I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"May everyone become as dragons," has already become Lord Miao's obsession.

But subconsciously, Lord Miao had never truly lived for himself, never done what he really wanted to do. The price of standing on high was that you couldn't bow your head; everyone was watching you, you couldn't bow.

Only the subconscious desire to live one's own life could surpass Lord Miao's obsession with everyone becoming as dragons.

No other thoughts would suffice.

...

The task was very difficult, almost impossible to complete, but he had his own methods.

After a moment of silence,

Chen Miao took out some pills from his bosom and placed them in his hand, looked up at Lord Miao with a smile and said, "Want to live another life with my help?"

"Can you do that?"

Lord Miao turned to look at the pills in Chen Miao's palm, "What are these?"

"AI pills, the kind that can let a person create their own dreamscapes. You know of them, don't you?"

"I'm aware, but I have never taken them."

"Want to try?"

Last time, Zhou Shen told him that the Federation's development of AI pills had become more mature. Not only could one connect online, allowing two people to fall into the same dream, but one could also increase proficiency within the dream.

Even so,

A single AI pill was not enough to complete the task list that Lord Miao had given, which had more than a thousand tasks, including giving birth to a child and taking them on a trip. A night's dream was simply not enough.

Even the third layer of dreaming was utterly insufficient in terms of time.

He had to enter the fourth layer of dreaming.

If he entered the fourth layer of dreaming, where the time flow ratio to the outside world was 10,000:1, he would have at least twenty years to complete these tasks before the Hell Bus arrived.

The time would be enough.

This was the solution he thought of in desperate straits.

A hint of resolve flashed in Chen Miao's eyes as he looked down at the pills in his hand and suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

He wasn't sure if he could wake up again.

But before the end of the world arrived, someone had to stand up, right?

Besides him, nobody else could take his place at this moment.

...

Meanwhile, the Jingjiu City investigative team from Zhenba City received Chen Miao's news at the first opportunity and learned of his plan, all of them jumping up excitedly!

There was hope!

But they quickly calmed down, and Jingjiu City's think tank team connected with Chen Miao immediately.

"Chen Miao, I am the captain of Jingjiu City's Number One Think Tank. Your plan is excellent, and we see the possibility of success, but there are some precautions we must inform you of. No time for long explanations, you must remember them well."

"Your plan requires entering the fourth layer of dreaming, but…"

"With each deeper layer of dreaming entered with the AI pills, the user's subjective consciousness will gradually weaken, dominated by the subconscious. To date, the Federation has only collected data on reaching the third layer of dreaming, where one starts off knowing they are dreaming, but as time fades, the subconscious gradually forgets this fact."

"We haven't collected any data on the fourth layer."

"We've had quite a few people enter the fourth layer of dreaming, and to this date, not one has awakened."

"Our guess is that upon entering the fourth layer, you may completely forget you are dreaming, living in a completely real world, everything dominated by your subconscious."

"You will need to find a way to remember all those thousand-plus tasks by heart, not forgetting a single one. As long as you complete all the tasks in the dream, the Hell Bus will arrive on time, Lord Miao will not turn into a Resentful Spirit, Zhenba City will not be destroyed, and the world will not end."

"As for you... the chances are you will never wake up."

"But such a death will be painless for you. To date, we have no other way to solve this problem. To provide you with enough reward, you can make some requests. Whatever demands you make, the Federation will comply."

This conversation took place directly in a group chat channel.

People like Hungry Monkey, Yuan Buping, Zhou Shen, the Mayor of Zhenba City, and even Doctor Gou, along with Lord Miao's parents and family, were all in this group.

Even though the words were harsh, the reality was just that.

Once entered, the fourth layer of dreaming is almost impossible to wake from.

It was an undeniable fact.

Unavoidable.

And now, what everyone cared about was whether Chen Miao would still remember his mission while in the fourth layer of dreaming.

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Sitting in the Hell Bus, Chen Miao's expression was solemn as he looked at the messages in the chat channel without speaking. Lord Miao's tasks were numerous, totaling 1293, but in fact, they could be summed up in just a few words.

Love her.

If he loved a person, he would naturally do all these things at least once over those decades.

It's just that he had never loved anyone, and he didn't know if he would forget.

Enjoy new stories from empire

He looked up and forced a smile at Lord Miao, who was looking at him, and said with a smile, "Wait a moment, I need to have a cigarette first. Do you mind?"

"I don't mind."

Lord Miao nodded obediently, even licking her lips, "I'd like one too."

"Alright."

At this time in the chat group, Chen Miao was asking Lord Miao's parents for all her information, including important events from her life. Lord Miao's father was extremely cooperative.

This was not just because it concerned whether the world would end or not.

