Persimmon Whale

Spiritual Qi Resurgence, Gods descending?
Continuous disasters, all living beings suffering?
What does it have to do with me? I'm just a patient with an incurable disease, who's been given up on treatment and has a countdown to death.
Embarking on the path of exorcising demons and annihilating immortals with my crippled body is not for the sake of protecting my family and country, but because the hazardous duty pay is too tempting, especially the compensation...
"This Evil Gods profession system is cursed, even if there's smooth progress in the early stages, the practitioners will eventually commit suicide..."
"Give me a set."
"This Demon Sword poisons its user and has already taken ninety-nine lives..."
"Give me two, and also that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, get me a set."
"This Magic Potion is harmful to heaven and earth..."
"Enough talk, I'll take them all!"
However, the problem is, why am I still alive after taking on all these high-risk missions, stepping on every risk, and doing every deadly task?
【Congratulations, congratulations! Ranked first among the Top Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...】
"...Heavens, wasn't the average life expectancy in this line of work three and a half years? I've been here for one cycle of three years after another, I'm almost an S-level hunter, the first of the top ten heroes! Why am I still alive? I just want to make an honor sacrifice, scam some compensation! Is that so hard?!"

How Am I Still Alive?

The sudden event disrupted everyone's plans.


Especially the "Eastern Country Big Shots," who entered the fray without hesitation.


On each front and battlefield, it was the Rule-level Big Shots themselves taking the field, with eighth-tier Legends patrolling back and forth, and ninth-order Quasi-Gods lurking in the mists, ready to intervene at any moment.


"They're in a rush, looks like they're all panicking this time."


Originally, the Eastern Country Big Shots were in the position of Chess Players.


No matter how the frontline battles fared, as long as they didn't lose this game completely, they could simply wait for the war of attrition to unfold.


As the Controllers behind the scenes, even a complete wipeout on the frontline wouldn't affect them as long as the industrial chain remained stable, and their various businesses could still make a fortune... As long as the game was still on, Chess Players could continuously profit from it.


Chapter 1460: Chaos