I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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"After all, it's a limited hidden occupation, and I estimate its power isn't low. Since we've seen it, not taking one would feel like a bit of a loss."

"You go and see who wants this opportunity."

Yuan Buping, who was sitting to the side, twitched the corners of his mouth for a bit, but eventually he still raised his head to look at the members of the Tomb Guardians sitting on both sides of the long table having breakfast. For some reason, everyone who had been chatting so merrily just a moment ago now all had their heads bowed, staring intently at their food as though there were flowers on it, watching so earnestly.

Their focus on eating was unparalleled.

There was a certain attitude of turning a deaf ear to everything outside the window and focusing solely on the meal in front of them.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Yuan Buping felt a bit embarrassed and lowered his head, not daring to meet Chen Miao's gaze. He naturally understood the thoughts of his buddies—they all felt like they couldn't withstand the torment of those 12 hours.

But these people had also been with him for a long time.

Seeing them act so cowardly at this time made him feel like he was losing face in front of Miao.

Whether or not they could get it was one thing.

But whether or not they had the courage to try was another matter altogether.

"Forget it."

But quickly, Chen Miao shook his head again, "Let's leave this opportunity for someone else for now. I've noticed that Wang Mang is already a bit mentally unstable, and those who scored high seem to have some issues as well."

"This hidden occupation is a bit difficult to obtain."

"Compared with combat power, mental strength is a bit more important."

"Huh!"

Yuan Buping breathed a sigh of relief as if a burden had been lifted, "Yes, yes, Miao is absolutely right."

Zhou Shen, sitting to the side, also shook his head with a sense of helplessness. He considered himself someone who would stop at nothing to climb higher, but... he had to admit that he couldn't bear the pain of those 12 hours either.

This wasn't just a mighty test of perseverance.

It also tested physical endurance and the limits of one's mental resilience.

Most people simply couldn't hold on, even if you promised them ten million billion. If they couldn't endure, they just couldn't, unless they were tortured in such a way that control was taken out of their hands. After all, in the Secret Realm, you definitely won't die, so it's certain that one can hold on then.

But...

The trap lies just there. In this secret realm, you can create automated machines, but control always remains in your hands. If you want to stop, you can stop anytime, and you cannot set up machines that take control away from you.

It's like being told to eat a lump of crap for a million dollars.

Quite a few people would be tempted.

But still, many would refuse, and those who refuse, if forced to eat it, wouldn't find it impossible to swallow. This is how subjective initiative comes into play; people subconsciously avoid doing things that could cause them harm, but it also reduces their potential.

"Let's go."

Having finished his breakfast quickly, Chen Miao wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, then leaned on his cane and walked towards the road not far away, where the Hell Bus was already waiting for him.

...

"Cheer up, cheer up!!!"

On the 78th floor of the Secret Realm Building in Broken Pot City, the noise at this moment was deafening. Usually, this floor was almost empty, but today it was exceptionally crowded, it couldn't even accommodate everyone.

They simply broadcast the live feed directly to the television station, allowing those who just wanted to watch the excitement to do so without having to come to the Secret Realm Building, all from the comfort of their own homes.

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And those who came to the scene were all ready to vie for this Hidden Occupation slot.

The slots were limited.

There were only nine left, and by all accounts, the scene should have been fiercely competitive, with no shortage of overt confrontations and covert tricks. No one should have been showing any pleasant faces to each other, and yet, strangely enough, everyone here was continuously yielding and even cheering each other on, looking quite harmonious.

One wouldn't have guessed they were competitors.

Many people, after learning from dozens of rounds, had found some tricks, like a muscular man who now stepped forward, staggering toward the vortex entrance, his head, engulfed in drunken stupor, seemed not quite clear.

This was someone who had drunk alcohol.

Indeed a good idea to numb the pain.

Unfortunately, this man obviously hadn't done enough market research. Anyone who had would know that whether it's alcohol or anesthesia, once you enter this secret realm, these effects will be cleared, and the mind will become extremely lucid.

To score 66 points in this secret realm, there were almost no shortcuts to take; one could only rely on endurance. That's the meaning of Ascetic Monk.

Chen Miao didn't care for these matters and casually walked into one of the vortex entrances. There was no need to queue, and the Secret Realm soon opened. Everyone's ticket cost 1 credit point, and his was the same.

Since it was a sure loss, there was no need to lose a lot of money.

Goals differed.

His goal was to endure more external injuries, ensuring time for the wounds to heal, which would eat into his time for Kung Fu. Plus, the points from external injuries would definitely be far fewer than those from Crushed Egg.

Since he couldn't compete, there was no need to distinguish himself. His main purpose was to eliminate the "Zhiren Race" within his body.

...

Chen Miao's presence didn't cause much stir. With most people going for Crushed Egg, Chen Miao's high-speed blade rotation machine didn't make much of an impact. Rather, quite a few clever people came up with new methods.

Why must one crush their eggs?

As long as one reached 660,000 points, that was enough; there was no need to put oneself through a living hell. But soon, everyone realized something.

That was, with 660,000 points, one needed to earn about 60,000 points per hour.

Which meant 1,000 points per minute.

Aside from Crushed Egg, there was basically no other way to get 1,000 points in a minute. Knife wounds were far from enough; one Crushed Egg gave 1,000 points instantly, just close the eyes, stop the thinking.

The rest could be left to time.

As long as one survived 12 hours, the world was their oyster, and their future self would likely be someone remarkable.

In other words, aside from Crushed Egg, there was no other way to gather 660,000 points in 12 hours. The condition for acquiring this Ascetic Monk Hidden Occupation was, plainly speaking, continuous egg crushing for 12 hours.
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Why could this occupation be called Ascetic Monk? It felt more appropriate to call it "Eunuch".

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"Yuan Buping."

With a complex expression, Hungry Monkey looked at the group in front of him, "Tell me honestly, if you had come across this opportunity before you knew Miao, would you have taken it?"

"I wouldn't."

Before Yuan Buping could respond, the Black Doctor shook his head and spoke, "It's not just a matter of persisting until the end. Not everyone has the psychological endurance needed. If someone's tolerance was just a little bit lacking, even if they persevered, they could end up insane."

"Yuan Buping couldn't handle it."