I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms Chapter 296 : "I feel like I've lived in vain

The unknown is always the most frightening thing; a single Hidden Occupation hanging over your head like a sword poised to strike at any mont, and yet you have no idea when it will fall, let alone from which direction it will co.

Completely clueless about how to defend yourself.

However, all of this didn't have much to do with Chen Miao. He wasn't particularly concerned about the "Ascetic Monk" occupation right now; he was more preoccupied with sothing far more important.

"That..."

A shadow of guilt flashed in the Black Doctor's eyes as he whispered weakly, "There's been a slight deviation in the plan, Miao. The 'Zhiren Race' within your body hasn't been completely eradicated. It looks like ten journeys to the secret realm just won't be enough."

"Hmm?"

Chen Miao's brows furrowed slightly, and after pondering for a mont, he let out a light sigh, "It's okay. How about another ten tis, will that be enough?"

Although he really didn't want to admit it, it had to be said that within these ten days, he had suffered all the miseries of his life. It was no way for anyone to live, with every day ending in collapsing into sleep. He never imagined he could ever possess the ability to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He felt he could beco a doctor, specializing in treating insomnia. What's the use of sleeping pills, all for naught with side effects? Just one cut would do, draining so blood. As long as enough blood was lost, one would certainly collapse into sleep, far more effective than any sleeping pill.

And without any side effects.

How great.

But even with complaints in his heart, he accepted this reality. After all, the 'Zhiren Race' was a matter of life and death for him. Even if it ant enduring it another ten tis, he had no choice but to bear it. Not just ten tis; even if it were a hundred more, he'd have to grit his teeth and step into the secret realm.

Beyond this, there was no other way.

"No..."

A hint of panic crossed the Black Doctor's eyes, "Looking at it now, ten more tis probably won't be enough."

"A hundred tis?"

"No... even more. A thousand tis won't be quite enough, maybe ten thousand tis could be attempted."

"Ten thousand tis?" Chen Miao raised his head emotionlessly to look at the Black Doctor, "One day equals one journey, there are 365 days in a year. Did you consider how many years ten thousand days are? Nearly thirty years. You want to spend every day of the next thirty years in this secret realm?"

"Why don't you just build a grave for inside this secret realm instead?"

"I feel like my life has been wasted all this ti."

"What you're saying ans I might as well just wait to die, right?"

"That..."

The Black Doctor spoke in a low voice, "There's been a little accident. The numbers of the 'Zhiren Race' were too great. Almost all of them have been cleared out within these ten days. Although we can't get exact figures, it can be roughly estimated that there are only a few million 'Zhiren Race' left inside your body now."

"Compared to the tens of billions at the start, this is a significant reduction."

"But the problem is, as the numbers of the 'Zhiren Race' decrease, the speed at which your wounds heal has also slowed down. In other words, these 'Zhiren Race' are no longer repairing this body at any cost. Instead, they are more focused on ensuring their population thrives, allowing their own to breed. Very few of them are jumping into the wounds to heal them rapidly anymore."

"In other words, although these 'Zhiren Race' may not be intelligent..."

"Lacking much Spiritual Wisdom..."

"The 'Zhiren Race' have three goals embedded in their minds throughout their lives, and the priorities of these goals are successively higher and insurmountable."

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"The first goal is: to ensure the population of their race and breed rapidly."

"The second goal is: to repair the host's body at any cost."

"The third goal is: to switch to a host with higher Combat Power, fully occupying the host's body."

"This is also the thod you initially used to contain the 'Zhiren Race' from taking over your brain, utilizing the 'Zhiren Race's second goal, making them prioritize repairing the host's body over occupation."

"The priority of the second goal is higher than that of the third."

"Now, the population of the 'Zhiren Race' has decreased so drastically that they've entirely abandoned the second and third goals, focusing solely on retaining their numbers and breeding as much as possible."

"Only when their numbers recover to a certain level will they consider reinstating the second and third goals and..."

"Enough," Chen Miao interjected, halting the Black Doctor's lengthy explanation. After a mont of silent composure, he spoke, "I understand. You an the 'Zhiren Race' won't threaten my life for now, but they also can't be completely eliminated, right?"

"Um..."

Perhaps noticing Chen Miao's unpleasant expression, the Black Doctor hastily tried to redy the situation, "But actually, this might be for the better, Miao. It will take a long ti for the 'Zhiren Race' to breed enough numbers to erge and threaten your life again."

"During that ti, you can enjoy the ability to heal wounds automatically without paying any price."

"And as the 'Zhiren Race' population continues to increase, the effectiveness of this ability will only beco stronger."

"Once the 'Zhiren Race' reach a certain threshold where they begin to endanger your life, you'll only need to visit the secret realm in Broken Pot City a few more tis to resolve the issue."

"Look at it from another angle, this is also a good thing. After all, no one in the Federation currently possesses any item or skill that can heal wounds automatically. In many situations, this could have a very positive effect, even capable of turning the tides."

"Yeah."

Chen Miao nodded without saying anything further. Since the situation had already occurred and there was no way to change it, he naturally wouldn't complain about it. It was just going to be a lot of trouble.

He would have to make trips to Broken Pot City periodically.

The trips were not too problematic; he was not soone who minded trouble. What he dreaded was the pain, like Zhang Wanlin's family mbers. How could he possibly bring them out from the Hell Bus every single day? That would wear him out.

He had buried them all.

But where?

Chen Miao looked up at a small cetery not far away. A new graveyard had been established there with many little mounds lying quietly. At the entrance of the cetery sat the familiar old security guard, the Tomb Guardian.

All of Zhang Family's mbers had been buried by him here, their Lost Souls and Resentful Spirits unable to leave, trapped within the cetery. Whenever needed, he could summon them at any ti. This was an Occupation Exclusive ability belonging to the old man, not sothing everyone could do.

The "Tomb Guardian" was a Hidden Occupation, of course. Its power wasn't imnse; it belonged to the darker arts, with little pursuit of Combat Power.