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."
He didn't want to expose his attack method prematurely, lest these people prepare their defenses in advance.
He planned to strike a blow that they would not expect, and that blow would also be the last.
Just like that.
Chen Miao worked tirelessly like an old ox, beginning to toil day and night with extreme earnestness in the sky, the vast area was simply too large, and the workload had far exceeded his expectations.
This meant that he had no time to rest at all.
He hadn't slept in over fifty hours, and even when he had to use the bathroom, he would hurriedly find a deserted place to quickly relieve himself. He subsisted on fast-food products, while Hungry Monkey and Zhou Shen provided comedic banter behind him to help keep Chen Miao's mind alert.
But whether it was the nature of the comedy itself being somewhat sleep-inducing,
Or whether Hungry Monkey and Zhou Shen were just that bad at it,
Chen Miao only grew more tired.
"Can't do this anymore."