I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms
Chapter 37: Chapter 36: "Let's go, I'm taking you to do something big today.

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I have to say, the library is truly a wonderful thing. Deciding to sneak into the library on the very first day was definitely the right call.

With the information obtained from the library, I gained a preliminary understanding of this world, at least not completely in the dark about what I should do.

After killing a person with a Supernatural Occupation, none of the items in their backpack would drop; they would destroy themselves.

Only items held in their hands or tucked into their pockets would drop.

The group of Supernaturals that died at my hands in the secret realm had all their so-called protective gear shattered, leaving only nine items intact and usable in the end.

Eight of these items were exclusive weapons for various occupations.

"Flowing Water Staff," "Star Vein Gauntlets," "Deep Cloud Bow."

Among them, the Star Vein Gauntlets were the exclusive weapons of first-tier Profession Fighters, which could indeed be used by Hungry Monkey, but the other two were of no use to me; I could only sell them for money, though they wouldn't fetch much, since they were just beginner equipment.

The significance of representing newcomers far outweighed the significance of the weapons themselves.

Only the remaining item gave me a slight spark of interest.

It was the one I was holding in my hands.

A pair of shoes.

To be precise, a pair of genuine leather Oxford shoes in dark red, which looked quite nice in both appearance and texture. They were the kind where, if you slapped on a luxury brand logo, they could sell for an exorbitant price—of course, with a luxury brand logo, even a pile of dog shit could sell at a high price.

"Prop Name": Dark Red Oxfords.

"Prop Level": F-grade.

"Prop Effect": Wearing this prop increases the player's Agility by 1 point and never gets dirty, without the need for cleaning.

"Prop Restriction": None.

"Prop Introduction": "Remember, step through a pool of blood, a gentleman never stains his shoes."

With no occupation restriction, it meant that I could wear them as well. Without any hesitation, I removed the shoes from my feet and tossed them aside, slipping on the Oxfords.

I hopped on the spot a couple of times to test the fit.

Hmm.

Not bad at all.

Chen Miao looked down at his shoes with a bit of surprise, having assumed that leather shoes would be uncomfortable. Yet, he felt no sense of constraint. On the contrary, his movements were unusually smooth, which made him feel lighter, probably due to the added point in his attributes.

If I were to go back to Blue Star and join a sports event right now, I would definitely be the one to make the girls in my class scream.

Just then, as Hungry Monkey, who had just woken up, walked out of the tomb rubbing his bleary eyes, he saw me hopping around the tomb entrance and spoke without thinking, "Miao, those shoes have been worn by someone else, and you just put them on like that?"

"..."

With just one sentence, my mood, which had been great, suddenly turned to extreme disgust, like replaceing a fly in my meal.

I looked down at my new shoes, and no matter how I looked at them, they felt disgusting.

Turning around with a poker face to the Hungry Monkey: "Isn't it the same for you, wearing shoes so worn they're practically falling apart?"

"What?"

Hungry Monkey was confused. "I've never worn someone else's shoes."

"Right, I almost forgot, they never let you wear them," I retorted without dwelling on the topic. Instead, I threw the "Star Vein Gauntlets" I was holding to Hungry Monkey, rather irritably said, "Let's go. I'm taking you to do something important today."

With that said,

I walked out of the graveyard, leaning on my staff.

As I passed by the entrance, where the older security guard was stationed, I casually tossed a pack of cigarettes into the security room.

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The old guard in the security room didn't even lift his head, just continued to stare at the cube-shaped television, merely gesturing with a wave of his hand as if to indicate he was aware.

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Hungry Monkey was originally a lv.3 laborer, with a Strength of 16 points, Agility of 10 points, and Resistance of 6 points.

He had added all three Free Attribute Points he got from leveling up to Resistance, not increasing his Strength by even a single point. His innate Strength was 15 points, which he had gradually increased to 16 points, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say he had Innate Divine Strength.

After Hungry Monkey changed his profession to lv.1 Fighter, those 3 points in Resistance were not deducted. Once the Fighter leveled up again, Hungry Monkey added the rewarded 1 Free Attribute Point to Strength, and the current Strength Attribute had become 17 points.

This was also one of the Supernatural rules of this world—

"When a Supernatural Profession Player chooses to change their occupation to another Supernatural Profession or a Lifestyle Occupation, all Free Attribute Points used in the previous occupation will be deducted."

"When a Lifestyle Occupation Player chooses to change their occupation to a Supernatural Profession, all Free Attribute Points used in the previous occupation will be retained."

Unlike Supernatural Profession Players, who gain one Free Attribute Point each time they level up,

Lifestyle Players only gain one Free Attribute Point during the first three level-ups.

For the Fighter occupation, needless to say, Strength is naturally the most important Attribute.

Theoretically speaking,

If you worked as a laborer for a few years and "free-loaded" the three Free Attribute Points rewarded by the Lifestyle Occupation, then changed your profession to Fighter, you'd end up with a stronger foundation than other newcomers, naturally having three additional Free Attribute Points.

But that's only theoretical.

While this path can be taken, a Fighter Occupation Inheritance Book costs 50,000 Credit Points, and subsequent promotions, level-ups, body enhancements, and so on all require a considerable expenditure of money, which people from poor families would never choose this path.

And families with even a slight bit of money, how could they possibly sacrifice three or four years of time just for 3 Free Attribute Points?

It's a complete loss.

Only people like Hungry Monkey could enjoy this kind of hidden discount.

And right now, he had already reached lv.3 marksman, and he could change his occupation after clearing one more secret realm. So far, he hadn't learned any skills as the primary source of skills for a marksman in the early stages was only through purchasing them or through drops from secret realms.

Hungry Monkey also had not learned any skills and needed to buy a Skill Book.

His Skill Book was bad enough, but the ones for Fighters were not cheap at all.

He also needed to buy some protective gear to prepare for the big event in three days.

All these required money.

But... he had no money in his pocket.

Chen Miao sat on the bus, his face expressionless as he looked at the balance in his account: only 170 Star Coins and 1,500 Credit Points.

Let alone buying things.

It was hard enough to feed Hungry Monkey, not to mention how much he ate, even though it wasn't particularly expensive—the amount was overwhelming.

"Miao,"

Just then, Hungry Monkey, sitting next to Chen Miao, rubbed his belly and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Sigh."

Chen Miao let out a soft sigh, and for a moment he wasn't sure of what to say. When had Hungry Monkey subconsciously decided that he was in charge of meals?

He guessed it was alright since he occupied Hungry Monkey's bed. It was only right to provide meals.

But the problem was that he had no money left.

Doctor Gou had run off, and he had no clue where to get money now. They used to say that "you can run away from the monk, but not from the temple," but the monks hadn't run away yet—only the temple had.

As he pondered this serious issue, he suddenly noticed Hungry Monkey tapping his wristwatch and blurted out nonchalantly, "Hey, who's this?"