I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Tell him to buy a burial niche first, then we can get married; although we don't have a house while we're alive, at least we can be buried together after we die, and that's something like a home."

"Who knew this idiot would really go buy one."

"Everyone at our company almost died laughing when they heard about it."

Amusement brimmed in the woman's eyes as she leaned bonelessly against the man beside her, her gaze blatantly raking over Hungry Monkey, her lips curled in a subtle, nearly imperceptible sneer.

"Oh?"

The man, who seemed rather young, first looked at Hungry Monkey with interest, "I've heard this story many times before, but it's the first time I've met the person it's about. Can you tell me what you were thinking at the time?"

"Or did you really think that by buying a burial niche, you could get married?"

"Tch."

"Why are you still doing manual labor now? I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Zhang Wu, a Lv7 Magician. Do you understand what that means?"

The man, with a hint of scorn, shook his head slightly and walked away, pulling the woman in his arms; as they passed Hungry Monkey, he deliberately raised her hand and lightly brushed it over Hungry Monkey's chest.

The woman didn't resist either, just giggled along.

...

Chen Miao had been leaning silently on his cane the whole time, holding a cigarette in his mouth calmly and watching everything before his eyes, without speaking. His pupils looked clear, except when he glanced at the backs of the departing couple, his lips curled into a slight smile.

And Hungry Monkey, rigid from the start, finally shuddered when the woman's slender hand brushed against his chest, looking truly overwhelmed.

Clearly, Hungry Monkey hadn't gotten over this woman.

Maybe on some quiet night, Hungry Monkey had fantasized whether the woman he once loved would come back to him, and he was willing to fight for that.

After a long while.

Standing by the roadside, head lowered so his face wasn't visible, Hungry Monkey said in a hoarse voice, lower than a fly's buzz,

"This is fucked up."

"Yeah."

Chen Miao held the cigarette between two fingers, exhaling a long breath of pale blue smoke. He glanced at the couple who had disappeared into the distance and said seriously, "Indeed, it's fucked up."

"Miao, you don't know, I've broken my back for her before."

"Yeah, I know. And now, she's gotten her heart broken too."

"I..."

Just as Hungry Monkey was about to say something, he seemed to realize something. His eyes reddening and his expression slightly ferocious, he looked up at Chen Miao and then, rolling up his sleeves in anger, he prepared to chase after them and yell, "I'm going to kill that bastard couple."

"Hey, hold on, don't rush."

Chen Miao hastily grabbed Hungry Monkey, "You're not strong enough yet. When you get stronger, I'll go with you, tie that guy up on the side, and let him watch you break her heart."

...

Two hours later.

In the cemetery.

Chen Miao comfortably leaned against Hungry Monkey's tombstone, casually picking up a grape intended as an offering and tossing it into his mouth. He looked on with an extremely relaxed and satisfied expression at Hungry Monkey, who stood beside him, his face distorted, continuously throwing punches.

The Gunman Profession differed from others.

To activate a Gunman Profession, you needed to craft an Occupational Weapon, plus 200 Star Coins, and clear the Experience Secret Realm once.

The activation condition for the Fighter Profession, on the other hand, was just one: to throw a hundred full-strength punches.

Especially when it comes to skill upgrades, it all depends on hard training; this Profession requires wealth, endurance, and physical strength, a lack in any of these three makes it challenging to succeed, especially when professional training in a gym is much more effective than working out at home with grunts and groans.

He didn't understand fighters.

But he understood people.

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Although Hungry Monkey was talented, perhaps the setback from last time was too great, and he was lacking a bit of morale. This wouldn't do—he needed someone with enough vigor, preferably with a murderous aura, to act as his personal bodyguard.

Just as he was pondering how to stimulate Hungry Monkey's morale, that woman appeared.

Isn't this just perfect?

The humiliation right to his face, coupled with Chen Miao fanning the flames on the side, made it impossible for Hungry Monkey to swallow his pride alone, especially since he had witnessed the whole scene with his own eyes.

Most people can handle being embarrassed when they're alone, but not when others see them, especially someone they know.

At that moment, Hungry Monkey was practically roasted over the fire. It was impossible for him not to take down that despicable couple.

A lv.7 Magician, isn't it doable with some real effort?

"Tsk."

Chen Miao couldn't help but click his tongue again and looked up at Hungry Monkey, who was not far away, swinging his fists in a frenzy with eyes red with madness. Leaning on one hand propped against his chin, Chen Miao suddenly fell into deep thought. Was he perhaps too harsh with the provocation?

It wouldn't do to push him into a dark transformation, right?

Meanwhile, he looked down at another "Python R6 Revolver" in his hand.

He had crafted another Occupational Weapon for himself with the remaining materials. So far, he had two revolvers. Although it was somewhat strange to hold a revolver in each hand, it wasn't unusable.

Before Hungry Monkey activated the Fighter Profession, he had no plans to go to the secret realm.

He also had the good timing now to practice his shooting skills.

And the simplest method to practice shooting was to feed on bullets; luckily, he didn't have much except for a surplus of bullets. In the Nothingness Space, the '9mm' bullet production line required only 10 Star Coins to produce 10,000 bullets.

This was undoubtedly much cheaper than buying bullets from the personal player panel.

If the "Python R6 Revolver", this Occupational Weapon, were to be purchased directly from the panel, the price would be 10 Star Coins for 30 bullets, which is equivalent to 1 Star Coin for 3 bullets—exorbitantly expensive.

"Bang, bang!"

Chen Miao held the revolver in his left hand, leaning against a tombstone, and kept shooting at the sparrows flying in the sky.

Soon, a full round was fired.

Not a single hit.

Chen Miao's temper slowly flared up; with an expressionless face, he reloaded and opened fire again, but once more, he missed with the entire round.

Fully enraged, Chen Miao's expression turned icy as he continually loaded, fired, ejected the cylinder, and reloaded.

Not far off, Hungry Monkey, who also had a considerable amount of temper burning within, swung his fists non-stop, his eyes reddened and slightly fierce.

Just like that.

"Bang, bang, boom!"

"Bang, bang, boom!"

The strident sounds of gunshots and the whoosh of fists seemed to blend into a "Symphony of the Undead", echoing over the entire cemetery, while the guard at the cemetery gate continued as if he heard nothing, his wrinkled face gazing at the small television inside the guardroom.

As one grows old, one tends to become hard of hearing.

As for everyone else, there was no way they could hear—quietly resting underneath the ground.

Sometimes you have to admit, living in a suburban cemetery does have its perks; firing away with such abandon would definitely be impossible in the downtown center.

At that moment—

Chen Miao's player panel suddenly received a message from Doctor Gou.

"An Experience Secret Realm is about to open, want to go?"

"Not many people know about it. I've contacted some old friends from before, and I've managed to get you two entry spots."

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ps: Typos will be corrected post-publication.

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