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Chapter 92: Chapter 91: 10 Missiles?

Chen Miao silently abandoned the thought at the bottom of his heart. He just felt an added sense of helplessness towards this chaotic world, always feeling that it was far more disordered than the world he knew before.

Although the previous world also had instances of ruthless actions,

at least… things were kept to appearances, not as openly ugly.

In this world,

forget it, there's no way to put it. In this damn world, one can only make oneself as strong as possible. He had come to understand that this world operated on an even purer form of survival of the fittest.

It was just a pity about the Hungry Monkey.

Such a promising young man, dead just like that. Of all things to dabble in, why love? His death was simply too tragic.

...

Everything then returned to normal.

Yuan Buping was engrossed in studying his Tower Defense Building, while the remaining members of the Tomb Guardian Power had all gone to the Apocalypse Paradise in the Sankui Wasteland, which was the secret realm that Chen Miao had just come from. The challenge of that realm wasn't great, and with their abilities, they were more than capable. It was a good opportunity for them to toughen up and gain some combat experience.

Kill 500 zombies.

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As long as one didn't replace oneself in a desperate situation and left some room for maneuver, the task was practically effortless.

The Hungry Monkey was full and could eat no more, staring dumbfounded at his own panel. He began to throw punches continuously to increase his Skill Proficiency. There were no shortcuts to improving skill proficiency; it could only be done through constant use.

"Pixiu Holy Body," ingest without excretion.

He didn't know if it counted as a side effect, but ever since activating this bloodline power, the Hungry Monkey had become unable to defecate. From now on, he'd never have to worry about constipation or hemorrhoids. Urination remained normal; it was just the bowel movements that had ceased.

But perhaps the law of conservation of energy was being followed.

Even though he no longer defecated, the volume of his urination was nearly ten times what it used to be. The last time he was at the toilet, his legs went numb, and he still hadn't finished.

This might also be a matter of fate for the Hungry Monkey, as he just happened to come across Chen Miao. In addition, just under Chen Miao's guidance, he had transitioned into becoming a fighter and had acquired a Hidden Occupation for fighters within the secret realm, with three books pertaining to the Hidden Occupation of a fighter ready for him.

If even one of the three conditions had not been met, the Hungry Monkey would likely have never discovered he had such an incredible bloodline.

He might have ended up working as a manual laborer on a construction site for life.

...

Within the graveyard,

the Hungry Monkey, who had just finished a sweaty punching session and was somewhat exhausted, slumped to the ground, gazing at the black and white photograph on his tombstone with a somewhat dazed expression as he murmured, "Grandma, you were right. Sticking with the right person, indeed everything seems to get better."

His future was now immeasurable.

He couldn't even fantasize about one day standing at the summit of the Federation, becoming one of that privileged few. Something like this was unimaginable to him before, but as time passed, that position seemed to draw ever closer.

Who could dream of such a thing?

He certainly never imagined it in his life.

He understood why Miao asked him not to divulge this information. Miao was worried that others might try to woo him away. Actually, Miao thought too much; even if other powers came knocking, he wouldn't leave.

This Hidden Occupation of his would be the same no matter which power he developed it in. What difference would a more powerful faction make?

Moreover, in other major powers, there were constant internal rivalries, unlike his solid veteran status with the Tomb Guardians, his position as Miao's trusted confidant. Besides, everything he had was given to him by Miao. He was not the type to betray loyalty.

As he thought about it, the Hungry Monkey touched himself with his own loyalty. In these times, people like him were rare.

In fact, what the Hungry Monkey didn't know was that Chen Miao had never thought that way at all. He was simply concerned that if news got out, Hungry Monkey would be killed, and this was not an uncertain possibility, but an inevitability.

...

Meanwhile—

Chen Miao, who was already standing at the entrance of Secret Realm Building's E-Level "Three-Two-One Wooden Man," took a deep breath, his grip tightening on the Cursed Doll in his hand, his emotions stirring. He had everything prepared.

Over the years, although he had made many enemies, he also had good relationships with some people.

As long as he broke the record, he could immediately assume the position and start the handover process.

The current record for the Deputy Director of the Event Bureau was 4 minutes and 21 seconds. All he needed to do was to beat that record. His personal best was 9 minutes and 31 seconds. His occupation wasn't suited for setting records in these kinds of secret realms, but that couldn't be helped.

Soon, he calmed his emotions and entered the secret realm.

A huge room tiled with ceramics unfolded before him; a red line was drawn across the floor, and not far away, a large wooden mannequin stood.

The rules were extremely simple.

The wooden man was invincible while facing him and would launch attacks; at this time, he had to dodge quickly. When the wooden man's back was turned, he was vulnerable to attacks. Stepping over the red line meant the challenge had officially begun, and defeating the wooden man as quickly as possible meant a successful clearing of the secret realm.

After stepping over the line,

he didn't immediately launch an attack but stood still for a moment, patiently dodging the attacks coming from the wooden man. He acknowledged Chen Miao's strength; the attacks stored in the Cursed Doll could definitely kill the wooden man boss within 1 minute.

He only needed to wait patiently for a while and keep his time around 3 minutes.

That way, killing the boss in just a few seconds wouldn't make the record too conspicuous.

He was so eager to become the Deputy Director of the Event Bureau. After the major event ended, Chen Miao had not contacted him, and he couldn't sleep at all during the night, his heart unsettled. He knew that the words he had just spoken might seem too obvious in Chen Miao's eyes.

But he had spoken them anyway.

It wasn't too late to talk about these matters after he had successfully assumed the position. All he wanted now was to succeed in his appointment; everything else was secondary.

About 2 minutes passed.

Feeling that it was about time, lest any more delays lead to errors, Zhou Shen took a deep breath. During the brief moment when the wooden man turned around, he crushed the Cursed Doll in his hand.

A white vortex portal suddenly emerged in mid-air.

However...

The scene he had anticipated, where bullets gushed from the portal like a plague of locusts, did not occur.

Instead—

A full 10 massive missiles emerged from the portal, struggling to squeeze through as they carried intense flames and a strong sense of oppression, crashing down onto the wooden man boss!

"It's over!"

Almost instantly, a powerful shockwave exploded throughout the empty secret realm, and countless flashes of light burst forth from the center. The visibly expanding shockwave rushed towards him like Yama's death warrant.

What exactly had Miao stuffed into the Cursed Doll?

10 missiles?

Shit!

Those 10 missiles would definitely kill the wooden man boss, but if nothing out of the ordinary happened, he likely wouldn't survive either.

Just as the shockwave was about to engulf him, Zhou Shen gave a bitter smile as if he suddenly came to terms with everything. Dying like this was quite hard to accept. What about his daughter? Who would take care of her?

Still, he instantly activated all the defensive talismans on his body, ready to face the onslaught.