Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."
"Or rather, from the first level to this eleventh level, this level might be the most important one."
"The mental prowess and combat experience you mentioned can be acquired later, but only luck is innate and unchangeable."
"Hm?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Hungry Monkey's eyes as he looked at the dealer next to him. He had originally thought the dealer was just an NPC. There are NPCs in the secret realms as well, as the first secret realm they visited had NPCs.
He just didn't expect this NPC to be so intelligent, even answering his questions.
And it was even initiating conversation.
"Are you an NPC or a player?"
He directly asked, not hiding his curiosity.
"Time is running out, please both of you return to your seats quickly."
The dealer did not answer, but simply spoke in a deflective manner.
"Hungry Monkey."