I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

This was his self-created skill, which he called—

"BIG FLY"!

Meaning bold flying—so long as one has the guts, they can fly to the ends of the earth.

With one massive shot, a huge missile composed of twenty thousand bullets materialized in the air, and under his control, it hovered in front of him like a maglev train.

He jumped on it.

Grabbing a protruding part that could be gripped.

Then, with a thought, the missile shot forward at an alarming speed!

Was there any vehicle faster than his missile?

Except for not being very safe and not usable within the city, there basically wasn't much difference. Your next chapter is on empire

Soon—

He arrived at the next Deep Pit, marked "012." It wasn't until he reached the bottom that he saw the Rainbow Portal that should have been there was gone.

After visiting several Deep Pits in succession, he found no trace of the Rainbow Portal.

It wasn't until he came to Deep Pit "019" that he found the Rainbow Portal still there. But before he could get excited, he saw another door open at the bottom of the pit, and a little dwarf poked its head out mockingly at him, sneering.

"%￥".

Then quickly retracted the portal and shut the door without looking back.

Chen Miao's expressionless face stayed fixed on the closed door. Although he couldn't understand the meaning, through those two syllables, he subconsciously felt the other party must have said the word "clown."

And as the portal disappeared, the gravity of the Deep Pit returned to normal as well.

He didn't bother with the other Deep Pits. If nothing unexpected had occurred, the portals in other pits would have been removed by now. Without the constant influx of zombies, the ones outside were merely live targets—once eliminated, the recurring event of the Sea of Zombies would conclude.

He had saved the lives of tens of millions of people in Broken Pot City.

This deed, if publicized, would make him famous overnight.

But at that moment, he had absolutely no interest in such acclaim, his brow furrowed in deep thought. He wondered about the identity of those dwarfs. At first, he had assumed they were part of the High-Dimensional Civilization responsible for the transcendentalization of Blue Star.

After all, this world lay just beyond a mysterious artifact, so that line of thought didn't seem too far-fetched.

But he quickly realized that this was unlikely.

Firstly, the technological level of this world appeared no different from Blue Star's, showing no signs of a high-dimensional civilization. Secondly, if it really were such a civilization, there should have been myriad ways to keep the portal from falling into his hands.

The main point was...

The expression on the dwarf's face when it saw him was one of anger and defiance, not shock.

Was that kind of expression normal?

No, it wasn't.

A normal person, any normal person, would surely be shocked upon seeing an alien. Even if your face is expressionless, shouldn't your heart at least stir?

Unless... you already knew about extraterrestrial beings in this world and had not only seen them but also had numerous encounters with them.

In that case, shock would indeed be absent.

These dwarfs had encountered human beings.

He might have a rough guess as to what these dwarfs were—he felt they were also people from Blue Star, perhaps a civilization from deep within Blue Star's core.

There has always been a belief on Blue Star that an underground civilization exists, and even conspiracy theories which argue that all life should live beneath the surface, as it's the most suitable and safest environment.

It's not that life cannot be found on other planets; rather, such life hides deep under the surface, unlike Blue Star, which shouts into the cosmos asking, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

This is akin to an undressed maiden running into a dark forest teeming with perverts and crying for help.

Blue Star's true civilization should lie deep underground, with the surface civilization being a mere disguise developed by the subterranean ones.

Of course.

This is a conspiracy theory, the likelihood of its being true probably doesn't exceed one in ten million.

...

The reason he suspected the world he had just seen was a civilization deep within Blue Star's core was not just because of those dwarfs' lack of shock upon seeing him. The most important clue was the glimpse he caught of the city's corner.

There were many thick elements of Blue Star's style there.

For example, the architectural style, even the fashion of the pedestrians on the streets, and things like traffic lights.

He didn't believe an alien world could just happen to use traffic lights to regulate traffic so coincidentally.

Those dwarfs gave him the impression that they were secretly learning about Blue Star, and as beings also transcendentalized, they were developing and amassing power in the shadows, possibly possessing a deeper understanding of the supernatural than them, and even forging alliances.

For instance—

The factory that produced zombies.

Hence, the birth of the fixed event No. 68, Sea of Zombies.

It also indicated... the "Supernatural System" couldn't create things out of thin air; it had to comply with the law of conservation of energy. If something increased somewhere, something else had to decrease elsewhere.

...

Chen Miao shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He'll consider them slowly in the future. Right now, Doctor Gou's fate is still unknown in Broken Pot City. He had to quickly finish dealing with the zombies and then enter the city to investigate.

