I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Yuan Buping, who was standing to the side and subconsciously preparing to speak, suddenly froze, unable to react. That made sense!

When they had parted ways in Fengtian City, they hadn't thought of this at all. What if that prop had been on Miao at that time?

Then it would have been game over.

Upon first laying eyes on Lord Miao under the influence of the Taboo Item, Lord Miao began to detest Miao. Even if Miao had thrown away the Taboo Item immediately, it would have been too late; the first impression is crucial.

In the interactions between people.

The impact of the first impression is very profound.

If you dislike someone right from the start, then no matter how much you try to ingratiate yourself, you'll look like a clown in their eyes, and it's quite hard to maintain a good relationship.

It has to be said... it all might be fate.

In the grand scheme, they unwittingly chose the most correct path.

"That's not all…"

Zhou Shen, with a face full of emotion, sighed, "If it hadn't been for Miao agreeing to this invitation, nobody else could have completed this task. And if it weren't for the heist you pulled off then, the black-on-black heist that scored a batch of AI pills."

"Miao would have been done for if he hadn't had any AI pills in his pocket then."

"And at that time, it just so happened that you hadn't sold all of the AI pills, leaving a few in Miao's backpack."

"If I hadn't been so inconspicuous back then, insisting on capturing you guys, not to mention world destruction, at least half of the federation's cities would have become ruins when the gates of Hell Bus opened."

"So many ifs."

"Without a single mistake in any step, this mission couldn't have been completed so smoothly. Miao really suffered this time, spending more than twenty years in the dream. After waking up, he must feel somewhat disoriented with reality, which is something most people can't endure."

"..."

Chen Miao looked distractedly toward the end of the street. After accomplishing the second phase target of 'Sea of Human Suffering', the gates of hell and humanity were set to open but… that driver told him that there was no real hell at all.

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The Hell Bus was merely a fixed event.

It wasn't actually a hearse carrying the undead to hell.

So, what would be unleashed upon the opening of this gate? Countless monsters or… what?

Zhou Shen was right about everything. Any slip-up from him, and it wouldn't have worked out so smoothly. When they had stolen the AI pills in that black-on-black heist, no one anticipated the far-reaching impact it would have.

Back then, although they were short on money, they hadn't sold all the AI pills but kept a few in their pockets. His idea at the time was quite simple; he just plainly thought that selling those remaining pills for a few thousand more wouldn't make much difference, so why not keep some.

Such a thoughtless act saved the world and himself.

Otherwise, even if he had thought of this solution on the bus, without any AI pills, it would have been like trying to cook without rice. The Hell Bus existed in an absolutely independent Otherworldly Space, unreachable by other entities.

Every day,

hundreds of thousands of Hell Buses shuttle through this independent Otherworldly Space. But from now on, these buses would become his private vehicles, and he could travel anywhere by riding one.

The Hell Bus can freely choose where to board and where to disembark.

As long as there's a road, that's enough.

That's the necessary condition.

The Hell Bus can't stop on rooftops; the connection between this Otherworldly Space and the real world is through roads.

However, Zhou Shen had one thing wrong; he hadn't spent twenty years in the dream. The federation's estimates were off, perhaps because no one had ever woken from the fourth level of dreaming, leading to inaccurate predictions from the federation.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The passage of time at the fourth level was far slower than 10,000:1, even reaching a scale of 30,000:1.

He had been in the dream for 50 years.

Even now, he could clearly remember the appearances and personalities of his three children. These three had become an indispensable part of his life. Yet, with his awakening from the dream, these children also vanished like smoke.

All turned to nothingness.

Just as Chen Miao was about to say something to Hungry Monkey and the others, several military trucks suddenly sped toward them from a distance. As their brakes screeched, the trucks stopped on the road beside them.

A number of soldiers, holding firearms, jumped down, wearing the uniforms of Fengtian City's military. An elderly man then emerged from the vehicle with Zhang Liu, stepping briskly to stand before Chen Miao. With white hair and a steady, hoarse voice, he said,

"Hello, Chen Miao, I am the deputy mayor of Fengtian City, Zhang Wanyi,"

"I'm here to carry out the final order issued by the mayor before his death, for Zhang Liu to assist you with psychological counseling. He seemed to know that you would certainly wake up while you were still immersed in the dream. As soon as you awoke, he ordered Zhang Liu to help guide you mentally."

"Spending decades in a dream and then waking up must feel surreal. In such a state, you need a psychologist for guidance; otherwise, this feeling will keep building up until you no longer differentiate between dreams and reality, and plunge into the abyss."

"We found Zhang Liu. According to records, he has had quite some contact with you. A psychologist you're familiar with should help you relax into the counseling process more easily."

Standing to the side, Zhang Liu meekly nodded his head, looking extremely docile. He had not yet recovered from his injuries and was forcibly brought here from Broken Pot City. What could he say? You're the mayor, you're the boss.

"What?"

Leaning on a cane, Chen Miao furrowed his brow slightly and after a moment, finally said, "The mayor's death, which mayor are you referring to?"

"..."

After a long, complex silence, the elderly man softly replied, "It's the same Fengtian City mayor you met with. He was a very charismatic person. About ten minutes after you dove into the dream, the mayor gave that order, his very last one."

"When you woke from the dream, I went to find the mayor, only to discover he had hanged himself in the shelter," the man continued solemnly.

"The shelter, located three thousand meters underground, was nearly absolutely safe, impregnable to outsiders, with no signs of damage or struggle. The autopsy confirmed the mayor died by suicide. There were no injuries on the mayor's body; he died of asphyxiation."

"According to the coroner, the mayor died approximately three hours after you entered the dream," he added.

"The mayor left no message before committing suicide. At the moment, it's unclear why he suddenly chose to take his life, but the incident did occur. The Fengtian City Government will hold a funeral for the mayor in three days."

"Recently, the mayor was in close contact with you. Did he leave you any message before his death?" the old man asked earnestly, his eyes revealing an unease.