I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

With the passive skill Eagle Eye, his vision was also very good.

He could even clearly see what the people in this world looked like, with an average height of about 1.5 meters—though their bodies appeared somewhat frail, there was no other difference from humans.

And he was extending his periscope to the outskirts of this city.

In an open-air factory.

Bare-chested workers drenched in sweat were continuously manufacturing zombies on the assembly line, then sending them through the conveyor belt to the Rainbow Portal at the end.

Yes, it was the same portal from which he had extended his periscope.

This was the first time he realized that something like the Zombie Generator actually existed, with a factory behind it churning out zombies.

No wonder the production speed could reach up to 20 times faster, it was because the factory was running overtime at full capacity, wasn't it?

What kind of world was this?

He became extremely curious about this world.

He poked his periscope deeper to get a higher view, and he saw more.

He saw that the cities in this world were the exact opposite of those on Blue Star, situated above the clouds with buildings oriented upside down, pointing towards the ground. Trash disposal in the city was done by tossing it into the sky.

Perhaps that trash would just keep drifting into outer space.

There was no groundwater.

But there were energy converters that drew water from deep within the clouds to supply the city.

There were highways, there were cars.

Everything was pretty much the same as on Blue Star except for being completely opposite.

However, perhaps extending a periscope that was dozens of meters tall through the Rainbow Portal was a bit too conspicuous, as he soon saw many people shouting and looking towards his periscope. He couldn't understand their voices; it was a different language.

"Whoosh!"

A giant cleaver chopped his periscope in half.

It was indeed a giant cleaver.

About three hundred meters long.

He didn't have time to be shocked at the existence of such a gigantic cleaver, but quickly dropped the remaining half of his periscope, preparing to stuff the Rainbow Portal prop into his backpack, not sure if it would fit.

This thing seemed very useful.

Meanwhile—

At the bottom of the Deep Pit, suddenly a door was pushed open. That door blended almost seamlessly with the bottom of the pit, making it impossible to notice there was a door there at all. Out popped a head resembling that of a little dwarf, with hands moving swiftly to take the portal back.

But Chen Miao's hands were faster.

He beat the little dwarf to it, snatching the portal back and putting it into his backpack, then emerging with a friendly smile, saying, "Hello."

He guessed that this world might exist at the core of the planet? Or perhaps it was another civilization?

In any case, it was definitely an alien.

This might be Blue Star's first contact with aliens, which might become a historical moment to be recorded in the history books. He could already imagine the scene—how it would be written... "It was the first contact between humans and aliens, Chen Miao began the encounter with a friendly 'hello,' opening the following chapters."

There was the 'hello world'

And now, 'hello, alien'

Which milestone carried more significance, it might have been the former in the past, but it would be the latter in the future.

Through the door that had been pushed open at the bottom of the Deep Pit, he also saw the scenery of that world.

It seemed to be an office setting, and this little dwarf appeared to be some sort of minor official.

"%%￥￥%￥!!"

The little dwarf who wanted to take away the Rainbow Portal looked angrily at Chen Miao after failing to succeed and started berating him furiously, "%￥%￥￥%￥%!!"

"..."

Chen Miao's face became expressionless, and he fell silent. He couldn't understand a word the little dwarf was saying, but sometimes communication between civilizations doesn't require understanding the meaning; one needs only to look at the facial expressions to get the gist, even if the languages are mutually unintelligible.

Just like now, he knew the little dwarf was definitely cursing. Find exclusive stories on empire

And cursing quite filthily at that.

At this point, maintaining composure would be impolite.

"Fuck your mom!"

"I'll fuck your ancestors!!"

Chen Miao expressionlessly responded with a curse that was a national treasure. It was like what some philosopher had said, if humans ever truly communicated with aliens, the first words would not be hello, but rather a swear word.

Perhaps the little dwarf understood because the entire person froze for a moment, then his mouth opened and closed slightly, and without saying a word, he quickly retracted his head and shut the door.

"Did he understand?"

Chen Miao propped his chin with one hand, thoughtfully sinking into contemplation.

As the little dwarf retracted into the room, Chen Miao suddenly felt that strange gravitational pull from the Deep Pit disappear. He undid the device that had him secured to the cliff wall and fell heavily to the bottom of the Deep Pit.

Gravity was back to normal.

Then he stood up, dusted off the dirt from his body, and looked at the dirt under his feet—by now the Deep Pit was no longer generating zombies; he had already stuffed the Zombie Generator into his backpack. Though it was a semi-solid state portal, as long as it was a prop, it could be put into the backpack.

This was the highest rule.

Just as clouds can float in the sky, it belonged to one of the highest rules of a world; when a world's highest rules shatter, it's the beginning of that world's collapse.

He climbed up again until he emerged from the Deep Pit.

He pulled out his Thomson.

He looked into the Deep Pit with a grin on his face, not hesitating for a moment, and immediately pulled the trigger and started firing.

That's for cursing me.

I'm collapsing your damn office!

Dozens of rounds later, dirt flew up from the bottom of the Deep Pit, and even though he had dug one or two meters deeper, nothing happened. That door had clearly been opened at the bottom of the Deep Pit.

Now, there was nothing there.

It was as if... the door hadn't appeared at the bottom of the Deep Pit, but had been generated out of thin air.

Standing at the edge of the Deep Pit, he scanned the surroundings—the zombies in the area were no longer spawning. After he instantly killed off the surrounding zombies, the Sea of Zombies, dense and swarming, had for the first time experienced a void, like a brawny man whose face was full of moles suddenly had one lasered off.

He then glanced at the number 009 on the edge of the Deep Pit.

Although he didn't know what world that was or what those little dwarves were, he knew one thing from their expressions and the profanities he didn't understand: that portal seemed very important to them.

Since this was 009.

There must be other numbers as well.

And a single portal alone couldn't generate a Sea of Zombies big enough to surround a city of ten million people.

He quickly flew towards other areas he had marked.

Yes.

He could fly.

Even though he had no flying skills or flying props, he still could fly.