How Am I Still Alive?

Spiritual energy is recovering, and the gods are descending?

Disasters are constant, and all living beings suffer?

What does that have to do with me? I'm just a terminally ill patient who has been declared to have a countdown to sudden death and has given up on treatment.

Taking my broken body on the path of exorcising demons and slaying immortals isn't for protecting my home and country, but because the risk pay is too tempting, especially the death benefits...

“This evil god's professional system is cursed by heaven. Even if the early stages go smoothly, the practitioner will eventually die by their own hand...”

“Give me a set.”

“This polluted demonic sword backfires on its master and has already devoured ninety-nine lives...”

“Give me two, and that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, give me a set of those too.”

“This magic potion harms the natural order...”

“Stop talking, give me the whole lot!”

But the problem is, why is it that I dare to take on any high-risk mission, step on all the landmines, and court death in every way, yet I'm still alive and kicking?

Congratulations, congratulations, awarded the top spot among the Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...

“...Heaven, isn't the average survival time in this line of work three and a half years? One three years after another, I'm almost an S-rank hunter, the top of the Ten Heroes, why haven't I died yet? I just wanted an honorable sacrifice to get some death benefits, is it that hard?!”