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."
"Hmm..."
Chen Miao took the knife and fork from the old man, stabbed a large piece, and brought it to his mouth. He chewed slowly with a slight frown; how to describe the taste? It was delicious, among the few desserts he had tried.
But this dessert definitely ranked first.
Although he didn't know how long this dessert had been sitting here, it tasted as if it had just been made, cool and refreshing without a hint of being stale. After all, such an item could already be considered a supernatural prop.
It naturally wouldn't suffer from expiration.
Otherwise, having it here would be pointless; it would just be a joke.
But if you were to ask how delicious it was, he couldn't quite say; it just felt so-so to him, absolutely nothing like the body-shaking sensation described in Xianxia novels upon consuming a miracle elixir. It was just average.
The next second—
A panel suddenly popped up in front of him.
"Ding, congratulations on acquiring a permanent buff."