I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

It must be said.

This man looked extremely tough, standing at a height of 1.9 meters, with a sturdy body, all muscles and tendons, appearing extremely intimidating. He was the type that, if he stationed himself at the entrance of a school's alleyway, all students would take a detour to avoid him.

Not one dared to look him in the eye.

So intimidating, indeed. Explore more at empire

"I'll do it! I'm so poor that I'm not even afraid of death, what's pain to me?"

"Count me in! What the hell is this, nothing but small potatoes. I've come through hell and high water, been injured countless times, how can this scare me?"

"Exactly, we definitely can't die in this secret realm anyway, what's a little pain?"

And just like that—

Five strong guys quickly came together.

The five burly men cheered each other on as they walked into the secret realm. They were not competing against one another, as long as they scored over 660,000 points, they could all obtain the profession. It wasn't said that out of the five, only one could acquire it.

If all five qualified, then all five could obtain it.

There was no reason not to welcome it.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Perhaps it was the stereotypical image of fighters, but it seemed all fighters were bulky, their bodies full of muscular tendons. These five men were also uniformly built, and if they all dressed in suits and sunglasses, they would look like top-notch bodyguards.

Before long, these five men entered the secret realm, and the live stream started once again. The five of them stood in their positions and, emulating others, lay down on the ground. After typing specific command sequences into the text editor,

They took a deep breath.

"Boom!!!"

Five iron balls fell from a height of over ten meters, hitting their targets in almost perfect unison!

Striking right in the groin area!

"Aaah!!!"

The simultaneous screams, broadcasted through the live stream, nearly burst the eardrums of the audience in the hall. Had it not been for this occasion, perhaps these people would never have known that such brawny men could let out such ear-piercing shrieks.

The five robust men's complexions turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color. To tell the truth, this skill was truly worth learning. Even bloodletting couldn't drain a person's facial blood this quickly, yet they did it with their own strength, making their faces lose color in a blink of an eye.

"..."

"..."

The onlookers in the hall clenched their legs and looked at the five men twitching madly on screen with a mix of shock and fear. They could empathize fully with the unbelievable pain the men were feeling.

Pain that ordinary people could not bear.

...

"Let's go."

Chen Miao didn't continue to watch, feeling excessively weary. He needed to hurry back for some rest, to sleep well first and then consider these matters upon waking.

And the Hell Bus was waiting quietly for him in front of the Secret Realm Building.

He hadn't closed his eyes for a full twelve hours. The pain was manageable, but the drowsiness was real. The sleepiness caused by frequent blood loss couldn't be recovered by any other means but sleep.

In the secret realm, he had hardly spent any points to recover from his injuries. After all, the initial purpose of entering the realm was to get injured and thereby deplete the "Zhiren Race" within his body. If he had healed his wounds right away, then the whole endeavor would have been pointless.

It would have been the same as doing absolutely nothing.

Only a few times, when he felt he was on the verge of passing out from blood loss, did he heal his injuries.

This led to his current extreme fatigue. He wanted nothing more than to rest well. Losing 10 million today was a setback, but it was just that, a setback, and he didn't care much about it. What he cared about more was whether the "Zhiren Race" inside him had diminished.

Two hours later,

Chen Miao had finished his preparations for bed and washed up, ready to fall asleep, when the Black Doctor standing at the door quietly reported, "Miao, we are unable to detect exactly how much of the Zhiren Race is present in your body."

"However, based on sample comparisons, we can confirm that the density of the Zhiren Race in your body is significantly lower than before."

"The probability is around one-tenth."

"Theoretically speaking, if you experience this nine more times, you should be able to completely clear the Zhiren Race from your body."

"Mhm."

Chen Miao nodded to show that he understood, then waved his hand, "Go get some rest; we'll talk after I wake up."

He was very sleepy.

At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything else. He just wanted to lay his head on his pillow quickly, tuck the blanket between his legs, and fall into a deep and comfortable sleep. He wanted to think about nothing else but sleep.

...

He slept soundly.

It wasn't until noon the next day that he woke up, and today was January 4th.

After a simple wash-up, Chen Miao sat at the dining table, enjoying a light breakfast. Meanwhile, Hungry Monkey was reporting, "Miao, there's good news. You don't need to pay 10 million to enter the secret realm anymore."

"As long as you score over 660,000 points in the realm, you can earn the Limited Hidden Profession of the Kung Fu fighter."

"The news has completely spread since the task was completed. Now, not only are a large number of players from Broken Pot City heading this way to seize this sky-high opportunity, but players from other cities have also arrived."

"Originally, opening the secret realm once required queuing and waiting for five people, but now there's no need to worry about that. The secret realm is now running 38 groups simultaneously, with numerous Supernaturals exploring their own sky-reaching opportunities within."

"Miao, you can enter the secret realm again without having to put forth an expensive entry fee as bait; plenty of people are willingly entering the realm."

"Since we left yesterday, the secret realm has already received 49 groups of guests, and a group consists of five people."

"It's a pity that none of these 49 groups have reached the 660,000-point mark. The highest scorer only got to 120,000 points, stopping there. The difference from 660,000 points is simply too vast; they're not on the same level at all."

"And before we left yesterday, the first group of five stout men also failed the challenge. The highest score among them was merely 16,000, far from 660,000. The one with the lowest score had just 1,000 points."

"After breaking once, upon waking up, no matter what, that person immediately quit, refusing to try a second time."

"Mhm."

As Chen Miao munched on the raw carrot slices in his hand, he pondered for a while before speaking, "I remember when many of the brothers first followed me, I promised them a Supernatural Occupation of their choosing after a year."

"I remember many wanted to switch to the Kung Fu fighter profession."

"See who's interested in becoming a Kung Fu fighter, and I'll get them switched over to that occupation first. Then, they can go to the secret realm and grab that Hidden Occupation."