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?

Depravation has no limit, and peace is but an ideal; greedy raiders will not miss any opportunity.


War didn't stop for anyone's actions—during the time Lu Ping'an was being honest, the war escalated quickly.


"...Has the battlefield already come to this?"


In the water, Lu Ping'an tried to control his new limbs, but the results were quite terrible.


He couldn't feel the surrounding water pressure; the dim and even dark seabed became a true dark abyss after he lost the "Eye of Truth."


Lu Ping'an tried to stay calm and knew in his heart that this was actually not a significant person... because he knew this was just a routine sniper battle: a few medium to large-sized Fishmen with crocodile skin had emerged from a small spatial rift and were swiftly dealt with by the local mercenaries.


"...The environment is much worse than I imagined," he found he might have overestimated this body.


Chapter 1501 New Hope