A Useless Superpower

What was going on?

Could it be... could it be because she had eaten the chicken spirit's inner core?

If that was really the case, then was that chicken spirit's superpower just "everything tastes good"?

Tu Ran imagined the chicken spirit monster eating human internal organs.

She was starting to believe that this superpower really did have that function.

It was a superpower that made her laugh and cry at the same time.

Calling this ability useless—it could stimulate her appetite and indirectly help her build up her body. Calling it useful—it seemed that whether food tasted good or not didn't really help her survival.

Especially when compared to the hook snake's superpower, it was like night and day.

But no matter what, it was still a superpower; having it was better than not having it. Tu Ran happily finished the rest of her meal.

After cleaning up the dishes, Tu Ran headed to the Federal Center.

According to the original body's memories, the Federal Center had training grounds for all kinds of personnel.

She needed to practice shooting.

Her accuracy needed improvement.

She took the suspended electric rail and got off at the Administrative Hall station.

Following the route in her memory, she arrived at the training ground.

This training ground occupied three floors of the Federal Administrative Building.

Because most Federal Government employees had to go out on duty.

Whenever they went out on duty, they would encounter all kinds of dangers—gang fights, radical protest groups, and even wandering homeless people. Many people harbored great malice toward the Federal Government, and these Federal employees were their targets.

So the vast majority of Federal Government employees would go to the training ground regularly for practice.

Among them, the guards of the Executive Department and the Pioneers were frequent visitors.

Tu Ran changed into training clothes in the locker room and followed the map to the shooting range.

She started with a pistol.

Wearing goggles, she stood at the designated spot and fired at the target.

Now she could hit the target with every shot, but not a single one hit the bullseye.

The bullets were scattered randomly across the target, distributed quite evenly.

That was her current shooting performance.

She loaded a fresh magazine and began another round.

"Bang, bang, bang... bang, bang... bang..."

The recoil made her arms numb, but Tu Ran tried to keep her arms steady.

She emptied the entire magazine.

Still no bullseye.

Tsk, what was going on?

Tu Ran recalled the original body's knowledge about shooting accuracy.

Keep your arms steady, have a clear target, don't overthink it, and just shoot.

Logically, she had followed all the original body's methods, so why couldn't she hit the mark?

As Tu Ran was racking her brains, a voice from beside her interrupted her thoughts.

"Your shooting has never been accurate, whether in the past or now."

Tu Ran turned to see Xie Xu standing two lanes away, who had appeared at some point.

He was also wearing training clothes and goggles, loading his pistol.

Judging by his words, had the original body also been a bad shot?

Tu Ran thought about it for a moment—yeah, it seemed so. She had never seen any memory of hitting the bullseye in the original body's memories.

The original body's shooting rule had always been: overwhelm with quantity.

Accuracy didn't matter; as long as she fired enough bullets, she would eventually hit a vital spot.

That was also why the original body preferred machine guns.

After loading, Xie Xu aimed at his target, his pistol and arm forming a perfectly straight horizontal line, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With one gunshot, Tu Ran glanced at his target—dead center of the bullseye.