I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"This is..."

At the entrance to the "Haina Supernatural Store", the slightly chubby shopkeeper looked towards Chen Miao and his group with a mild shock, taking a moment to process the change. It had only been a few days, yet it felt as if they had completely traded in old guns for new artillery.

Hadn't they just been here a few days ago buying materials to craft occupational weapons for a gunman?

Today they appeared quite wealthy, with a group following behind, looking every bit a part of the well-heeled crowd.

The shopkeeper subconsciously glanced at the "Fengtian City Perfect Dungeon Clear Rankings", finding Chen Miao's name at the 367th position, having cleared dungeons perfectly twice now. No wonder...

But even with two consecutive perfect dungeon clears, he shouldn't have made so much money so quickly, right?

Without time to ponder further, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted them with a big smile, "We've got everything, everything except coffins, but there's a coffin shop at the end of this street where you can inquire afterward."

"Come in, take a look, it's windy outside."

The shopkeeper strode into the store and laid out several protective garments on a table.

"We have three grades of protective clothing here, F-grade, E-grade, and D-grade," he announced.

"The F-grade protective clothing can withstand a maximum energy value of 500 and is priced at 3,000 Federal Credit Points. Generally speaking, it would fall apart after a boxer's flurry of punches—it's not very durable, but it's better than nothing."

"E-grade can withstand a maximum energy value of 1000 and is priced at 10,000 Federal Credit Points."

"The D-grade can withstand a maximum energy value of 5000 and is priced at 100,000 Federal Credit Points."

"It's worth noting that as long as the protective clothing hasn't reached its maximum energy value limit, it will slowly recover. But once it exceeds that, it will shatter instantly, becoming worthless."

"Hmm."

Chen Miao gave a slight nod, looking at the three types of protective clothing on the table. They weren't actually clothes, but rather badge-like objects shaped like pentagons that could be attached to any part of the clothing and activated at any time to form a protective light shield against damage in times of crisis.

Very useful stuff.

He had encountered it many times recently. Zhou Yiming had charged at him, bullet after bullet, relying on the protective clothing to reach him. Truly wonderful gear.

The energy coefficient of his Thompson Submachine Gun ranged between 6-15.

Which means a D-grade protective clothing could roughly withstand about 500 of his bullets. Last night Zhou Yiming almost did just that; it seemed he was wearing a D-grade protective garment, worth 100,000 credit points—quite the affluent man indeed.

It seems, these days, playing a corrupt cop pays far better than being a good Samaritan.

"That's not right."

At that moment, Hungry Monkey, who stood to the side, furrowed his brow and looked up at the shopkeeper, "Your D-grade protective clothing has an energy threshold five times higher than the E-grade, so why is it ten times more expensive?"

"Can't I just buy 10 E-grade protective garments and layer them?"

"Err..."

The shopkeeper gave a wry smile, "That's the market price, the same at any shop. Although it seems like it only withstands five times the energy, in critical moments, it can save your life."

"You can only wear one piece of protective clothing."

"Unless you buy 10 pieces and change to a new one just as the previous one is about to break."

"But... in most cases, there is no chance to switch. Generally speaking, by the time the protective clothing breaks, the person probably won't live much longer anyway. Protective clothing isn't the main line of defense; it's the last line of defense for your life."

After pondering for a brief moment, Chen Miao spoke up, "Give me two D-grade protective garments, one E-grade, and sixteen F-grade."

"Alright."

The shopkeeper's face lit up with excitement as he picked up a calculator to tally the bill—it was no small deal, a rather significant sale.

"All together that's 258,000 credit points."

"And throw in seven Gunner Profession Inheritance Books."

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"This one's on the house," said the owner generously with a wave of his hand, laughing. The item itself was worth next to nothing, 10 credit points a piece. The only reason his warehouse stocked these was for the off chance someone would sell back so he could add a contact method and later sell a series of Gunner-specific props and materials.

Considering Fengtian City's city-state effect.

Big events and secret realm outputs that produced Gunman Profession materials and props had their drop rates tripled, resulting in Fengtian City simply having too many Gunner Profession Inheritance Books. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you could find them in the garbage.

"Do you have skill books for Fighters and Gunners?"

"Yes!"

The owner nodded vigorously with a big smile, pulling a large box from under the table and placing it on top: "Here they are, all inside. These are all common skills, though. The rare skills still have to come from the secret realms and major events."

"The skill books we get are basically all common skills. The rare ones don't fall into my hands."

"I have skill books from First Turn to Third Turn. You two must be looking for First Turn ones, right?"

Both the Gunner and the Fighter are First Turn professions.

"This one."

The owner rummaged for a while and pulled out three skill books, placing them on the table: "These are three First Turn Fighter skill books. Fighters can only learn these three skills, more skills can be learned after a job transfer."

"They are—"

"F-level skill 'Silent Strike', F-level skill 'Skull Split', F-level skill 'Hell Suplex'."

"Fifty thousand per book, one hundred and fifty thousand for three."

"First Turn Gunners can also only learn these three skills. I have them all here."

"F-level skill 'Rapid Reload', F-level skill 'Eagle Eye', F-level skill 'Firepower Coverage'."

"One thousand per book, three thousand for three."

"How many do you want?"

The owner looked at Chen Miao expectantly, already planning to celebrate with a nice dinner that night. This deal was bound to make him at least 50k.

"..."

A twitch formed at the corner of Chen Miao's mouth but he said nothing. The three Gunner skills together were only 3000 credit points, yet a single Fighter's was fifty thousand?

Isn't the disparity a bit too much?

Even Hungry Monkey felt embarrassed and said quietly, "Maybe we should just forget it. I don't really need the skills, I think swinging the hammer is enough."

It was just too expensive; he felt a bit ashamed to take them.

Chen Miao didn't say anything but started to read through the skill panels of these skills one by one.

The first two skills for the Gunner profession were average, one reduced reload time, and the other increased visibility. It was the last F-level skill 'Firepower Coverage' that gradually made his expression become strange.

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'Skill Name': Firepower Coverage.

'Skill Level': F.

'Skill Effect': Activate the skill to empty all the bullets in your firearm's magazine within one second, instantly creating a waterfall of bullets that envelopes the enemy.

'Skill Restriction': None.

'Skill Introduction': 'Feel the charm of Firepower Coverage, kid!'

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