I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Hmm."

Yuan Buping somewhat helplessly spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Although he was very dissatisfied with Black Doctor's lack of emotional intelligence in the response, he actually couldn't refute it since the statement was really not without reason.

This truly wasn't something that an ordinary person could endure.

In fact, forget about many times.

Even just once, he was impressed.

Having already experienced that kind of severe pain once, to willingly undergo it again, the willpower alone was not something that could be compared to an ordinary person's. It was no wonder that so many people entered this secret realm, yet only a minority could persist to the second instance.

Most people, after experiencing it once, would immediately declare forfeiture.

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12 hours quickly passed.

Chen Miao's stint in the secret realm had come to an end, his time spent there was the longest. Theoretically, this secret realm allowed participants to concede defeat early. That is to say, as long as four people conceded, the secret realm could end ahead of time.

When there happened to be a tough individual in the secret realm, and the others saw no hope in catching up, they would choose to forfeit automatically.

However...

This time, the four people Chen Miao was matched with weren't tough individuals by any means, far less shocking than Crushed-Egg and Childbearing Sis, and forfeited early on. Yet... there was another rule stating that even if four people conceded, as long as the individual with the highest score didn't want the secret realm to end early, it had to continue until the 12 hours were over.

Quickly.

Chen Miao walked out of the vortex, leaning on a cane, with a hint of faint exhaustion on his face. He looked towards Hungry Monkey and the others in the hall, waved his hand, signaling that it was time to return home to sleep. It was already past one in the morning. Stay updated with empire

At this time, the hall was no longer as bustling as during the day, with only a few hundred people standing there.

Many looked at Chen Miao's retreating figure filled with confusion and puzzlement.

Nearly everyone was unclear about Chen Miao's purpose in entering the secret realm, which was originally used for negotiation when two gangs didn't want to start a fight but still had to divide interests, ending up settling their differences in the secret realm.

The most significant use of the secret realm now was naturally to obtain the 'Ascetic Monk' rare hidden profession.

Or to be like Crushed-Egg, attracted by the high entry ticket reward.

But the question is—

Chen Miao was there neither to resolve grievances, nor to acquire the 'Ascetic Monk' rare hidden profession, nor for the high entry ticket reward. So what exactly was he there for?

To let himself be tortured for 12 hours?

Must be sick, right?

Wait... could it actually be an illness? m?

For a moment, a number of people looked at Chen Miao's departing figure with strange expressions, a little lost for words. Could it be that Chen Miao really had such a preference? It had long been heard that high-level supernatural beings played quite extravagantly in private, but it was unexpected that it was really true.

It was at this moment that people also recalled that it was Chen Miao's high entry ticket reward that had attracted everyone's attention to this place in the first place.

...

Go home, eat, sleep.

Chen Miao didn't engage in any superfluous actions and crisply dove into his bed. At this moment, he felt extremely drowsy, almost on the verge of passing out, constantly bleeding, his body felt uncontrollably exhausted.

When he got up for breakfast the next day, Black Doctor examined him while bringing some good news.

The number of 'Zhiren Race' inside his body had significantly decreased.

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Following the pattern, after eight more times, it was basically possible to completely clear it.

"Pretty good."

Chen Miao put down the chopsticks in his hand, glanced at the sun that had risen midway in the sky, adjusted his clothing, and strode toward the Hell Bus parked on the highway. Now it seemed that the "Zhiren Race" wasn't much after all.

As long as the corresponding clearance method could be found, it was quite simple.

...

In the blink of an eye.

Eight days had passed.

A lot had happened during these eight days. To Broken Pot City, it seemed as if nothing had changed, yet everything had. The fame of the D-level Secret Realm "The Game of the Brave" had already spread to over a dozen surrounding cities.

Perhaps even the government of Broken Pot City hadn't expected that one day Broken Pot City could even develop its tourism industry.

Yes, that's right.

The 78th floor of the Secret Realm Building in Broken Pot City had evolved into a tourist attraction, with countless visitors flocking here daily to grin and bear the live broadcast of the Crushing Egg process.

Though it might sound a bit unseemly, in reality, it was rare to see such a thing.

So far, out of the 9 remaining professions of the "Ascetic Monk," 6 remained.

It had to be said that this continent was never short of tough people; even though the conditions for acquiring this profession were so harsh, with a staggering 660,000 points intimidating almost everyone, there were always those who defied the odds. In these eight days, three people had successfully seized this limited rare hidden profession of "Ascetic Monk."

And the exclusive effects of the Ascetic Monk profession had been revealed.

Not bad at all.

Occupation Effect: "Any damage received will be converted into a fixed 1% of the damage, and the body's skin will petrify, immune to all control effects."

A pretty good occupation effect, considered quite decent among those of this level's occupation effects.

It's just...

Chen Miao pondered as he looked at the occupation effect panel released on the internet. He always felt he had recently seen something very similar to this effect somewhere before. Was it an item, a skill, or perhaps a boss?

He had forgotten.

But what he could assert was that this occupation effect was quite familiar.

In some ways, the occupation effect was very powerful. Theoretically, even if one were to be struck in the head by a nuclear bomb and suffer grievously, they would be unscathed because no matter how severe the damage received, it would only ever result in a fixed 1% of damage. However, it was useless to him.

If every bullet hit its mark, he could take the person down with 100 bullets; no need for a full magazine.

Simpler than killing a minor monster.

Or to put it another way, not just him but all supernatural individuals with the Gunman Profession would be the bane of those with the "Ascetic Monk" hidden occupation. If this occupation's panel had not been exposed, then the threat posed by this occupation would have greatly increased. It was uncertain what the person who disclosed this occupation panel was thinking.

Logically, the fewer people who knew about such things, the stronger those with this occupation would be.

This was also why hidden occupations were so powerful.

A large part of the reason was that only you knew the exact effects of your occupation. Even though the outside world might guess some things based on your usual combat, that was still just conjecture, one-sided, and not comprehensive.

The true effect was known only to yourself.

At the crucial moment, it could deliver a fatal strike to an enemy.

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