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?

In a dimly lit tavern within a perpetually hot Otherworldly realm, someone voiced this thought.


"The fight is costing us too much, and the reinforcements have yet to arrive..." It seems that the timing is not in our favor.


"Mainly, this world is too unique... At the material level, we can't possibly lose, but in the Energy Plane, our flesh and blood bodies are at a great disadvantage."


Geographically, we are utterly defeated.


"What's most aggravating is that the natives here don't trust us, but instead trust those cosmic pirates, just because they are also bodies of energy..."


There is no harmony among the people, or rather, harmony lies with the opposition.


Fortune, geography, and people—all are against us in this "Battle of Phoenix."


Chapter 1533: Old Friend