I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Before entering the dream, I designed a prop for myself, a prop that would make me start to suffocate after eight hours. In the feeling of near death from suffocation, I woke up from the fourth layer of the dream."

"I speculate that a near-death experience should help one escape from the fourth layer of the dream."

"Hmm?"

Zhang Wanlin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with an unpleasant tone, he said sternly, "Do you take me for a fool? Let me repeat myself, my father, Zhang Boling, is not someone you can afford to offend. Put away your little tricks."

"We have conducted countless experiments."

"We have already tried the method involving the sensation of near-death, and it was utterly useless. The subjects never showed the slightest sign of regaining consciousness, even up to the point of death."

Chen Miao raised an eyebrow, "Did those subjects you mentioned know beforehand that they would suffer fatal attacks in their sleep?"

"Of course not."

Zhang Wanlin shook his head. How could they inform the subjects in advance? It was important to consider the impact. None of the Zhang Family's experimental subjects were obtained illegally; they were all recruited legally as volunteers. At their status, they had to be more cautious not to capsize in this gutter.

It would cost more money, but it was safer.

They wouldn't bury a safety hazard for themselves to save a little money. Before the experiment started, they had all signed a contract with the subjects, which included this clause—

"This experiment carries a great risk of death, I am aware and agree."

Nevertheless, there were still many who accepted.

One reason was the genuine need for money, which they offered in an ample amount. The second reason was that almost everyone believed they would be the lucky one, but recently, it had become increasingly difficult to recruit volunteers since too many had died.

If it were known at recruitment that they would fall into a state of near-death during their sleep until they awokened, even fewer people would sign up.

"That's right."

Chen Miao chuckled and nodded, "The thing you can trust the least is your own brain, because it can deceive you. But it's also the thing you can trust the most, because it will come to your aid when your conscious mind is lost, like triggering an emergency program."

"But the prerequisite is, you have to let your brain know what's happening."

"That's why, before entering the fourth layer of the dream, I told myself that if I didn't wake up after eight hours, I would die."

"Informed of this intel, my brain woke me from the sleep as I was about to suffocate."

"This is called the power of the brain."

"However—"

He paused briefly and continued, "One person alone isn't enough; the presence of a Senior Transcendent is required to accompany them into the dream. Even though I became conscious because of my brain's calling in the fourth layer of the dream, I was unable to return. There was simply no way to break through the fourth layer of the dream."

"Lord Miao, who entered the dream with me, helped me shatter the fourth layer of the dream."

"Only then did I successfully return."

"So, to awaken from the fourth layer of the dream, these two conditions are indispensable."

He was, of course, making it all up, pulling it out of thin air. In fact, him waking up was entirely a fluke; not he, but Lord Miao awoke. If it hadn't been for Lord Miao calling him, he would never have woken up.

Perhaps one thing was correct.

A Senior Transcendent entering the fourth layer of the dream would indeed be more likely to wake up. But whether it was correct or not didn't matter. He didn't like the man in front of him, so he simply gave him an answer to experiment with slowly on his own.

The more members of his family who were Senior Transcendents that died, the better.

"There's some sense to it."

Zhang Wanlin nodded thoughtfully, "Why haven't we considered this before? So that's how it is."

After that, he burst out laughing, patted Chen Miao on the shoulder, and said, "Thanks, little brother, you're quite agreeable. From now on, when you're out and about and run into trouble, I'll allow you to drop my name. As long as they know me, they shouldn't dare to touch you."

"But remember, you must use my father Zhang Wanlin's title."

"Got it?"

"If you use the wrong title, even if others let you off, I'll still come looking for you."

...

Zhang Wanlin left with a laugh without turning back, and Chen Miao looked at Zhang Wanlin's retreating figure with a light chuckle but didn't speak. Only then did the deputy mayor start to speak with a somewhat ugly expression, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Chen Miao."

"The Zhang Family is considered a powerful clan in Jingjiu City. I'm just a deputy mayor; my words don't carry enough weight."

"It's okay."

Chen Miao shook his head and didn't mind the incident. He and the deputy mayor weren't close to begin with, so it was normal for the latter not to stick up for him. Moreover, he didn't want to make things too intense.

We're all adults.

Intense matters should be done sneakily in places where no one can see at night.

During the day, it's better to keep things peaceful.

He had made quite a name for himself lately, so much so that this wealthy young master had proactively sought him out. However, everyone's impression of him seemed to be that of a lucky fellow who woke up from the fourth layer of dreams, a hero who saved the world, and so on.

Perhaps no one knew that he truly made his name in this world because of firepower.

It seemed everyone had forgotten his strength.

Looking at the Thomson Submachine Gun lying quietly in his backpack, he smiled and murmured, "Old buddy, it's been many years. Have you missed me?"

"This world is too complicated, and too chaotic."

Ever since he woke up from the dreamscape, he had only one goal, which was to quickly become the strongest in this world and then use every means possible to search for Lord Miao, even though he knew the hope was slim. However, he still wanted to try.

That way, at least... his mind would be at peace.

In this life, whether one is righteous or evil, they must follow their heart and find peace within.

If by chance, Lord Miao was really waiting for him in a new world, and he took no action, when the day came for a reunion in the future, Lord Miao's look would make him unable to raise his head. Although he knew Lord Miao wouldn't blame him for any of this and would instead be excited to finally meet him,

He still wouldn't be able to lift his head again.

He couldn't fathom how Lord Miao, with his personality, became ranked first on the leaderboard and became a Senior Transcendent of the Federation.

It felt like a personality that could easily be tricked and killed by others.

If only... if only he could take all the Zhang Family's money for himself, his progress would surely be much faster. What's the most admirable way to start one's rise? It's from scratch.

From having nothing at all and building a thriving enterprise.

And what's the quickest way to rise? It's by underhanded means.

As long as you are ruthless enough, all the wealth in the world could be yours.

Plundering has always been one of the fastest ways to accumulate wealth.

Chen Miao's eyes gradually narrowed, and plans already started to form in his mind. The Zhang Family was too big for him to handle, but he was quite optimistic about the potential of the AI drug market, and he might be able to take a bite out of that segment."