Medieval rabbit

Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on.
After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession.
From then on!
While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills.
Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on.
...
One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings.
And in the crowd.
Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."

I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chen Miao stared expressionlessly into the dark space under the bed. Although he wasn't the most experienced Secret Explorer, he had been through his fair share of such ordeals. Since Little He had warned them that the village would be restless at night,


it was only normal for something to crawl out from under the bed after dark.


He had actually planned to saw off the four legs of the bedstead to make it feel safer to sleep in, but after some thought, he dismissed the idea. Firstly, doing so might make the village chief dislike him even more.


And that would make it harder to win his approval.


However, without the chief's approval, it meant he couldn't clear the Secret Realm and would have to die here.


The village chief had become a crucial figure.


While Chen Miao stood pondering on the spot, he heard voices outside the window. Instinctively, he walked over, pulled back the curtain, and looked out through the glass. That glance made him freeze.


Chapter 228: Nonsensical Passage Task.