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."
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"It's too hard."
Since the conclusion of the last civilization battle, Elder Bai had become a sensation. From a man once unknown, news about him suddenly filled the sky. Even stories about his long tenure as a security guard in Fengtian City's Eternal Cemetery had been dug up.
It even became a motivational tale.
Look, an old man who spent his life as a cemetery guard could become the second strongest in the world. What else is impossible?
In fact, that's how many motivational speeches are born.
What no one knew was that the old security guard was already an impressive supernatural being at the time; he just kept a low profile.
"It's not too bad."
Elder Bai wasn't arrogant, and of course, he answered with a happy smile, "If it weren't for Miao, there wouldn't be a current me."
He didn't like flattery, even if there was no malice intended. Flattery could often lead to destruction, unintentional though it might be—it was troublesome.