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Chapter 93: Chapter 92: "I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

Before he died, a strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

If...

If he had not been so desperate for the position of Deputy Director of the Event Bureau, would he not be dying now? If he had not been so proud back then, could he have provided a better life for his family? If...

The internet was right; the moments one had lived through really did surge back in one's mind before death.

He flipped through the scenes of his life as if he were watching a movie.

His entire train of thought seemed to freeze as he entered into an indescribably profound state, and then... there was no then...

In the instant that the shockwave was about to engulf Zhou Shen, he was ejected from the Secret Realm, and at the same time, a notification sounded in his ear.

"Ding, congratulations to player Zhou Shen for successfully clearing the F-grade Secret Realm Three-two-one Wooden Man."

"Time taken: two minutes and thirty-seven seconds."

Zhou Shen, who was suddenly ejected from the Secret Realm, heard the notification beside his ear, glanced around at the familiar interior of the Secret Realm Building, and after being confused for a while, quickly felt all over his head and body to make sure he was not missing any parts. Then he collapsed on the floor, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

He completely ignored the surprised looks he was receiving from the people around him.

This level was filled with F-grade Secret Realms.

Could clearing an F-grade Secret Realm really cause one to end up so sweaty?

Only he knew what he had just experienced. Even if he had activated all the defensive items on him, even if he was known for being tough as a fighter class, he was clear that he absolutely couldn't have withstood it.

An explosion of ten missiles right to his face, how could he possibly have held up against that?

Thankfully, he had survived.

Zhou Shen, who had been sitting on the ground catching his breath for quite a while, looked up at the people around him and suddenly started laughing. His laughter grew louder and louder, the emotions of many days erupting in an instant. From then on, he was the Deputy Director of the Event Bureau.

The obsession he had harbored for so many years was suddenly fulfilled.

But he suddenly felt as if something was missing from his life.

If only he could have attained this position earlier.

His wife would have had fewer regrets before she died, and her days would have been better.

Zhou Shen struggled to rise from the ground and staggered outside. For some reason, much of his hair had turned white, and he seemed to have aged over a decade all at once. Perhaps the near-death opportunity had brought him some sort of clarity, making him appear much older, yet imbued with an indescribable air.

...

"Daddy, why are you here?"

As the sky gradually darkened at the school gate,

a girl in a princess dress pouted and looked at Zhou Shen with some dissatisfaction, whispering, "I'm already trying to make friends with them. You don't have to come over in person to tell me."

These days, her father had always wanted her to befriend the children in her class who came from families with backgrounds. She knew well what her father was trying to do, but for a child, the thought of friendship mixed with such considerations just felt odd.

Moreover, most of them had higher status than her.

As the daughter of the Deputy Director of the Law Enforcement Bureau, she was already considered a princess in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the reputable schools of Fengtian City, she hardly seemed important.

"Hehe."

Dressed in casual clothes, Zhou Shen that day smiled and stroked his daughter's head, speaking in a pleased tone, "You won't have to anymore. I was obsessed recently, but now I have found a noble person to help me, and that person gave me a hand."

"Tomorrow, I can take office as the Deputy Director of the Event Bureau."

"With the help of the noble person, I might even climb higher in a few years."

After he came out from the Secret Realm, he spent a long time researching and found on the leaderboard that Chen Miao's occupation was a Second Turn "Gun Devil." Despite extensive searches, he couldn't replace any information about this hidden occupation, so it was almost certain that this was a unique hidden occupation.

Hidden occupations are not necessarily some kind of unstoppable force. They just enhance one particular aspect while also having significant drawbacks.

This was even more the case for unique hidden occupations.

The power of hidden occupations wasn't enough for a Level 14 marksman to unleash such potent attacks. Miao definitely had other opportunities.

Yes, Level 14.

This was the first time he had seen a Level 3 marksman who, after one major event, directly leveled up to Level 14. It was the fastest leveling speed he had seen, although, of course, this was limited to Fengtian City. Those freaks in Jingjiu City who jumped straight to Level 18 from the mother's womb were another matter.

As long as Chen Miao's strength continued to grow, especially as a marksman—a politically correct profession in Fengtian City—his influence in Fengtian City would definitely become greater and greater, and his status would rise with the tide.

The government team of Fengtian City had long wanted to elevate someone who could represent Fengtian City and carry the name of its marksmen.

"Sang Biao" was such a risen individual.

He rose with the accumulation of vast resources. Although his power was far above his supernatural peers and he had quite a reputation in Fengtian City, he still didn't stand out when facing supernaturals from other city-states.

If Chen Miao grew fast enough, then Chen Miao would be that person.

All the privileges of Fengtian City would serve Chen Miao.

Just to uplift the name of Fengtian.

And as the person within the system with the best relationship with Chen Miao, that status...

Holding his daughter's hand, Zhou Shen's face, though lost in a reverie, already sported a smile stretching to his ears. He could already imagine the triumphant feeling he would have then. No, wait—he suddenly realized that his relationship with Chen Miao was still too shallow. Experience more on m v|l -NovelFire.net

He hadn't actually helped Chen Miao with anything substantial. He must think of a way to assist Chen Miao with something significant, preferably something that would cost him dearly, to make Chen Miao feel eternally indebted to him.

Then there was the Tomb Guardian's power that Chen Miao had.

See if he could join it.

After taking office tomorrow, he would visit Miao again.

...

"Dad."

Although the little girl didn't understand what "benefactor" her father was talking about, seeing her father, who had been downcast for some time, so happy today, she too was filled with joy. However, she became a bit worried when she saw her father's eerily wide smile, "Dad, you're not sick, are you? And why do you suddenly look so much older?"

"Older, you say?"

Zhou Shen shook his head and spoke nonchalantly, "You don't understand, this is called composure; it's a kind of temperament. When you hold a high position, you must have this temperament. This is called 'the unity of virtue and authority.'

"I've neglected you lately. How about I take you out for some nice food today, would that be good?"

"Yes!"

"By the way, has anyone been bullying you at school?"

"No, I've been getting along with everyone pretty well."

"Would you like to eat hotpot?"

"I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes with oil."

"Roasted sweet potatoes with oil?" Zhou Shen's brow furrowed suddenly, "That's something only the lower class eats?"

In winter, the cold is biting, especially for those who work outside. Many people's hands crack in the cold wind. Roasted sweet potatoes with oil not only warm the body but, because of the oily nature inside the potato skins, can also be applied to the back of the hands to protect them.