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 two Quasi-Gods did not continue their pursuit, as wasting another minute would be a humiliation to their dignity and intelligence.


"His ritual has already been completed."


"The 'Saint' must experience one Death to transform into a 'Divine Son', and the best executioners are the high-level Arbiters, even Deities themselves... What a disgrace, completely tricked by a youngster."


The faces of the two Quasi-Gods looked quite unsightly, knowing they had fallen into a trap. Acting personally without regard for face, they ended up facilitating their opponent's success.


The one killed, without a doubt, was the true body of the King of Black Flames. Faced with the serious scrutiny of the two Quasi-Gods, an Avatar wouldn't suffice... And just a moment before, the Black Flame was mortal. After being killed, however, it assumed that bizarre form, and it was now omnipresent.


"...Not too embarrassing, he'll join us sooner or later, or perhaps, surpass us."


Chapter 1523 Immortal