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?

Lu Ping'an had pondered what the other side of the vortex might be like, but once he actually stepped into the Octopus's world, he frowned.


The skin of the Fishman life forms was quite special, not only sensitive, but it also allowed them to "taste" using the sensory organs on their surface, and upon just arriving in the Exotic Realm, Lu Ping'an's nervous system responded with a strong urge to vomit.


This was the Fishman "tasting" the water, and this body of water was clearly not suitable for this ethnic group to live.


In fact, the catfish over there were really vomiting.


"Could it be that I've made the sensory system wrong? No, that can't be right, I used the Fishman template from Mercury 42. It can't be that it smells foul to them but fragrant to me. We're not dogs..."


"Your shell is not the issue; the problem is the world."


Chris seemed completely unfazed, as if she had no concerns about the environment at hand.


Chapter 1490: First Exploration