I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"I'll do it!"

Hungry Monkey took a deep breath, slowly rolled up his sleeves, volunteered to step forward, and took out a small knife from his bosom. He wanted to see for himself what the situation was.

He carefully controlled the blade, cutting a shallow wound about three centimeters long on Miao's arm. Blood quickly began to flow. After swiftly wiping away the blood on the surface, Hungry Monkey immediately brought over a microscope and aimed it at Miao's wound.

The next second—

An extremely shocking scene unfolded before his eyes.

On either side of the wound, tens of thousands of tiny people gathered, looking like a vast canyon on Blue Star with people crowding the cliffs on both sides, while in the middle of the canyon, scalding blood flowed.

At that moment, those tiny people were busy at their posts, weaving webs over the river like spiders spinning silk. Countless tiny people threw fine white threads across to the opposite bank, and in no time at all, a dense network of white threads had linked the two sides of the canyon together.

Immediately after.

He even faintly heard the sound of a chant. Seeing the hundreds of thousands on either side of the canyon, they pulled on the white threads vigorously, and the two sides of the canyon slowly came back together again.

Then the tiny people burrowed into the ground and disappeared completely.

Hungry Monkey gazed blankly as he moved the microscope aside, looking confusedly at the wound on Miao's body that had already healed. He turned to face Black Doctor, completely baffled, "Does everyone have so many tiny people inside them?"

"No."

Black Doctor, while sewing up his own thoracic cavity, said softly, "Only Miao has them. You can try cutting yourself if you don't believe it, but each of us has many cells."

"When our bodies are injured, these cells will do everything possible to help us repair the damage."

"This applies to everyone; you have them, I have them, anyone you pull aside has them."

"But with Miao's condition, it looks a bit like the original cells in his body have all turned into people. After these cells became human, they continued their former duties and, knowing how to use tools, they repaired the injuries at a speed many times faster than before."

"I see."

Hungry Monkey nodded thoughtfully, "Then this should be a good thing, right? At least it shows that Miao will wake up soon, and his wounds will heal particularly fast from now on."

"Hard to say."

Black Doctor shook his head expressionlessly, "In fact, the injuries on Miao's body have already been fully repaired, but he still won't wake up. So far, it's unclear why he can't."

"But there's something you need to know."

"That is, not all cells in the human body are good; there are bad cells too. The good ones have turned human, so naturally, the bad ones have become human as well. Originally, the two sides of cells were just devouring each other, but now it has turned into a real war."

"Of course, these are minor issues. From what I've observed, it's mostly a crushing victory for the good cells. But there's a big problem, do you know what the biggest problem is after cells become human?"

"The biggest difference between humans and other animals is that humans can make tools, while animals cannot."

"Crows, which can only use and make extremely simple tools, are already at the top of animal intelligence."

"But once they become human... they may not be content to stay under others."

After a long silence, Black Doctor spoke solemnly, "Just now, I discovered that there are many people, an army numbering in the billions, starting a Northern Expedition inside Miao's body, taking steps toward Miao's brain."

"Unless something unexpected happens, they're probably aiming to occupy this body."

"I've temporarily stopped them, but it's not a long-term solution. Now, I'm discussing it with you to hear your opinions."

"Stop them?"

Hungry Monkey looked at Black Doctor, somewhat bewildered, "How did you stop them?"

Black Doctor pointed to the white cloth covering Miao's feet, "Lift that cloth."

The cloth was lifted. Your journey continues on empire

Miao's feet were in a meat grinder made up of countless gears and blades. Accompanied by the quiet humming of the machine, numerous blades repeatedly sliced at Miao's feet.

Chunks of flesh flew about.

But shockingly, all the wounds healed rapidly, and although they were immediately broken again, the healing speed was visibly swift.

"I've cut off their supply line, urgently recalled the soldiers preparing for the Northern Expedition, and had them focus solely on repairing the wounds on Miao's feet. They haven't the time for a Northern Expedition."

"These people don't think too much."

"Their primary goal is to repair the damage."

"Their secondary goal might be to start the Northern Expedition, after all, if they want to occupy this body, they certainly don't want a body full of holes on the brink of death. So as long as there is injury on Miao's body, they temporarily can't spare the effort for a Northern Expedition."

"..."

Hungry Monkey stared at the scene unfolding before him, his mouth twitching wildly. Meanwhile, Black Doctor had already jumped down from the operating table. He nonchalantly walked over to Chen Miao, lit a cigarette, and began to inhale and exhale smoke.

He could even see a few wisps of smoke leaking out from the sutured wound in Black Doctor's abdomen.