He was considering whether to inform the mayor of Fengtian City about this civilization at the center of the earth.

The mayor had mentioned that in a year, a civilization would invade Blue Star. Perhaps that civilization could be the one at the center of the earth. It was hard to say.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless missiles blasted out a clear path, and then, in the stunned silence of thousands of people in Broken Pot City, a man in a trench coat, with one hand casually behind his back, and his feet planted on a missile, flew past them at breakneck speed.

He looked as though he were a celestial being performing Sword Flight.

As his speed gradually decreased, the man jumped down from the missile. With a slight wave of his hand, the missile shot straight into the horde of zombies behind him, killing countless in the process.

He looked quite dashing.

"Damn it..."

In Broken Pot City, a man hiding on the high floors of an unfinished building witnessed this scene, pinched himself hard to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then muttered in confusion, "Wasn't it agreed that the world was undergoing transcendentalization? It feels like spiritual essence has returned."

"Can missile flight really happen in reality?"

...

Without a continuous production of zombies, the fixed event had been forcibly interrupted mid-way. Broken Pot City could now be entered normally, with the event considered an accidental interruption.

Although the event was interrupted, the zombies outside the city did not disappear because of it.

Although there were still many zombies, these zombies had become rootless weeds. They could be dealt with by the desperate folks of Broken Pot City alone, given some time.

Especially since so many people from other cities had come to help, including the main forces from Fengtian City.

But he did not take action.

If he were to fully exert himself, he estimated that he could clean up all the zombies in at most one hour.

Giant missiles at one second intervals, hitting wherever they were aimed.

For dealing with these minor creatures, there was no greater efficiency.

Yet, with no rewards and just burning through his Star Coins, he didn't have much interest in this kind of pure expenditure. No matter how cool the missile toss looked, he was throwing away Star Coins, which represented his hard-earned money.

Doctor Gou had already lost contact.

He couldn't reach him at all.

As for Zhang Liu, for reasons unknown, he couldn't be reached either, and was probably in a life-or-death situation. He really hoped Zhang wouldn't die; he quite liked this psychological doctor. Not only was he thoughtful, but most importantly, he had a special skill.

If he were to die in Broken Pot City...

He would feel somewhat guilty.

After all, it was he who had sent Zhang Liu to Broken Pot City. It was supposed to be a simple trip, but who could have expected such an event to occur?

At that moment, he suddenly remembered there was another doctor, the Black Doctor who had recently joined the Tomb Guardians, a doctor referred by Doctor Gou. He had neither the Black Doctor's contact as a friend nor his communication ID.

Even if the Black Doctor allowed contact from strangers, he would be unable to reach him.

But the Tomb Guardians had a faction chat channel.

Soon—

Through the chat channel, he was able to reach the Black Doctor, and only after learning that Doctor Gou was no longer in mortal danger did he breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the person wasn't dead, everything else was a minor issue. If he couldn't reach the Black Doctor either, it would have been really difficult.

Finding several people in such a large city still in chaos without any leads was almost as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

...

"Little Sunflower Andrology Clinic."

Within Broken Pot City.

On the chaotic streets, Chen Miao walked straight to a clinic. Looking at this inconspicuous clinic situated among countless abandoned vehicles, he remarked with some emotion.

"It's really consistent, isn't it."

As Doctor Gou had mentioned, he had indeed opened an "andrology clinic" in Broken Pot City, continuing his family's lineage.

At that moment, the Black Doctor was already waiting for him at the door.

A young man.

This young man looked quite slim and tall, very handsome and beautiful, with a somewhat feminine charm. His features were extremely delicate, and he did not look like a doctor at all.

"Black Doctor?"

Chen Miao, leaning on his cane at the clinic doorway, raised his eyebrows and said, "Doctor Gou mentioned you have a gift for medicine and that your skills are very good."

This was their first meeting, and he was curious about this young man whom Doctor Gou had praised incessantly.

"Miao, you flatter me,"

The Black Doctor seemed a bit nervous, standing to the side of the door, slightly bowed respectfully, and said, "Doctor Gou has awakened and is inside. He was very excited to hear that you were coming and even tore his stitches. It looks like he'll need restitching soon."

"Hmm,"

Chen Miao hummed noncommittally with a smile and nodded. He didn't engage further in conversation and stepped into the clinic. The kid seemed quite decent, although a bit hard of hearing; it was Doctor Gou who praised you, so why did you say he was flattering?

As soon as he entered, he heard Doctor Gou's soft yet husky excited voice.

"I've realized it, I've finally realized it!!"