Thinking About Life

The black-haired, red-eyed youth walked out of the smoke and dust, his bare upper body strapped with bombs.

"Is this... an undying constitution?"

Xi saw this from above the forest. Just then, a bullet whistled toward her.

Ding!

Crystal shards flew everywhere. A thick, transparent crystal wall appeared in front of Xi, with a sniper-rifle bullet embedded in it. Her current position was the target.

Xi naturally knew this. Although she was unafraid of ranged attacks, she had already expended too much crystal energy before the battle. It would be unwise to fight on. She returned to the forest.

A large number of Apocalypse Paradise's Contractors had gathered in Zone 3's forest. Through various means, they were observing one person: the black-haired, red-eyed youth.

The black-haired, red-eyed youth stood before more than ten thousand beastman soldiers, without a trace of fear in his eyes. He was considering one thing—what his own name was.

"I've died too many times recently. I think my name is Black Blood? Or maybe it isn't."

Black Blood scratched his head. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded as he faced the charging beastman army.

Scimitars, longswords, and battle-axes hacked down at him. Black Blood did not defend himself. He did not care about these attacks at all. What he feared were anesthetic drugs or skills.

Black Blood possessed the demi-human bloodline, an extraordinarily tenacious bloodline. It had an extremely powerful undying property; after death, it would reset the body and restore all injuries. Artificial-human and similar bloodlines could not compare.

The demi-human bloodline had one fatal flaw: its offensive ability was relatively weak. Black Blood naturally knew this, so he used bombs to make up for it. He had mastered a skill called Random Mysticism Bomb Generation, Lv. 28, which could randomly generate dozens of