I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Apart from that, no other information was known.

"Yes, it's exactly what you're thinking,"

The young man pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his chest, handed one to Chen Miao and the Hungry Monkeys, then lit one for himself and tossed it into his mouth, exhaling a long plume of smoke before he continued, "And the size of the actual hole can vary greatly."

"It might be a water pipe that has gone un-repaired for years and developed a leak."

"It could also be a small pit on a rooftop that was pummelled by hail."

"More likely, it's a gutter that's torn a hole."

"It could even be a man's asshole."

"There are just too many possibilities. How many holes are there on Blue Star? There're simply too many to count. Trying to find the real body of this huge hole from the countless infinite ones is like looking for a fantasy in a night talk."

Chen Miao didn't speak but just looked up at the hole above his head and pondered for a long time before finally saying, "If it's as you said, then the range should be able to be narrowed down. Firstly, this huge hole has been draining constantly, but the amount of drainage isn't large."

"This means the actual hole itself must be continuously draining as well, so we can probably rule out human organs, as they can't sustain drainage over a long period."

"The real hole should be somewhere where it's raining, or an old, un-repaired drain."

"Not only do these criteria need to be met, but the drainage must also gradually accelerate to maximum within 72 hours. Only then can it meet the prerequisite conditions for a flood-based end of the world."

"That's right."

At this moment, an elderly man walked over from the side, looked Chen Miao up and down, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "There's no false reputation under a great name; you are truly the rising star who has recently gained major recognition. The think tank from Jingjiu City has come to the same conclusion."

"And they've urgently collected water samples to the lab for comparison with samples from other regions. If these samples turn out to be industrial wastewater, then we can further narrow down the target of the search."

"This is one of the Federal plans."

"If we can successfully locate the body, then this global event could be completely resolved. But that's only the best outcome, and even with so many filtering criteria, Blue Star is vast. Forget about a tiny hole; human society is already full of holes and defects, and they are simply too numerous to find."

"If really we can't find it..."

"Then we'll have to implement the second plan."

"And this plan would be a devastating blow to all of humanity on Blue Star, but at least it's much better than only 10 million people surviving."

The elder looked calmly at the busy workers around him and said, "This second plan is called the 'Human Shuffling' Plan. The method is simple: transport all humans to an F-class Secret Realm called 'Death in 79 Days'."

"It's a large-scale secret realm. Although it's only F-class, the lowest level, it is indeed the most difficult one in this category."

"Very few people have entered this secret realm."

"This secret realm is one of the extremely rare narrative-type secret realms in F-class, requiring supernatural beings to explore and survive for 79 days. The mortality rate is extremely high, and most importantly, even if you clear the realm, the reward wouldn't be very high—it's, after all, an F-class secret realm."

"According to the Federal Think Tank's selection, this secret realm is the best choice. Firstly, it's an F-class, meaning there are no level restrictions and ordinary people can enter as well. Additionally, the 79 days time span just bypasses the flooding on Blue Star, which lasts for 77 days, so people can come out right after the waters recede."

"And this secret realm is not a City Secret Realm but a public one; every city has this secret realm. By expanding the entrance to the secret realm, city governments everywhere can send more people into the realm in a short period."

"Death in 79 Days?"

Chen Miao frowned and pondered deeply for a long while before saying, "The mortality rate for this secret realm must not be low."

He had never heard of this secret realm, whose entrance was located in the Secret Realm Building, meaning it had already been perfectly cleared, and since his debut, he had rarely visited the Secret Realm Building to enter secret realms; he almost never went to perfectly cleared ones.

He always visited new secret realms.

As for these older secret realms, he really didn't know much.

But even without having heard of this secret realm, knowing it was a narrative type and that survival was required for 79 days was enough for him to make a rough judgment about it.

"Yes,"

The wrinkled old man in fabric clothes nodded calmly, "It's a large secret realm where groups of 100 can enter. For regular beings of this level, the mortality rate is about 45%."

"That is, out of 100 people who enter, 55 can come out alive."

"But for ordinary people, the mortality rate could be about 80%, meaning out of 100 people, only 20 might come out alive."

"For someone old like me whose occupation is a Lifestyle Occupation 'Scholar', death is almost certain, including for many of the elderly, frail, or sick. Hence the name of the plan 'Shuffling'."

