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."
Having said that—
Chen Miao waved his hand and pulled his flesh-blurred foot out of the washbasin as if nothing had happened, shoved it into his slipper, and, supporting himself with his cane, headed down the stairs towards the underground palace.
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"Oh... that was rather to the point."
Yuan Buping looked somewhat confusedly at Chen Miao's retreating figure, "Isn't that too simplistic? Where did that demon come from, just cursing Miao like that for no reason? It seems like it came specifically for revenge, right?"
"Hey, didn't Miao get cursed by a demon recently? It forced him into a high-level secret realm, and he wasn't allowed to carry any items in his backpack. Do you think it could be that the demon found out that Miao actually survived the curse and, out of spite, rushed over to cast another curse on him?"
"That's probably not it."