I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"The whole process was smooth as flowing clouds and streaming water. This is the pinnacle of Mechanical Prosthesis, completely reliant on AI. Even without the sense of pain, it can still judge the combat situation and the state of injuries at any time, based on a full 360-degree scan."

"Of course, the cost of this setup is astronomical; it's almost like becoming a superhero, a Batman."

"Ordinary people should not even dream of it; it's not feasible for them. There are people in Jingjiu City who've managed to do this, but it seems that only people from Jingjiu City can afford it."

"That..."

Hungry Monkey suddenly spoke thoughtfully, "I have a question. If the pain perception level of a Mechanical Prosthesis is ten times that of a normal person, would the intensity of other sensations be amplified as well?"

"Like what?"

Zhou Shen looked at Hungry Monkey with confusion, not understanding what he meant by 'other sensations'."

"Like pleasure, for instance, for a mechanical hook-up."

"..."

Zhou Shen remained expressionless and silent for a while before saying softly, "Yes, it's just as you think. The perception of pain and pleasure are proportional. If you can feel pain ten times more, you can also feel pleasure ten times more."

"Holy shit!"

Unable to help himself, Hungry Monkey opened his mouth in awe and said longingly, "Doesn't that mean it would be insanely enjoyable? Hasn't anyone replaced their hook-up with a Mechanical Prosthesis to experience ten times the pleasure?"

"I can't even imagine how blissful that must be."

"You can imagine it. Let me describe it to you."

Zhou Shen continued softly, "First, before installing the Mechanical Prosthesis, you have to remove your original flesh. Before the installation, you need to inject a drug that ensures the mechanical parts and flesh don't reject each other. This effect is irreversible, meaning once you have fitted a Mechanical Prosthesis, even if you kept your original organs well-preserved, it's not possible to revert back."

"Generally speaking, not many people have the courage to cut off their own hookup."

"But you're asking if there's anyone who would."

"Actually, there is. Not long ago, a 'Supernatural' from Fengtian City did it, replacing everything below the belt with a prosthesis. When he swaggered into clubs, he was downright brazen. The prosthesis had many functions; he could not only make his prosthesis vibrate intensely but also play music and make it light up."

"He really enjoyed himself for a long time at first."

"Until... one day his Mechanical Prosthesis shattered."

"Do you know how painful it is for a normal man to shatter his testicles? Let's put it this way, a woman in labor experiences some of the most intense pain in this world, and the pain of a man shattering his testicles is at least three times greater. It's a kind of pain that ordinary people can hardly bear."

"At that time, the man had chosen a prosthesis that provided ten times more pleasure, and hence, ten times more pain."

"By the time the doctors arrived at the scene, the man's veins had all bulged, blood oozing from every orifice, dead beyond dead. The autopsy revealed that his nerves that perceived pain had all snapped into pieces."

"I can't imagine how much agony he went through before he died, but I believe if he had the choice, he certainly would not have chosen to install that prosthesis."

"..."

Hungry Monkey didn't say a word, just shrank slightly and looked off into the distance with a nonchalant expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.

...

Soon—

Not long after they parted, Zhou Shen sent him a message, stating that Fengtian City had designated him as a representative of Fengtian City. The decision was made following his competition with Sang Biao.

Once it's made official tomorrow, it would be truly set in stone.

Perhaps the impression left by print media on the Federation was too deep; even though very few people now obtained news from print media, the Federation still considered being featured in print media as the primary standard for confirming news.

Chen Miao glanced at Zhou Shen's message and chuckled without saying anything.

The competition held no suspense.

In fact, if there was even a sliver of hope, those supporting Sang Biao would have moved heaven and earth to get him on stage because their interests were tied to his, but... the disparity was simply too great.

There was no way to reason or argue.

Sang Biao even took the initiative to challenge a slightly weaker boss and ended up getting killed with a single shot. After such a display, not even his staunchest supporters could find the words to defend him.

There was nothing to say.

The facts were too solid.

"So next, it's time to prepare for the city-state championship..."

Chen Miao sat in front of a tombstone in the cemetery, leaning against it and murmuring, "Let's find some recordings of past city-state championships to watch."

He wanted to gauge the strength of the competitors in the city-state championship and understand the rules of the competition.

His personal target was to rank within the top 50. As long as he made it into the top 50, that was enough. There was no need for higher ambitions. Top 50 this year, top 40 next year, top 30 the year after – as long as he improved each year, his treatment in Fengtian City would also get better annually.

But if he were to finish first this year, second next year, and third the year after,

Although the results were nearly the best, they would still be seen as a decline, which felt different.

Furthermore, given the resources available in Fengtian City, even if he won first place, the reward he'd get would probably be similar to that for ranks fifty or sixty. After all, the city could only offer so much, and they couldn't very well give him the position of mayor of Fengtian City, could they?

It wasn't entirely out of the question, though.

...

As night fell, all was silent.

Zhou Shen had already personally driven a heavy truck, delivering Medusa, who was bound in chains to the back of the truck, making the seven-meter-tall corpse look like a load of steel rods.

"Sorry for the wait."

Zhou Shen, hopping down from the driver's seat, wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped, "We couldn't transport this thing during the day; it had to be done at night."

"Afraid of scaring people?"

"Not really, but we were concerned that if an accident happened and it overturned, it might get snatched by the residents in the suburbs of Fengtian City. To many people, if there's a crash, whatever's in the truck is fair game."

"Hungry Monkey, the goods have been delivered. I'll come for them tomorrow night. Make sure there's no messing around, okay?"

"Don't worry."

After Zhou Shen left, Hungry Monkey, brimming with enthusiasm, directed Yuan Buping and others to carry the Medusa boss into the cemetery. The security guard sitting at the entrance of the graveyard glanced up, then without any reaction, lowered his head again.

Being from the older generation, he was indeed more experienced and knowledgeable.

Chen Miao thought to himself, feeling indifferent to these spectacles as he waved his hand and walked into the crypt to wash up before sliding into the coffin.

Hungry Monkey had thought everything through.

To prevent him from getting bored, he had thoughtfully embedded a tablet computer on the inside of the coffin lid so that he could watch some movies before bed. With their current resources, getting a tablet was easily manageable.

He had even thoughtfully pre-selected the movies.

All Chen Miao needed to do was press play.

He didn't need to operate anything else.