"After this reshuffling, the number of humans will be greatly reduced, but those who remain will have gone through a baptism of blood, and we also don't need to worry about the death of some high-end scientific talent; for high-caliber individuals, we will arrange for some powerful Supernaturals to enter the Secret Realm with them."

"A Supernatural of around level 20 can basically ensure the survival of 99 ordinary people within the Secret Realm. After all, no matter how tough this F grade Secret Realm is, it's just an F grade, and a level 20 Supernatural can already attack from a higher dimension."

"This is currently the most feasible plan we have."

Chen Miao didn't speak; at first, he hadn't thought that the Secret Realm could be used to get through this crisis, which was an angle he hadn't considered. This meant he now had an additional option, and for him, the Secret Realm definitely posed no crisis.

Thinking about it that way...

Even though the harm brought about by this global event might be catastrophic, and some high-level Supernaturals would never die no matter what, it seemed that as long as one increased their strength, most problems could be resolved.

"Of course—"

The elder suddenly sighed, "Naturally, if we had a choice, we'd prefer to find the true source of this gateway. Otherwise, even if we manage to save a portion of the human seed, the entire Blue Star will be submerged in floodwaters for 77 days."

"Seawater can corrode nearly all human structures."

"Rebuilding human society by then will be an extremely complex and tedious task."

At this moment, Hungry Monkey couldn't help but speak up softly, "Isn't it all because you guys in the Federation made the Job Transfer Books for Supernatural Occupations so expensive? If you had controlled the price a bit and allowed everyone to become a Supernatural, we wouldn't even need to consider this problem of preserving the human seed."

"..."

The elder looked at Hungry Monkey and, after a long pause, said softly, "If everyone became a Supernatural, everyone a consumer with no producers, how could society function?"

"Who would open the spicy soup shops in the morning?"

"Who would run the vegetable stands?"

Seeing the elder's response, Hungry Monkey retorted, somewhat unconvinced, "You make it sound as if only by choosing a certain Lifestyle Occupation can one work in that field. If I transfer to a fighter, can't I open a spicy soup shop anymore?"

"You're a fighter right now. Have you opened a spicy soup shop?"

"Is that the same thing?"

"How is it not the same? When a person has abilities that can be called nothing short of superhuman, you expect him to open a spicy soup shop? Impossible. If everyone in the world were Supernatural, everything would fall into chaos, many people must take on the role of producers for society to function properly."

The elder shook his head and did not continue the topic, "Let's not talk about these matters anymore; now is not the time. Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Patriarch of the Imperial City Wang Family, as well as the main commander here."

"What you see all around you is part of another plan."

"The reason I have come to find you personally and have talked to you so much is that you have become quite famous recently and have created many miracles. I have always believed that someone who continuously creates miracles is far more likely to do it again compared to others."

"I think if it's you, perhaps you can find the true source of this gateway."

"Heh."

Chen Miao suddenly laughed, resting both hands on his cane as he looked at the elder with a half-smile, "Elder sir, are you assigning me a mission? Unless I'm mistaken, last time I resolved the incident with Hell's Gate in Zhenba City, I didn't receive any reward, right?"

"Let's not even mention rewards; I didn't even receive one letter of commendation from the Federation."

"In my eyes, the credibility of the Federation isn't very high."

The elder looked up at Chen Miao. "So what?"

"Do you care about that? Suppose the Federation were to praise you grandly, would you be happy? The reason for the last incident's downplay was because someone was sabotaging it behind the scenes. I might as well tell you, it was Lord Miao's parents obstructing this matter."

"The reason is simple."

"Lord Miao's parents don't wish to acknowledge you as their son-in-law, nor do they want to record the fact that their daughter married a ghost. They don't want you to take advantage of this and harass them incessantly. Plus, you outsmarted Zhang Wanlin at that time, and he was also hindering this."

"With a lack of pushback, the matter was easily blocked."

"It's easy to understand, isn't it? In this complex web of the Federation's interests, it's only natural to have twists and turns. Some people like you, and it's certain that some don't. But you've misunderstood something; I'm not assigning you a task."

"I'm just curious to see if you can create another miracle."

At that moment—

A young woman approached quickly from not far away, calling out urgently, "Elder Wang, the analytic results are out. The main components are water, glucose, and proteins, inorganic salts, and relatively small particles, in other words, urine."