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 current battlefront is merely a microcosm of the Plane War, just one of countless defenses and assaults of a remote town.


The strength of both sides is not very high; the strongest entities Lu Ping'an can see with the naked eye are just a few Decree-level... Although luxurious by Earth standards, they are somewhat unimpressive to Lu.


Lu Ping'an spread his hands, fingers outstretched.


Once this Rule-level "Fire Controller" and "Life Controller" got serious, everything ended very quickly.


This time, not only did none of the hundred-plus attackers achieve any success, but none managed to escape either.


Lu Ping'an's "Flame" began to consolidate, a template almost identical to his physical self in the material world appeared in this world, and then, he transformed into "Lightning".


As he continually leapt between battlefields, all that was left in his wake were patches of burned ashes.


Chapter 1538: Thousand Layered World