I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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It meant a lot.

If not for the occurrence of this fixed event, I believe that from then on, this middle-aged man would have had a good time.

Perhaps it was such a strong sense of regret and unwillingness that turned this middle-aged man into a resentful spirit.

But now there was no time to indulge in these emotions.

"Claim the prize!"

Hungry Monkey immediately handed the lottery ticket to the waiting staff member at the lottery station. With the situation being urgent, everything was kept simple, with no unnecessary procedures. They didn't even check the authenticity of the ticket, and taxes were omitted. The prize money was transferred directly into Hungry Monkey's account.

Ten million.

Quick and clean.

This wasn't just because the Zhenba City government had already ordered that all departments fully cooperate, with all processes being omitted and any issues to be resolved after reconstruction. It was also because Hungry Monkey and his companions were holding so many guns, their sheer presence deterred any opposition.

Once the ten million was in his account, Hungry Monkey and Zhou Shen parted ways. He took a group of people and headed straight for a hospital. He needed to use this money to pay off the medical bills of the man's widow and give the rest to the man's children.

Finding the specific information about this man, it was easy to locate which hospital his wife was in.

Miao's second mission had come in; they had to split up and act separately. He was responsible for concluding the first mission, while Zhou Shen took on the second.

...

"..."

Chen Miao looked calmly at the old man whose hair had already turned white and politely helped him to his seat. After patiently listening to his story, he looked at the panel that popped up.

'Ding, congratulations on triggering the hidden mission, The Lifetime of Waiting.'

'Mission content: Speak the words that the old man has kept in his heart for a lifetime.'

'Mission reward: Receive the car fare from the old man, a special E-rank skill "Sealed Lips Spell," and the car fare will belong to the player.'

The story was simple.

The old man was in his seventies this year. A long, long time ago, when he was young, he had a childhood sweetheart who lived next door. They would go to school together every day, and after doing their homework, they would play together.

It was a very happy life.

Carefree and joyful.

During this time, the old man developed feelings for his childhood sweetheart. Finally, in his senior year of high school, he mustered the courage to confess. He called his childhood sweetheart to a small grove and said he had something to tell her.

The boy stood there, his face turning red and his palms sweating so much they began soaking his sleeves.

Under the girl's gaze, he stuttered and couldn't say a word.

In the end, the girl ran off giggling.

Not long after, they both got into the same university in Zhenba City, and after graduating, they worked at the same company. The man had countless opportunities to confess, but every time he chickened out, the words dying on his lips.

Even when he was nearing forty, the man had never confessed, nor had he married. The girl had also grown up, also unmarried.

Finally—

The man felt the timing should be right, but that's when the world went through Transcendentalization. The global landscape changed suddenly, and many things happened, causing the man and the woman to lose contact.

It was the most chaotic time right after the world became Supernatural.

Afterwards, the man waited alone in Zhenba City.

The day before the fixed event, the old man, who was sitting at his own doorstep blankly basking in the sun, suddenly saw his childhood sweetheart on the road. She had returned to Zhenba City.

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The elderly man, agitated with emotion, stepped forward and added a friend through his wristwatch.

He didn't ask if the other party was married. At this age, he had no expectations left; he simply wanted to express the feelings he had when he was young. This matter had become the obsession of his lifetime.

At this moment, he didn't care whether the other party accepted or not, or whether they had a family. Continue reading on empire

He just wanted to express his feelings.

So the old man stayed up all night, rehearsing countless times in his heart. At long last, he remembered the words he had thought of in his youth, prepared to ask his childhood sweetheart out the next day to express his feelings. However, at that time...

A fixed event, the Sea of Human Suffering, descended.

And as a result, the old man died.

A strong sense of injustice, decades of it, transformed the old man directly into a Resentful Spirit. It's a simple story.

...

The story is simple; so is the mission.

Zhou Shen quickly located the old man's childhood sweetheart. Looking at the old lady with a wrinkled face, his expression was somewhat complex and guarded. It was impressive how she could wait so long without confessing her feelings.

A maiden in her prime, she waited for you without marrying until she was 40—doesn't that say enough?

But this old lady was also a stubborn one. If the other party was too timid to confess, couldn't she take the initiative to speak up?

Just waiting rigidly?

But now was not the time to think about these things. He sighed softly and then looked at the old lady in front of him, who seemed somewhat puzzled, and said in a deep voice, "An old gentleman sent me. He has some words he wants to say to you."

"He kept these words in his heart for many years, and it's unfortunate that he has left this world, so he can only have me relay the message for him."

"He said that he didn't know how to write the word 'like,' only that ever since he saw you, all the beauty in the world became dull in comparison, and you occupied his entire heart. One day you asked him if he seemed to have something on his mind."

"At that time, he just squeezed out a smile and said nothing."

"After returning home, he opened his diary and wrote down a sentence, 'Today, my sweetheart asked me if I had something on my mind.'

"He wasn't good with words..."

Zhou Shen's expression became a bit more solemn as he recited verbatim the words that the old gentleman never uttered for decades—yes, the old gentleman had given them the script.

After this speech ended.

The old lady before his eyes, although her hair was snowy white, one could vaguely see that she must have been quite beautiful when she was young. Now, her eyes were filled with tears, her hands covering her face as she sat on the chair. Her voice trembled with sobs as she said.

"I waited for him my entire life, and he finally spoke up."

"I never married."

"I spent my whole life waiting for him. Other than him, I wanted no one else."

"After the world underwent Transcendentalization, I searched for him a long time. I know he was a proud man; a long time ago, he told me that if he ever had the chance to be a superhuman, he would surely be the strongest."

"The city-state effect in Zhenba City had no use for the Supernatural. I thought he would definitely go to the Federal Capital City to develop. I have been to 128 main cities in the Federation and never found him. I never thought he would stay in Zhenba City all along."

"Such a proud man he was. After the world went through Transcendentalization, how could he be content with being an ordinary person?"

"..."

Zhou Shen touched his nose and remained silent, not saying anything. What could he say? Even he, a bystander, felt regretful. How great it would have been had the old gentleman still been alive at this time to hold this old lady in his arms. The thought of such a scene was much comforting.

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