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."
In effect, the players behind have benefited from their efforts.
A classic case of thankless work.
But the problem is, everyone thinks this way, which has led to a situation where, nearly a minute after the third level started, everyone is still standing at the starting point, not moving an inch. No one wants to be in the lead, but the time limit is only ten minutes.
They simply don't have the time to hesitate.
At that moment,
A young man couldn't bear it any longer and, gritting his teeth, took the plunge and rushed forward. All eyes were on him as he stumbled after just a few steps, stepping on an illusory tile and falling into the abyss.
He was declared eliminated.
Everyone looked toward the slowly disappearing illusory tile, their mouths twitching slightly. The challenge seemed insurmountable, unless one could fly like Chen Miao, there was simply no other way.
To get through, you definitely can't be in the front-runner position.