I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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Every city has its own specialty.

For example, Gaobei City has its bald heads.

Fengtian City has its gunmen.

And... Broken Pot City has its desperados.

In theory, Broken Pot City was the safest city in the entire federation, as all players within it could not harm each other, which also led to a large number of desperados fleeing to the city, making it the most dangerous city in the federation.

Those who had committed crimes were qualified to run away, and were successful in doing so.

One certainly had to have a background or strength to pull it off; no nobody could manage that.

Just like the middle-aged man who was threatening Doctor Gou with a screwdriver, grinning menacingly. He looked unremarkable, dressed in a plain mechanic's uniform, resembling a truck driver. But in his original city, he was also a well-known Supernatural.

"Plum blossom?"

Having been injected with an Awakening Agent, forcibly awakened from his unconscious state, Doctor Gou felt an intense pain that seemed to pierce through his bones and was on the brink of losing consciousness again. But upon hearing the threats from the person beside him, he suddenly regained a trace of clarity and looked confusedly toward his right hand.

On the back of his right hand was an extremely vibrant plum blossom tattoo that was highly conspicuous.

The dried blood on the back of his hand made the plum blossom look like one made of blood.

After being bewildered for a long time, Doctor Gou finally lifted his left hand to vigorously rub the back of his right hand and pinched it hard with his fingernails a few times before he fell completely into bewilderment.

It was a tattoo, he was sure of it.

Not a sticker, nor graffiti. It was a tattoo embedded in his skin that would accompany him for life.

But...

He had never had a tattoo before!

He didn't even know when the tattoo had appeared; judging by its appearance, it seemed unlikely that it was done in the last few days. It likely took at least half a year to feel so natural and blend into the skin.

Although not entirely certain, he still remembered that this morning when he went out to wash his face, he shouldn't have had this tattoo, right?

This strong sense of unreality made him feel faint; he even started to doubt whether he might be dreaming. Zhang Liu had told him before that now ai pills could allow a person to enter a deep dream, where time flows much slower, allowing one to brush up on Skill Proficiency.

However, in a deep dream, one would not realize they were in a dream, as it was too similar to reality. Therefore, one needed to think of some ways to wake up from the deep dream. Maybe this plum blossom tattoo that suddenly appeared on his hand was something Zhang Liu had set up for him before he fell asleep, as a way to wake him up?

Doctor Gou's eyes grew increasingly vacant; at this moment, he even began to doubt whether he was not in a dream but in reality. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to explain the tattoo that had appeared on the back of his hand.

"..."

Doctor Gou fell silent.

He suddenly understood why the federation had banned ai pills. Dreams were not something that humans should explore, just like him at this moment, already unable to distinguish whether he was in a dream or reality.

Reality had a flaw.

A flaw he couldn't understand.

A plum blossom tattoo that never existed in his memory.

So, was this a dream, or reality?

Not giving him too long to think, seeing that Doctor Gou had been silent for a while, the man beside him finally grew impatient and, with a sinister laugh, aimed the screwdriver at Doctor Gou's hand and stabbed it forcefully.

"Puchi."

The sound of the screwdriver piercing the skin and Doctor Gou's cries of pain arose simultaneously.

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"All units in position, open fire in ten minutes."

A command was issued by the commander of the Fengtian City operations, and the army unit stationed outside Broken Pot City was ready to fire at any moment. With a single order, fireworks would rain down upon the heads of these zombies.

Chen Miao stood on the hillside, overlooking everything. His communication with Doctor Gou had been cut off.

But he had learned the general outline of events from Zhang Liu.

However, that was no longer important. What mattered now was how to ensure that Doctor Gou and the others could survive this fixed event. The number for this fixed event was 68, whereas the number for his Hell Bus ride had only been 128, which meant that the Sea of Zombies would be more difficult.

The survival rate would be even lower.

Of course, this time there were more people. People always think that as long as there is a large enough number, it won't be them who dies.

Unfortunately, everyone thinks this way.

He couldn't enter the city; he could only kill zombies outside its walls. If Doctor Gou wanted to survive these seven days, he'd have to rely on himself; no one else could save him.

Speaking of coincidences...

Normal people go their whole lives without encountering a fixed event. Fixed events are mostly not a matter of choice but happen by some strange twist of fate, like when he took the bus home but ended up on the Hell Bus.

Encountering two fixed events in a lifetime is an almost impossibility.

For someone like Doctor Gou, who had entered two fixed events in a row, that truly made him one of the chosen ones.

"Chen Miao."

Just then—

A voice reached his ear. To his surprise, the mayor of Fengtian City had also come, walking up to Chen Miao alone without any entourage and stood side by side with him, looking towards the horizon and quietly asking, "Do you know how human society progresses?"

It was clear that the mayor had something he wanted to say to him alone.

The people around them stood a good ten meters away, leaving them a relatively quiet space to themselves.

Chen Miao waved his hand to signal Hungry Monkey and the others to step back as well. Although he didn't understand what the mayor meant by his question, he still replied.

"By the efforts of countless individuals."

"The efforts of countless individuals..."

The mayor repeated the phrase, looking down. Only after a long while did he look up again, but this time there was a hint of absent-mindedness in his eyes, "In fact, the efforts of the vast majority are worthless."

"Those workers who built up the entire city through their own toil."

"The street cleaners who get up early in the cold dawns of winter."

"The teachers who spend their lifetimes educating."

"The efforts of these people are worthless."

"They can't drive any development in society. The reason they get to strive is because society is advancing. Without it, they would have nowhere to exert their efforts. That's the significance of most people's existence. When society begins to advance, we can contribute our share, pour in our Strength, but we will never become the leaders."

"That includes me."

"If you're familiar with the history of human technological development, you'd realize that most significant technological breakthroughs aren't the result of teams diligently researching and making headway bit by bit, but rather, every so often, a genius emerges. This genius, as if reborn, continues to bring forth one scientific achievement after another."

"When this person dies, technology begins to stagnate again, inching forward slowly."

"Until the next genius appears."