I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

This feeling was very peculiar, the entire world was in black and white, and he even felt as if he had crossed into a black and white television. He could not feel the air moving either.

Yes.

The air was no longer flowing.

"..."

Suddenly feeling a bit suffocated from lack of oxygen, Chen Miao instinctively took a step back, and a surge of oxygen once again filled his lungs. The air was stagnant; the oxygen that was right in front of his mouth had been depleted. To breathe again, he needed to inhale from somewhere else.

This setup was quite a trap.

The entire world seemed completely paused.

And...

During the time stop, attacking other players appeared to cause no damage. After hesitating for a long while, he still shoved the Thompson Submachine Gun back, rolled up his sleeves, and started smacking the Tomb Guardian member in front of him with the butt of the Thompson.

His Hidden Occupation didn't allow him to attack barehanded.

But, as the saying goes, there's always a solution to a problem, using the butt of the gun would work just fine, and it was even more satisfying to swing.

The black coffin had filled up all his Strength Value, and together with the Strength Potion he had taken, and the Attribute Points from leveling up that had been allocated to Strength, he could easily spin an ordinary person's head around their neck with a full-force strike of the gun butt.

However—

His full-force strikes did not cause any damage to the Tomb Guardian member in front of him.

"Is that so..."

Chen Miao gradually stopped the actions of his hands, thoughtfully gazing at the unharmed Tomb Guardian member before him. If that's the case, this passive ability had lost its greatest effect.

He had originally thought that within the hour of stopped time, he could carry out assassinations absolutely undetected.

But now it seemed, this extra hour could at most be used for observing. Beyond that, the skill didn't seem to have much use, and it was completely passive.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He couldn't activate it voluntarily, nor could he deactivate it at will.

It would activate automatically when the time came and end after an hour.

Just like now, if he wanted to end the time-stop state early, it wasn't possible; he could only wait for the hour to finish and then it would conclude automatically.

There was something worth noting.

In the future, near midnight, he definitely should not go into a closed space that he couldn't leave from, to avoid being trapped there for an hour, suffocating from depleted oxygen, and waiting to die in vain.

In the following time.

He didn't do anything out of bounds. If an ordinary person gained this power, perhaps there would be many out-of-line antics, like pulling down one's pants and stuffing one's parts into another's mouth, and so on.

A person, as long as they're in a time-stopped space absolutely unknown to others,

should not be regarded as a person anymore.

They can be seen just as a composite of unbridled desires.

Morality, law, and human society — these three things are the great mountains that suppress our nature. When all these things disappear, that's when demons walk among humans, leaving Hell empty.

But all these things... had no effect on him.

It wasn't that he considered himself superior, thinking he was much nobler than ordinary people.

Rather, during his fifty years in the dream, his every action was driven by his subconscious. He had done all the crazy things in the dreams that he never did in his lifetime; it was full of life. As the memories of the dream gradually merged with his waking memories, he was surprised to find how playful he had been in his dreams.

He was already tired of it.

...

An hour slowly passed by, and the moment the black-and-white countdown in midair hit zero, the whole black-and-white world shattered instantaneously like a mirror, followed by the world visibly regaining its color, and then everything sprang back to life.

That was the full extent of this skill.

An E-rank skill.

But it was far from being merely E-rank; it had to be at least B-rank to be worthy of the concept of a time freeze.

Perhaps it was rated only E-rank because the use times were uncontrollable.

Immediately afterward, Chen Miao first looked towards the man whom he had just hit in the face with the butt of his gun, and sure enough, the man's face didn't bear a single injury, not a mark to be seen.

"Miao,"

Just then—

Zhou Shen strode over from not far away, with a serious expression on his face, and standing in front of Chen Miao, he said solemnly, "Miao, you told me yesterday that this world has certain dangers, and now there are quite a few people preparing to make a move against us, although we don't know who the enemies are."

"But we might be able to take some precautions."

"I've thought of a plan."

"For example... we could find Miao a wife."

"Go outside and select a beautiful woman and bring her back to become Miao's wife. That way, if in the future some villains try to harm Miao, maybe they will resort to kidnapping Miao's wife."

"That would be falling right into our trap."

"We could fill the woman's belly with high-strength bombs that can be remotely detonated at any time."

"And we can keep this message secret from the members of the Tomb Guardian Power. If there are any traitors among these people, they could be exposed immediately, but I've only thought of the surface elements. I always feel there's something I've overlooked in the plan, something I can't figure out."

"So I wanted to come and ask for your advice, Miao."

"..."

Chen Miao smiled and patted Zhou Shen on the shoulder, then after a brief pause, he said softly, "No, there's no need for such complexity. The world is very complex, yet it is also very simple; we only find it complex because our strength is too weak."

"As long as we are strong enough, everything is simple."

"Focus on increasing our strength first."

"Understood."

Zhou Shen nodded vigorously, "My vision was too narrow; I didn't think as far ahead as you, Miao. I'll get back to work then."

"Yes, go ahead."

...

After Zhou Shen left,

Chen Miao looked around. The Tomb Guardian members, under Yuan Buping's lead, were assembling the large tools transported by the Hell Bus right where they were, gathered on the highway. They had already dug out a deep pit several meters across not far from the side of the road.

The pit had several F-rank mystery entrances on top, all of which had already been cleared.

The task ahead was to keep digging the pit deeper, then start building horizontally in the depths underneath to create their own dungeon—a complex project, but with the blessing of various supernatural props and without regard to cost, the construction wasn't so difficult.

The weather was very cold.

This place was indeed the deepest part of the Land of Extreme Cold. If a person were doused with cold water and thrown onto the ground, in less than three seconds, they would freeze solid, and with just a gentle punch, the person would shatter into icy fragments, scattering on the ground.

Near the deep pit, several sunflowers had been placed.

...