For some reason, he was now somewhat afraid of this ordinary man.

Although this person wasn't a supernatural being, there was something about him that seemed excessively abnormal. He didn't look like a doctor at all; his eyes lacked the usual thirst that a doctor has for saving lives and healing the wounded, and instead held a casual indifference towards death, a feeling he was evidently used to.

"But after all, this is just a temporary measure, not a long-term solution, and these are all just my speculations. I'm not certain if things are really this way, but my intuition tells me it's probably better not to have hundreds of millions of troops advancing into Miao's brain,"

"After all, Miao's brain isn't injured. Having so many people rush over there would be utterly condemnable."

"It's as if the imperial city is clearly in no danger, yet you, a border defense general, suddenly brings 200,000 soldiers from outside the territory all the way to the imperial city. What could possibly be the reason for this? There's no need to explain, is there?"

"It can't possibly be just to pay respects in your later years, right?"

...

Even though Hungry Monkey and the others had seen their fair share of crisis, the sight before them rendered them speechless for a long time. After a while, Zhou Shen said softly, "If, as you say, these people intend to invade Miao's brain..."

"Then, could this be some kind of curse?"

"And the only way to stop the curse from taking effect is to create a massive amount of wounds? To keep those people busy, so they don't have the time or energy to carry out their invasion?"

"That's right."

Zhou Shen nodded, "This is the only method I've found so far. Actually, the first solution I considered was a complete blood transfusion, to replace all the blood in Miao's body, which would flush out those little people, but unfortunately, they don't just live in the blood."

"And even though they are most likely transformed from cells, once they become human-like, their movement patterns are completely different from those of cells. They can freely move through any part of the human body."

"Phew!"

Hungry Monkey took a deep breath, looking toward the machine enveloping Miao's legs with spinning blades, and his eyelids uncontrollably started twitching like crazy again, "This kind of injury... it won't leave Miao in a coma forever, will it?"

"No."

"These external wounds won't affect whether Miao can wake up. I can't find the reason why Miao can't wake up right now, but most likely it has something to do with those little people. Miao must have encountered some extremely horrifying crisis. Even though he made it out, his body was left with a curse."

"Like these little people..."

"..."

Hungry Monkey and the others fell silent, finding themselves in a damn difficult situation. They were indeed anxious, but they also were truly at a loss for what to do. Apart from waiting and watching here, there was nothing else they could do.

And just then—

Chen Miao, who had been lying on the operating table, suddenly opened his eyes slowly. At first, his gaze was a bit vacant, but it soon regained clarity. As soon as he became lucid, Chen Miao looked down at his own legs.

He saw the continuously operating machine brutally mutilating his legs.

"Miao, you're awake?!"

Hungry Monkey, visibly excited, rushed forward and then was about to begin reporting, "Miao, inside your body..."

"I know,"

Chen Miao, appearing tired, raised his hand to interrupt Hungry Monkey, "I've been unconscious these past few days, but my consciousness has been clear. I could hear all of your conversations."

"Ah?"

Taken aback, Hungry Monkey glanced at Miao's feet subconsciously, "Then Miao, you could feel this machine too...?"

"Yes, I could always feel it."

"Black Doctor, when did you turn on this machine?"

"The first day."

"..."

Hungry Monkey immediately fell silent, his mouth twitching slightly, which meant, while Miao was fully conscious, they had subjected his legs to machine blade torture for two straight days and nights? No wonder Miao looked so tired; it would be strange if he weren't.

"Give me that cigarette,"

Although Chen Miao had come to, he looked quite exhausted. He propped himself up slightly and leaned against the head of the bed. Taking the cigarette offered by Hungry Monkey, he took a deep drag, then casually flicked the ash into the tray that held the surgical knives nearby.

After a long pause, he spoke softly,

"Don't all look at me with that kind of eyes. It's a small issue; I was hit by a minor curse, just like the Black Doctor guessed, more or less. You did guess quite accurately."

Hearing the praise, a nearly imperceptible glint of joy appeared in the Black Doctor's eyes, though his expression remained indifferent as he continued, "I once self-studied forensic science for a period. Nearly 90 percent of the injuries on Miao's body are self-inflicted."

"The traces of injury indicate wounds caused by self-harm."

"There are gunshot entries, bullet wounds."

"And most abundantly, blunt force wounds that seem to have been caused by forceful slashes from a not particularly sharp weapon."

"Moreover, many of the wounds are extremely fresh, inflicted no more than 10 minutes ago, and at that time, you, Miao, were supposed to be on the Hell Bus, where no one could harm you."

"I was then thinking about what kind of situation would force you to inflict such relentless harm upon yourself."