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 dusk sky stretched boundlessly, with brown clouds overhead that resembled a coiling dragon, extending towards infinity.


The ground beneath his feet was a vast expanse of red land, with gusts of sand carrying an acrid smell. Walking through it made Lu Ping'an wonder if he had arrived at Mars as imagined in classic science fiction.


He reached out his hand, squinted his eyes, but still felt somewhat suffocated.


The people he brought along were even more peculiar.


Most of them were equipped with a combination of oxygen tanks and anti-poison masks, their heavy protective suits paired with power armor... Lu Ping'an increasingly felt as if he had ventured to an alien planet.


"Su Yuanyuan, how long will they likely need to adapt?"


Among a group of armored guards, Lu seemed the most striking.


In truth, the current Lu Ping'an could probably be thrown into the void of space and the universe, needing only to "modify" himself a bit to fully adapt.


Chapter 1543: New Base