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."
"Skill Proficiency improved with AI pills?"
Chen Miao's eyes narrowed, but he didn't speak. This sounded a bit like leveling up in standby mode. Taking AI pills to enter the dream state wouldn't affect the quality of sleep. It was like having a night of lucid dreaming—waking up without feeling too bewildered, with no significant drawbacks.
It wouldn't be a problem for two or three consecutive days.
As long as it wasn't for one or two consecutive months, there wouldn't be any issues with one's health.
Moreover, the most important thing was that in the dream state, anything could be conjured up with a thought, satisfying the need for some rather demanding skill training environments.
"Can you get this thing?"
"Not for now. I've only heard about this news, and I'm not sure if the source is reliable."