I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"What if the bet is lost?"

The old man couldn't help but burst out, berating, "You're the ticket seller, even if the mission fails, you're fine. You just pat yourself and board the bus to complete the mission, but we would all die here."

"You make it sound so easy, to bet just like that, betting with our lives, is that it?"

"..."

Chen Miao remained silent, not speaking. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out the "Python R6 Revolver" from his bosom, in front of everyone, loaded a single bullet into it, spun the cylinder, and raised the revolver to his own forehead.

With a calm expression, he pulled the trigger.

"Clang."

The crisp sound of the trigger hitting empty echoed.

The old man looked at the scene, momentarily unsure of what it meant, his demeanor gradually softening, though his mouth still muttered with some dissatisfaction, "What are you trying to prove, your courage?"

Chen Miao didn't speak, just continued to load another bullet into the cylinder, raised the revolver to his forehead again, and pulled the trigger.

"Clang."

The sound of the trigger hitting empty echoed once more.

The actions of Chen Miao's hands did not stop; three bullets, four bullets.

Each time, the trigger hit empty.

It wasn't until Chen Miao had inserted the fifth bullet into the cylinder that Doctor Gou could no longer sit still. He stood up, grabbed Chen Miao's revolver, and opened his mouth with an ugly expression, "Enough, Chen Miao, there's no need. Don't take it too far, I don't want to send you off early."

The revolver's cylinder could only hold six bullets in total.

With these five bullets loaded, the death rate was as high as five out of six, almost certain death.

Chen Miao didn't wear any protective gear, and a bullet hitting the temple at such close range would be almost certainly fatal, even for someone with supernatural physical strength, beyond that of an ordinary person. If it hit, not even a god could save him.

"It's okay."

Chen Miao shook his head, smiled lightly at the old man, placed the gun barrel against his forehead, and gently pulled the trigger again.

"Clang."

Empty again.

The expressions of the others present changed slightly, especially the dog and Old Gao who now looked at Chen Miao with some fear in their eyes. Is this guy even human? Isn't he taking his life too lightly?

"Do you see now? I've never lost a bet in my life."

"Why don't you try your luck as well?"

Chen Miao fiddled with the cylinder, turned the revolver upside down, and handed it over to the old man, gesturing for him to take it. However, the old man's face shifted unpredictably between light and darkness several times before finally he slowly bowed his head.

What a joke, he didn't dare to bet with those odds.

A five out of six chance of death.

"Heh."

A hint of scorn flashed in Chen Miao's eyes, "Don't you dare to even bet on a one-sixth survival rate? Before I enter any secret realm, I always load a bullet into the revolver and give myself a shot, to remind myself that if I can't survive even with a five-sixths' chance, then there's no point in entering the secret realm. Might as well die outside."

"Living in fear all your life, you can never achieve anything great."

"If you're too scared, then stop offering other opinions, it's annoying to listen to."

In fact, he had no need to bother with the old man, but he had always wanted to show off his Russian Roulette; he just never had the chance to perform it. Under the exclusive effects of the 'Gun Devil' hidden occupation, not a single bullet could hit him.

It didn't matter if he loaded five bullets or even six—he could bet on a jam.

That's how reckless he was.

Ever since he discovered this, the scene had played out many times in his mind, yet there was never anyone reckless enough to give him the chance to perform. He finally caught someone who talked back, and by their reaction, he knew that the display had indeed left a profound impact on the old man.

Chen Miao's expression remained calm without a word, but inside, he couldn't help grinning, already plotting where he would perform his next Russian Roulette.

What he didn't notice, however,

was that Old Gao, standing to the side, had fallen into a complex silence. Was his lack of breakthrough all this time due to his extreme fear of death? If... he could do like Chen Miao, and before entering each secret realm or event, also put a bullet in his revolver and give himself a shot—

Would it also break through his mindset to the next level?

Even the Insect Tribe Priest from Jingjiu City took this scene to heart, planning to discuss it with his father when he returned. This seemed like a powerful method for cultivating one's mindset, and perhaps it could be applied to the guards trained by their family after returning.

...

"Alright."

Having decided to go on a killing spree, Chen Miao no longer hid. He walked out from the darkness with his Thompson Submachine Gun, heading toward the door: "Enough talk, let's end this."

The moment Chen Miao and the others stepped out of the house, the patrolling monsters in the village quickly converged at the sound and fiercely attacked Chen Miao and his group, now atop the second-floor rooftop.

But this time, they didn't hide.

Chen Miao aimed the muzzle of the Thompson Submachine Gun at the monsters below and calmly pulled the trigger. The next second—

Countless bullets flooded out of the barrel almost to the point of causing a jam, unleashing a rate of fire of twenty thousand bullets per second, incinerating everything visible in an instant.

Monsters, buildings, streets, utility poles.

This was the first time Chen Miao had opened fire with full force in this event, a relentless barrage of bullets like a plague from hell, washing over all in sight, with the symphony of dense explosions playing as the most uninhibited music.

Thick gun smoke quickly enveloped the entire village.

The dead monsters split into even more, but before they could take further action, they died again, replicating more monsters, their numbers increasing exponentially for a moment.

But still, they couldn't make it out alive from the hail of Chen Miao's gunfire.

Meanwhile, Chen Miao turned the gun barrel toward the biggest house in the village memory, the house where the villagers were imprisoned, and a hail of exploding bullets enveloped the sky above the entire village.

The heavy gun smoke almost completely blocked the visibility for Chen Miao and the others.

Only Chen Miao, with the 'Eagle Eye' skill, could vaguely see that in the smoke, the monsters were advancing relentlessly toward the largest house in the village, using their bodies to block the bullets in an attempt to protect the lives of the villagers.

Countless monsters displayed an unprecedented speed, sacrificing themselves to protect the villagers.

Upon seeing this, Chen Miao's lips curled into a slight smile. It turned out his bet was right; the actual task was probably to kill these still living villagers, and the mission of the monsters was apparently to protect them.

Initially, monsters using the villagers as shields, causing them to be hesitant, was likely also a ploy to convey misleading information.