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 desolate land stretched endlessly, with the intense rock music of the wasteland echoing around. The man behind the steering wheel twisted it joyfully, his blind eyes making a lasting impression.


Besides him, the car was filled with memorable girls... On the half-open roof, Meow and a little devil with horns were singing happily together, swaying side by side, while Big Cat below covered her ears.


For her, this "metal bottle clinking against wine bottles – a junky noise of the depraved era" was pure torture... She profoundly regretted and missed her ballet and symphony reserves (all ruined by Lu Ping'an).


Suddenly, on a ramp, the car flew up and began spinning mid-air.


The four passengers on top sang even louder, with Big Cat closing her eyes while covering her ears, and the blind man seemed even happier.


However, it seemed they had a bit of bad luck as the car was set to land roof-first.


Chapter 1552 Tourism