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."
Chen Miao silently abandoned the thought at the bottom of his heart. He just felt an added sense of helplessness towards this chaotic world, always feeling that it was far more disordered than the world he knew before.
Although the previous world also had instances of ruthless actions,
at least… things were kept to appearances, not as openly ugly.
In this world,
forget it, there's no way to put it. In this damn world, one can only make oneself as strong as possible. He had come to understand that this world operated on an even purer form of survival of the fittest.
It was just a pity about the Hungry Monkey.
Such a promising young man, dead just like that. Of all things to dabble in, why love? His death was simply too tragic.
...
Everything then returned to normal.