Blinding Gunmanship

"New Traitor, arrange it immediately!"

Director Qian, transformed into a Golden Little Lightball, began directing the situation. "Control Group, use a Flashback Kill directly! Stuff Chu Fan's location information into that selfish subconscious Supporting Character's mind!"

"Find a way to kill Zhang Guangmu first."

Speaking of which, Director Qian paused. "Forget it, I'll explain in more detail."

"The internal conflict within the Protagonist Group is too severe. Although the contradictions are intense and easily draw viewers in, that isn't what I want to convey!"

"The theme of 'Endless Food Bag' is struggle, survival, and humanity—not ugly power struggles!"

Director Qian's voice grew quieter and quieter. He seemed to feel that his words were somewhat vague, too unconvincing even to himself, so he abruptly changed his tone. "Your artistic cultivation isn't good enough to understand my intentions. Just do what I tell you!"

"Now, we need to pick up the pace and get the Protagonist Group fighting Boss Zhao sooner."

"And make the Protagonist Group mistakenly believe that Zhang Guangmu is a sinister villain who has already betrayed them. If possible, it would be best if Chu Fan did it himself."

Speaking of which, Director Qian said in a complicated tone, "A Loyal Youth being killed by the very people he wanted to protect is not only dramatic, but it can also slightly elevate the theme and leave a deep impression on the audience!"

"I don't need to teach you step by step, do I? Even third-rate Control the Field staff who resort to Flashback Kill whenever they can't decide anything could handle this."

The Black Lightballs beside him immediately wriggled. "Got it, got it! We guarantee a perfect completion of the mission!"

Inside the world of "Endless Food Bag."

Time flowed away like water. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

True Blink Days Gone.

Director Qian had employed Spring and Autumn Annals Writing to the fullest.

Having personally experienced it all, Zhang Guangmu could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.

Though he had done nothing, he truly felt as though he had not wasted a single second. He had lived through all three days completely, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

"After finishing that bucket of instant noodles, I quietly recovered from my injuries in this room."

Zhang Guangmu recalled carefully. "So... for these three days, I just kept cycling between sleeping and waking?"

"For three whole days, they gave me nothing to eat or drink, and I still didn't starve to death..."

That was simply absurd!

The Production Team was too stingy!

They could not even bear to hand out a few more virtual props.

Eating Nutrient Paste every day in the Real World was already miserable enough. What was wrong with letting him have a big meal and enjoy life a little?

They would not even give him a Last Meal...

Anyone who worked with Director Qian again was a Puppy!

After grumbling inwardly for a while, Zhang Guangmu began seriously assessing his physical condition.

He discovered that the injuries he had suffered earlier had completely healed.

Nothing hurt or itched. He was brimming with energy, vigorous and full of life, as if he could easily go out and run five kilometers.

Zhang Guangmu curled his lip.

That Silly Director's bizarre setting.

A person suffering from Severe Malnutrition, tortured until he was barely breathing and on the verge of death at any moment, ate only a bucket of instant noodles over three days—and still recovered completely?

All one could say was...

It was worthy of the bizarre world constructed by Director Qian!

When Zhang Guangmu had joined "Endless Food Bag," he had heard some rumors—Director Qian's previous three films had all completely collapsed because their Protagonists died of grievous injuries that could not be treated.

And Xuanlong Empire regulations stipulated that once a Subconscious Film World had been constructed, no further Material Interference could be carried out. That was probably why Director Qian had thoroughly overturned some of this world's fundamental properties.

This Extreme Recovery Ability Zhang Guangmu possessed was not unique to him.

Every Actor in this film had the same trait!

It was just that everyone had their Real World memories blocked. Without anything to compare it to, they would not find it abrupt or incomprehensible.

"Speaking of which..."

Zhang Guangmu narrowed his eyes slightly as Thoughts raced through his mind. "The body the Production Team gave me has suffered from malnutrition for a long time. Its physical condition is terrible. Even with Imperial Body Forging Technique 1, my combat power in a direct fight is still far too weak."

"Forget comparing myself to the Protagonist Group. Even against Boss Zhao's ordinary cannon fodder, I could only barely win."

"But!"

Many people feared the word "but," yet Zhang Guangmu, caught in a crisis, needed one right now.

"This world's hidden 'Super Recovery Ability' setting... can be exploited!"

Zhang Guangmu's Thoughts whirled. "Even if other Actors have their Real World memories blocked, they still act based on their subconscious and will try their best to avoid getting hurt."

"But I don't need to fear that."

"Broken arms and legs are no big deal. Even if my Liver Spleen Lung Kidney are smashed to pieces, I don't need to worry."

"As long as I'm not shot in the head, I can keep hanging on!"

Just as he was about to savor the thought further, a burst of terrifying gunfire suddenly rang out from outside the window.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Something happened on Boss Zhao's turf!"

Zhang Guangmu immediately rolled out of bed, hurried to the door, pushed it open a crack, and began observing what exactly was happening outside.

Although he could obtain useful information from the audience's discussions and plot analysis in a way similar to peeking at a screen, Director Qian's "three days in a blink" had caught him completely off guard this time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire was incessant, and the heavy smell of gunpowder rushed toward him, lifting Zhang Guangmu's spirits.

He noticed a group of unfamiliar faces in white bulletproof vests wreaking havoc within Changhe Survivor Camp.

The leader had a center-parted hairstyle and handsome features. He was the very image of a sunny, handsome young man.

The instant Zhang Guangmu saw this man, whose Appearance Value ranked only below his own, he immediately recognized him—the male Protagonist of "Endless Food Bag," Chu Fan!

At this moment, Chu Fan held two guns of unknown model and sprayed bullets everywhere. Like a war god descending to earth, he led a group of youthful, pretty yet dirt-smudged girls through Changhe Camp, wreaking havoc.

Zhang Guangmu smacked his lips.

"That gunmanship is truly blinding."

His moves looked fierce as a tiger, but his results were zero point five—that described Chu Fan's accuracy perfectly.

It was truly underperforming.

He never reloaded throughout the entire fight and fired more than a hundred rounds in succession, yet only an estimated three to five bullets actually hit anyone.

And those pistols with magazines that could hold more than fifty rounds each...

It was not that Xuanlong Empire's technology could not achieve such a thing.

In fact, Xuanlong Empire's research departments could certainly develop compact Ranged Weapons that carried terrifying amounts of ammunition, had tremendous killing power, and did not need to consider barrel overheating.

But the things in Protagonist Chu Fan's hands...

At a glance, they were fictional firearms specially cobbled together by the Production Team to avoid copyright issues. They did not fit the era's setting at all.

There were too many things to criticize, but Zhang Guangmu had no time to keep complaining.

Because...

Chu Fan had already met his gaze.

"Zhang Guangmu, you despicable villain, die!"

Chu Fan, like a god descended to earth, had bloodshot eyes and a terrifyingly twisted expression. He wildly Pull the Trigger, and the muzzle aimed at Zhang Guangmu began spitting flames...

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Adjust your breathing rhythm and sense the tremor of steel—you created 'Steel Breathing Method.'

Sense the patterns and veins of the longsword. After tens of thousands of sword swings, the sword form became second nature—you created 'Iron Cutting Style.'

Walk the path of a pure sword cultivator, carrying a sword forward, nearly becoming one with the Dao—you created a transcendent system: 'Sword Dao.'

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The immortal Dao is unkind; the Sword Dao shall overturn it.

The immortals are unkind; strike them down with the sword.

Even a mere mortal must hold a sword and question the heavens—

Can sword cultivators like us wield the swords in our hands and use them to prove transcendence?