overall, the battle in the mine went pretty well. My strategy was sound. If I hadn’t used the terrain and tactics to my advantage and fought them head-on, the two Dogman Warriors coordinating their combat skills with a Scout flanking with a crossbow... I might have been done for. And that’s not even counting all those Dogman Miners.’

’But just because the tactics were good doesn’t mean there isn’t room for improvement.’

’I was a bit impulsive this time. There were many tools I could have used to make the fight much easier.’

Fang Zhen quickly identified the problem.

He had won the battle, but his decision to engage had been a bit reckless.

’If I had Night Vision Goggles and an infrared imager, I could have extinguished all the light sources and used the Kobolds’ fear of the dark to pick them off one by one.’

’When facing a charging group of Kobolds, a Molotov Cocktail would be perfect.’

A Molotov Cocktail refers to a simple, improvised incendiary device. The name originates from Vyacheslav Molotov, the foreign minister of the old Soviet Union. During the 1939 Winter War between the Soviets and Finland, the Finns dubbed the Soviet bombing of their cities "Molotov’s bread baskets." In response, the Finns named their homemade firebombs "Molotov Cocktails."

Making a Molotov Cocktail is extremely simple. You take a fragile glass bottle and fill it with alcohol, gasoline, or another highly flammable substance. A cloth strip is stuffed into the mouth of the bottle to act as a fuse. To use it, you light the cloth strip and throw the bottle. When the bottle shatters on impact, the burning cloth ignites the flammable liquid, creating an incendiary blast.

These firebombs are easy to make, but they pack a serious punch, even posing a threat to armored tanks.

’The Kobolds in the mine are not fully evolved and are covered in fur. As they say, all that fur makes them vulnerable to fire. Molotov Cocktails should be perfect for taking out large groups of them.’

In addition, Fang Zhen also planned to buy Night Vision Goggles or an infrared imager to enhance his vision in dark environments.

He decided to call it a day for his dungeoneering. ’A craftsman must first sharpen his tools.’ He would spend the rest of his time acquiring all the specialized equipment he needed. Tomorrow, he would return to the mine and wage a large-scale war of annihilation.

Once his plan was clear, Fang Zhen drained the rest of his coke, got up, and headed out, ready for a major shopping spree.

Fang Zhen went downstairs and first walked to a nearby commercial area to eat.

He wasn’t short on money now. Whether eating out or ordering in, he stuck to a standard of 60 to 100 yuan per meal. It wasn’t that he was being extravagant; he just wanted to eat more high-quality protein like beef, fish, and shrimp, and restaurants that used good ingredients were naturally more expensive.

’Eating well, combined with sufficient exercise and rest, is the only way to increase strength and fortify my constitution. This is no place to be stingy.’

After a satisfying meal of steamed Wuchang fish with a small portion of beef brisket, vegetables, and rice, Fang Zhen paid and left the restaurant. He then used a map app to search for a niche outdoor motorcycle shop and hailed a taxi to go there.

He was going to buy a motorcycle.

Fang Zhen sat in the taxi.

’Today’s dungeon run took a fair bit out of me. I can accept the toll from combat—after all, I was in a fight.’

’But wasting so much stamina just on travel isn’t worth it.’

’I need to find a mode of transportation to save energy on the road.’

At first, Fang Zhen considered buying a mountain bike. But on second thought, a bicycle still required pedaling. Going uphill, especially on steep terrain, would still be tiring and might not save him much stamina.

A dirt bike would be much better. ’After all, human power can’t compete with a combustion engine, right?’

’And based on its size, I should be able to get it through the Light Gate.’

Twenty-some minutes later, Fang Zhen arrived at a motorcycle shop called "Mingye Outdoor Motorcycle Specialty Store," located on Red Flag Street.

Fang Zhen got out of the taxi. The first thing he saw was a dozen or so motorcycles parked in front of the shop.

The designs of these motorcycles were different from ordinary ones. They looked "skinnier," and some of them lacked the rearview mirrors and passenger seats that were standard on street bikes, giving them a unique appearance.

Fang Zhen walked inside.

There weren’t many people in the shop. A man in his thirties wearing mechanic’s overalls was half-kneeling, tuning a motorcycle.

Besides the man tuning the motorcycle, there was also a young woman in the store.

The woman was very beautiful, around twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She was over five-foot-seven, dressed in a black leather motorcycle suit, and held a black motorcycle helmet in her right hand. Her figure was surprisingly good—curvy with a slim waist. She had medium-length hair, an oval-shaped face, and exceptionally fair skin. She gave off an outgoing and lively vibe.

When she saw Fang Zhen enter, the beautiful woman glanced over subconsciously. After noticing his face, her gaze lingered for a few extra seconds.

Fang Zhen noticed the woman as well. He thought her appearance was quite striking and took a second look, but that was all.

’Ever since this whole "dungeon life game" started, my interest in women seems to have waned quite a bit. Instead, I find myself thinking that all sorts of useful weapons and equipment are what’s truly sexy.’

Just then, the man tuning the motorcycle finished his work. He stood up from the ground and looked at Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen gave a polite nod and asked, "Are you the owner?"

The mechanic nodded. "I am. The main mechanic is on leave for a few days, so I’m just handling some of the work."

"My hands are covered in oil, so I won’t offer you any water."

"Interested in a dirt bike?"

the mechanic asked, his tone and expression quite friendly.

"Yeah. Which bike here has the best off-road performance?" Fang Zhen asked.