I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

I can't help but marvel once again.

In this society, for an ordinary person to earn 10 million is almost a fantasy, and it has nothing to do with whether one is hardworking. It's related to the structure of society—a society can function normally with a large number of poor people, but if there were a large number of people with 10 million, the society might collapse because of it.

But!

If you just enter a Hell Bus loaded with 18 people and come out alive, you can easily make 10 million, and that's just the baseline profit.

Just by casually picking up treasure chests in the first challenge, you can sell them for several million. Add to that the 100,000 Star Coins and some Hidden Occupation Transfer Books from the clearance rewards, along with D-rank random item treasure chests, and breaking 10 million is just too easy.

Perhaps that's why so many ordinary people, despite the odds, dream of becoming Supernaturals. Becoming a Supernatural means accessing an infinite number of possibilities; as long as you're lucky enough and tough enough, you can definitely get rich.

No Supernatural is poor.

It's just that most Supernaturals don't live long enough to become rich.

...

Apart from the treasure chests he picked up in the first challenge, the majority of his rewards naturally came from the tickets he collected from passengers—which really included all sorts of rewards.

"Star Coins*140k."

"Taboo Items*6."

"Various Skills*7."

"Various Items*12."

Those were all the passenger rewards he collected. He roughly estimated that if he were to sell all of them, they would definitely fetch around 50 million at an auction.

"No wonder so many people in my past life were into pyramid schemes; these headhunting businesses really do make a fortune," Chen Miao murmured as he looked at his bulging backpack.

There were six Taboo Items alone, and those things aren't easy to sell openly.

The strongest among them was the D-rank Taboo Item "Beloved's Madness."

"Taboo Item Name": Beloved's Madness.

"Taboo Item Rank": D-rank.

"Taboo Item Effect": The person in possession of this Taboo Item will hate, detest, and resent all female creatures. Similarly, they will be subconsciously resented and detested by all female creatures, and they will inflict 10 times the damage to all female creatures.

"Taboo Item Introduction": "Is blood relation really that important?"

"Formation Condition": To have four children in a row, none of them his own, and to die at the hands of his wife and her lover, filled with resentment, successfully boarding the Hell Bus.

"Strong!"

Upon seeing the panel of this Taboo Item, Chen Miao could only give a speechless thumbs up, finally understanding how exaggerated Taboo Items could be. His "Taotie" skin was the only firearm skin.

The only one!!!

Invaluable!!!

Yet its effect was merely to amplify the damage of the Bee King Sniper Rifle by 10 times, and it could only be used on the Bee King Sniper Rifle.

This Taboo Item was merely a D-rank, yet it could cause 10 times damage to females, regardless of the attack mode. No matter the profession, no matter how the attack was delivered, as long as the target was female, the effect could be activated.

In case there's a female boss.

A Bee King Sniper Rifle with a 40k damage value, under the amplification of this Taboo Item, would reach 400k...

"..."

Chen Miao suddenly fell silent. He realized he seemed to have become the ultimate slayer of female bosses; he didn't believe any female boss could withstand his 400k damage shot.

The side effect was quite significant, though.

Hating all females while being subconsciously hated by all females.

Even if it was kept in the Nothingness Space, its effect would still apply, because all items in the Nothingness Space exerted their effects. However, he quickly thought of a solution—keep it on Hungry Monkey for the time being, and only have Hungry Monkey give it to him when needed.

After all, Hungry Monkey had said, after that failed relationship, he would never trust women again, so he probably wouldn't need any Peach Blossom Fate, would he?

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That's decided then.

Perfect.

By now, he had no mood to sleep, he was eager for some random event to occur, telling him that a female boss was preparing to siege, so he could go out and test his might, his hands itching for action.

...

All the other passengers' rewards were also great stuff, many of which he could use.

For example—

An E-rank universal passive skill 'Specter Nemesis'.

The effect is to allow the supernatural to inflict damage on spiritual bodies with every attack, the damage value being one-tenth of the actual damage.

Not a very strong skill, it can only penetrate the defense of ghostly entities, and the inflicted damage is only a tenth of normal damage, meaning a prolonged battle, but at least there wouldn't be a situation like on the Hell Bus where you are completely helpless and can do nothing.

As Skill Proficiency improves, this ratio will also increase.

Gradually, gradually...

Chen Miao looked over his skill panel and item panel one by one, not knowing when his eyelids drooped and a satisfied smile spread across his lips as he slowly dozed off, his soft snores merging with those of Hungry Monkey, echoing in the tomb chamber.

It was especially peaceful.

He was truly exhausted tonight.

However...

Not long after Chen Miao had fallen asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes, expressionless. The 2000 lumens light bulb above his head punctually lit up relentlessly, completely indifferent to the fact that Chen Miao hadn't slept last night.

"Boom!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Chen Miao punched it!

Only afterward did he turn over in a fury and continue sleeping in the dark.

This sleep was very deep.

And very sweet.

He dreamt many dreams, where he dreamt of the coconut tree that had hit him and caused his transmigration; the Jade Talisman of Safety that had accompanied him through two worlds; the first day he met Hungry Monkey; standing at the pinnacle of this world, basking in the admiration of countless people; he dreamt of...

Until the sun set.

It wasn't until the evening that Chen Miao gradually awoke from his sleep, swiftly freshened up, and standing at the doorway of the tomb, he lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, stretched a long stretch, and muttering to himself as he gazed toward the twilight horizon.

"Well, my body clock is totally reversed now."

"Slept all day, and now I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight, I wonder if the Seventh District has closed yet."

It had snowed during the day.

A light snow.

A thin layer of snow covered the ground, adding a bit of chill and melancholy, and it was still falling, likely to continue for a while.

Just then—

He suddenly noticed that not far away, Hungry Monkey was kneeling in front of a small mound, his eyes red and tear-streaked, his lips pressed tightly as he tried hard not to let his emotions collapse completely.

And behind him.

Yuan Buping and his group, dressed in neat black suits and white gloves, each holding a black umbrella, stood in the light snow above Hungry Monkey.

The scene looked like the Black Society was holding a funeral.

What baffled Chen Miao was that he saw Zhou Shen, dressed in a black suit, holding a white chrysanthemum and an umbrella, entering the cemetery, looking like he was here to attend the funeral.

"What are you doing here?"

Chen Miao waved for Zhou Shen to come over, cluelessly asking.

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