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."
"The most important thing is—"
Black Doctor's expression gradually became serious, and a faint light seemed to illuminate his ordinarily unremarkable back: "I've found that all the self-inflicted wounds on Miao's body, although they look extremely terrifying, are mostly superficial, not causing too much damage to the internal organs or bones."
"This also means that Miao, you were fully conscious when you harmed yourself, not because you were hallucinating or unable to distinguish reality in the Illusory Realm."
"This very point also precisely proves my speculation."
"There must be some necessary reason that compelled you, Miao, to harm yourself."
"It wasn't until I discovered that your body was rapidly healing itself, and those cells had all transformed into tiny beings and started to converge and charge toward your brain, that I realized that this might be the reason why you harmed yourself."
As the words fell.
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