I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

The half-meter tall Rainbow Portal, sat quietly in his space backpack's grid, constantly rotating. At this moment, he was curious about one thing—that the portal itself was a prop.

The Prop Effect was that 100,000 Star Coins could be spent to create 1 million zombies within seven days, and if the zombies died too quickly, it could even be 10 million zombies.

Could this inherent prop effect still be used?

If it could be used,

in some ways, this prop was also like a weakened version of an Insect Tribe Priest.

At least it was much cheaper than summoning by an Insect Tribe Priest, which started at 1 Star Coin each. Even summoning 10 million of the lowest-level Insect Clan Creatures would cost at least 10 million Star Coins.

He was getting a bargain.

All he needed was 100,000 Star Coins.

Although each zombie was quite weak and couldn't even beat some of the more ferocious Lifestyle Professions, their advantage lay in their numbers, and they were cheap enough. The main reason it was considered a weakened version of an Insect Tribe Priest was because there was a limit to how many could be summoned.

Even if he had more money, he could only summon up to 10 million at most.

After seven days, the prop could be used a second time, and the first batch of summoned zombies would turn to dust and disperse into the universe. There was a limit to the number.

Unlike the Insect Tribe Priest—although summoning them was expensive, as long as one had enough money, there was no limit to the number of creatures one could summon. If you were powerful enough to rival a country, you might wave your hand and directly muster a 3 billion strong Insect Clan army to break through any obstacle in front of you—it wasn't an impossibility.

However, without conducting experiments, he didn't know if the prop could be used normally.

After all, this prop was different from all the others he had before.

He didn't have 100,000 Star Coins in his pocket. Not that he didn't have them, even if he did, he wouldn't do this experiment now, wasting money for nothing. Pure folly.

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Of course, even if the prop could be used, it was highly likely he wouldn't need it. 100,000 Star Coins was enough to buy him too many bullets. Using them to create zombies was too wasteful.

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The war was over.

Countless news stations scrambled to send congratulatory messages to various cities. Support troops also began to withdraw one after another, and the blockade on Broken Pot City was lifted. The remaining city reconstruction work was left to the Broken Pot City government team.

It wasn't something these support troops could meddle with anymore.

By the time they withdrew, night had fallen again.

The people from Fengtian City sat in the long convoy of vehicles. Under the dim lights, they slowly drove on the winding roads towards Fengtian City. They too were sitting inside a truck, having not slept for a long time.

Chen Miao, Hungry Monkey, and the others were dozing off in the truck, nodding their heads up and down with fatigue.

A wave of tiredness enveloped the inside of the truck.

At that moment, no one in the vehicle had any thoughts except for one concept—to shut their eyes and fall into deep sleep as soon as possible. They were really tired. Once they returned to Eternal Cemetery, they would definitely lie in a coffin and sleep well.

One point had to be mentioned.

In these days, Yuan Buping hadn't refrained from making improvements to Eternal Cemetery.

It's just that Miao seemed to have no intention of leaving Eternal Cemetery for the time being.

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"Miao,"

leaned against the side of the truck, the fatigue in his eyes unstoppable spilling out. His expression became so hazy as he murmured, "What exactly is the deal with humans as creatures? I'm a Supernatural being now, and my physical fitness is much higher than before."

"Yet I still need to sleep every day."

"Otherwise, I just can't handle how tired I get."

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"There are only 24 hours in a day, we have to sleep at least 7 hours, or even 10, is that reasonable?"

"It's like we're spending half our lives sleeping. I've always felt that this is very unreasonable, Miao, don't you feel the same?"

Hungry Monkey obviously looked exhausted.

Leaning against the carriage, the fatigue in his pupils almost took solid form. Woken up last night halfway through his sleep for an emergency trip to Broken Pot City and having been busy all day, it was night again by the time they began heading to Fengtian City, he was undeniably tired.

I could understand.

But what truly troubled Hungry Monkey was that he suddenly realized that the supernaturals seemed no different from ordinary people, save for a bit stronger combat power and higher aggressiveness. All the basic human rules remained unchanged.

They still needed to eat, drink water, sleep, and they would still die if their heads were chopped off.

There was no feeling of being detached from the mundane world and free from the common folk.

How should I put it?

He felt like an ant that had just become slightly more powerful.

Lacking that certain something that supernaturals were supposed to have.

"Cultivation would be better than this..."

Seeing that Miao ignored him and the others were also nodding off with unconsciously bobbing heads, Hungry Monkey lowered his own head and muttered: "If I could cultivate, give me the bloodline of the Everlasting Ones, with my own bloodline effect, I'd be invincible in just a few million years."

"Isn't that what a true supernatural is?"

In the carriage, only Hungry Monkey's murmurs could be heard, like a demon's whisper, making the atmosphere even more fatigued and inducing continual sleepiness.

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The truck convoy continued on its quiet and smooth journey toward Fengtian City, everyone had safely retreated. Chen Miao, who had been dozing off inside the truck, was suddenly awakened by a violent shake.

Glancing outside the window, his expression turned somewhat peculiar.

There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary, the convoy was still moving forward, and it appeared as though they had just run over a small pebble.

But perhaps the two consecutive fixed events had left some psychological shadow on him. What if, when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself swept up into another "Hell Truck" fixed event? That really would be messed up.

The next second—

"Quick, quick, wake up, Miao, we've hit a fixed event!"

Following that, the entire convoy came to a halt.

Chen Miao's heart skipped a beat and then a wave of powerlessness surged inside him. Weren't fixed events supposed to be once in a hundred years? An event rarer than encountering a Taboo Item, yet why did it feel like he was running into fixed events every day?

He was extremely tired.

Just as they were about to get home, couldn't they have a peaceful journey so that he could lie down comfortably in his coffin and have a good night's sleep?

He was really very tired.

He let out a light sigh, grabbed his Thompson Submachine Gun, and stepped down from the truck, dragging along Hungry Monkey, who was completely knocked out beside him. If he couldn't sleep, then Hungry Monkey shouldn't be sleeping here either.

If not sleeping then no one sleeps.

Just as he got off the truck, he witnessed an incredibly shocking scene!

On the wild plains under the starry sky.

They could clearly see a deep blue train speeding across the wilderness, like a comet slicing through the cosmos, so dazzling and splendid.

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