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."
"You've been too busy with work recently to play games, so I picked up a lot of materials for you. Tonight, you can use them to build lots and lots of houses."
"Sure."
Chen Miao couldn't help but laugh as he rushed over and took Lord Miao into his arms. "I'm going to build you a big house tonight!"
Their giggles during the playful scuffle echoed through the living room.
The dog lying on the carpet wagged its tail and bounced around happily at the sight, while the fat cat lying on the balcony sunbathing just lazily turned its head to glance at the two fussing on the sofa before looking away again.
...
And so, a few more years passed.
Sitting alone in the messy living room, Chen Miao looked somewhat disheveled. Without turning on the lights, he curled up on the sofa, as if hiding in the darkness of the night.
The company had gone bankrupt.
Due to one of his overly bold decisions, he'd lost his fortune.