I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms
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."
Chapter 18: "He's the one who bought the burial chamber as a bridal chamber.
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This strange and bizarre world is always made up of strange and bizarre people, as if only in this way can the diversity of life on earth be reflected.
Take this moment, for example.
After washing up, Chen Miao walked out of the tomb chamber, looked up at the sky where the countdown for the next combat event had lost several more hours, and silently planned today's itinerary.
He then saw Hungry Monkey with a serious face coming from other tombstones nearby, bringing some offerings over, placing them in front of his own tombstone, lighting a cigarette, kneeling on both knees, and solemnly looking at his own black and white photo on the tombstone.
He kowtowed very seriously three times.
He actually wanted to laugh out loud, but the expression on Hungry Monkey's face was too serious, it didn't look like he was playing around; rather, he seemed to be seriously conducting some kind of ritual.
He held back his laughter.
Respect must be given to the different customs of other worlds; perhaps in this world, worshipping one's own black and white photo is a way to seek blessings.
Although worshipping oneself was, no matter how you looked at it, somewhat incomprehensible.
Sensing the confusion in Chen Miao's eyes, Hungry Monkey got up, a bit dazed, and muttered, "I'm an orphan; if by any chance I die in the secret realm, not to mention someone collecting my body, there probably wouldn't even be anyone to worship me."
"Offering worship to myself while alive can be seen as leaving no regrets."
"I don't even know if burning some paper money now can be deposited in my account down there in advance? Would it get credited after I'm dead?"
"..."
After a long silence, Chen Miao turned expressionless and walked towards the outside of the cemetery, where there was a shuttle bus that came every 15 minutes, allowing for convenient travel to the downtown area.
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"Sigh!"
Chen Miao got off the bus at the Seventh District stop, glanced around at the bustling scene of cars and people, and the high-rise buildings as well as the crowd on the streets that swarmed like ants, and let out a light breath.
He casually lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.
Then, walking with the support of his cane in one hand, he headed straight for the Seventh District.
He felt more comfortable living in the city. Staying in that cramped tomb chamber was really a bit unsettling, especially sleeping in a coffin—it was always distressing no matter how you lay.
"Let's go."
He didn't linger in the nearby shops but went straight to the "Haina Supernatural Store" in the Seventh District, which he had visited once. Seeing Chen Miao, the owner, who had already had a transaction with him, immediately came up with a smile.
"Did the boss come to buy that E-rank item, 'Gun Forest Bullet Rain?' I've kept it specially for you." The last time, the owner had shown an E-rank item suitable for the Gunman Profession that Chen Miao was quite tempted by, but it wasn't cheap. However, he hadn't come for that item this time.
"We'll talk about that item in a few days."
Chen Miao stood at the entrance of the store and glanced around: "Do you have an Occupation Inheritance Book for fighters?"
"Of course."
The owner seriously took out a red booklet that looked like a college diploma from under the table and placed it on the surface: "This item's price is too transparent, 50k Credit Points, no bargaining, it's the same for every store."
"But since we've cooperated before, I'll give it to you for 48,888."
"Okay."
After a brief thought, Chen Miao spoke, "How do you charge for Star Coins here?"
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"1:20, 1000 Star Coins can be traded for 20000 credit points."
With 48888 credit points needed, he currently had a little over 20,000 points in his pocket. With another 1000 Star Coins exchanged for 20,000 credit points and selling the materials, he would have just enough.
"Here's 1000 Star Coins, plus these three materials, and I'll top up another 20,000 credit points. Can the Occupation Inheritance Book be secured?"
"This..."
The shop owner hesitated slightly and didn't speak. The value of these items did indeed add up to 48,800, but the materials couldn't be valued at their selling price; they should be calculated at cost price. At cost price, the total would only be 46,000.
He had spent 46,000 to acquire these items, and there wasn't much room for profit, as the pricing was too transparent.
However, Chen Miao didn't have to wait long before the somewhat chubby shopkeeper slid the Fighter's Profession Inheritance Book across the table, saying, "Pleasure doing business with you. I hope you'll consider me for any good items you want to sell or need in the future."
Breaking even was fine by him if it meant making a new friend.
This young man seemed quite capable. Not to mention, just yesterday he was here buying materials to activate the Gunman Profession. Today, he already had 1000 Star Coins and was even purchasing a Fighter's Occupation Inheritance Book, which indicated that the young man must have earned a whopping 1000 Star Coins in a secret realm just yesterday.
That was no small sum.
A single secret realm could not earn that much—it would take at least three or four F-rank secret realms, or possibly even an E-rank secret realm.
After Chen Miao and his group said their goodbyes and left. The shopkeeper quickly opened the "Fengtian City Perfect Clearance Ranking List," and sure enough, at the 789th spot, he found a name that had been on the list less than two days.
"Chen Miao, lv1 Gunman."
He didn't know this young man's name but knew his profession was a gunman. And the name at rank 790 was also newly promoted, "Hungry Monkey, lv3 Laborer."
That must be the person who just now seemed as thin as a monkey, the one who apparently grew up in the welfare institute—this Fighter's profession change must also have been for this Hungry Monkey.
After piecing together this information, the shopkeeper broke into a smile of satisfaction, then slightly squinted his eyes as he sat in the rocking chair by the shop entrance, his mind racing with thoughts. Managing to get a perfect clearance rating on his first secret realm attempt was proof enough that, whether in combat awareness, secret realm judgment, or temperament, he was a promising prospect. Such a person either dies early in a secret realm, or slowly gains fame in Fengtian City.
In any case, he wouldn't live unknown or unnoticed.
If he showed some kindness during this period and offered critical help, the returns in the future could be substantial, perhaps even potentially saving his life at some point.
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"Bankrupt again."
Chen Miao stepped out of Seventh District, looking at the Fighter's Occupation Inheritance Book in his hand, he sighed. Now in his pocket, he only had 200 Star Coins, less than 2000 credit points, and just enough materials to craft another "Python R6 Revolver."
Beyond that, he was penniless.
"Here."
He casually tossed the Fighter's Occupation Inheritance Book into Hungry Monkey's arms, about to speak when he noticed that Hungry Monkey was standing stiffly in place, gasping for air, fixated on a couple nearby.
The couple was blatantly scrutinizing Hungry Monkey with no reservations.
"Brother."
Then the woman, with a seductive voice, leaned into the young man beside her and cooed, "This is the man I told you about, the one who bought a burial chamber for a wedding room."
"I never planned on taking his order."
"I was just messing with him."
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