It was also because a father, seeing his daughter die with so many regrets unfinished, felt a deep sense of powerless sorrow.

If Chen Miao could truly complete these tasks for his daughter in a dream, as a father, his heart would be sincerely glad. At least... it was as if his daughter, who had never dated in life, could have a love affair after death.

One wonders if this could be considered a post-mortem marriage.

...

Time was of the essence; every minute of delay meant the Hell Bus would arrive a second sooner, leaving him with even less time to complete his task.

After all this was done.

Chen Miao greedily took the last drag of his cigarette and then let out a long sigh of relief. Perhaps this was the last cigarette of his life. The first time in life always has significance, but no one knows when their last time will be.

Only then did he hand a pill to Lord Miao, and said softly,

"Let's go, it's time to embark on a special journey through life."

"I hope you will like it."

"It's my first time too, so please forgive any unfamiliarities."

Just now—

The Federation had informed him of how to engage the AI pill dream in multiplayer mode. It was simple: both parties just needed to take the pill at the same moment, make physical contact, and ensure that within a ten-kilometer radius, no one else was in the dream.

Then the connection would be automatic.

Theoretically, there was no limit to the number of people who could connect, as long as there was physical contact.

Hand in hand would do.

They were in a special space, where within ten kilometers, no one else should be in the dream, and the other bus passengers were sitting quietly in their seats with their heads down, silent.

Like an NPC that had finished giving out its task, now waiting in standby mode.

When Chen Miao held Lord Miao in his arms, sat in his seat, and took the AI pill at the same moment, they officially entered the first layer of the dream.

...

The first layer of the dream.

This place was chaos.

There was light, but the source was not visible.

Chen Miao and Lord Miao stood hand in hand in the void, with Lord Miao looking around curiously, "Is this the dream?"

"Mhm."

Chen Miao nodded, his expression complex as he surveyed his surroundings. This was also his first time taking the AI pill. With a casual wave of his hand, the scene of Eternal Cemetery appeared before his eyes. Here, he could create anything at will.

He glanced fondly at the familiar corners of the Eternal Cemetery, paused for a moment, then took out two more pills: "This isn't good enough, there's a better place."

...

The second layer of the dream.

Here the flow of time was already 10:1 compared to the outside world, and it wasn't a void of chaos but in Fengtian City, judging from the buildings around, it was North City District.

He looked around.

Once again, he took out two AI pills.

...

The third layer of the dream.

It was still Fengtian City, except that this city was almost identical to Fengtian City itself.

Cars driving continuously on the road, vendors hawking their goods, ten-yuan stores advertising clearance sales, street vendors being chased by city management, a strong sense of daily life—almost indistinguishable from reality.

Chen Miao, holding Lord Miao's hand, stood in the middle of the sidewalk, dazed for a long time before remembering that he was dreaming.

And he also had a task to fulfill.

He looked at Lord Miao, who was full of curiosity, and after a long silence, took out two more AI pills.

...

The fourth layer of the dream.

"Hey, wake up!"

"You just took a leave yesterday; you can't request leave today. Otherwise, there won't be much salary for you this month!"

"Huh?"

Chen Miao rubbed his bleary eyes and confusedly woke from his sleep. He turned his head toward Lord Miao, who was beside him in a tank top, swinging him awake, and he blanked for a moment before suddenly jolting up and checking the time on his phone under the pillow.

He jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom.

"Damn it, damn it, it's almost eight o'clock, I'm going to be late."

"That damn boss is going to dock my pay again."

Anxiously brushing his teeth, he popped his head out to look at Lord Miao, who was tidying the bed: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I've been calling you for a long time, you were sleeping so heavily!!!"

Lord Miao, poking her little head out from the bedroom, said helplessly: "How can you sleep like the dead? Hurry up, be careful on the road, and don't forget to take a day off tomorrow. You promised to watch movies with me all night tonight."

"You've put off this promise many times."

"You can't break it this time. I'll buy snacks in advance, and we'll have a happy all-nighter tonight!"

Lord Miao, eyes brimming with excitement and anticipation, clenched her fist and gestured in the air: "Did you hear me?"

"No problem!"

Chen Miao grabbed his briefcase, quickly stuffed bread, eggs, and milk from the table into his mouth, then muffledly dashed toward the door: "I'm off to work, you stay safe at home, don't open the door for strangers, haha."

"Love you, babe, see you tonight."

Chen Miao, who bolted to the entrance of the apartment complex, suddenly looked down at his wrist instinctively, and for some reason, he felt like he had forgotten to wear his watch, feeling an emptiness there.

But he had never bought a watch, had he?

Why did he have this feeling?

He soon dismissed the thought and took out his phone to check the time once more before striding toward the subway station.