我怎么还活着？

Resurrection of spiritual energy, the coming of the gods?

Disasters continue, and all lives suffer?

It has nothing to do with me, I am just a terminally ill patient who has been declared a countdown to sudden death and gave up treatment.

Taking the wreckage on the road of exorcism and killing immortals is not to protect the family and the country, but because the risk salary is too attractive, especially the pension…

“This evil art is condemned by heaven. Even if the early stage progresses smoothly, the final practitioner will surely die…”

“Give me a hit.”

“This magic sword has devoured the master, and has already taken ninety-nine lives…”

“Give me two, as well as those man-eating magic helmets, soul-devouring blood claws, and give me a whole set.”

“This medicine hurts the sky and…”

“Stop talking, wrap it up for me!”

But the question is, why do I dare to take on any high-risk task, step on all the thunder, do all the death, but still live and dance.

[Congratulations, congratulations, being named the first of the ten heroes who moved the world……]

“…God, it’s not that the average survival time of this line is three and a half years, three and a half years, and they are almost S-rank hunters, the first of the ten heroes, why haven’t they died. I I just want to make an honorable sacrifice and cheat some pensions. Is it so difficult?!