The god-tier comments in the comment section made Sun Yourong so embarrassed her toes curled. She did not dare read too closely.
For example:
—"Others brought swords and shields into dungeons; he brought 'Bone-Dissolving Water + Gastroenteritis Set Meal.'"
—"Ghosts: I've seen underhanded ones, but never anyone more underhanded than me!"
—"Clearing the field by unleashing plague, specializing in sneak attacks—the living embodiment of the King of Dirty Tricks!"
—"Demons: Brothers, we've been tricked numb! We all came out of the womb at thirty-eight degrees—how could someone give birth to such a shady bastard?!"
There were plenty of similar comments, but Sun Yourong truly could not bear to keep reading.
"I'm speechless! How does this guy always come up with so many ridiculous tricks? Worshipping Lord God of Wealth, King Yama, the Well Dragon King, and now the Plague God—each time is more outrageous than the last!"
Sun Yourong knew that Lu Chen had gone to Qianjiang City to treat the former prefect's wife,
but she did not know the specific circumstances behind it.
She had also been wondering: how could a medical mission offer as much as five thousand points of military merit?
But judging by Lu Chen's momentum, he had most likely already found a breakthrough for the mission.
"If he keeps killing at this pace, by the time he returns from Qianjiang City, his military merit will probably skyrocket, right? It might even amount to another S-rank mission!"
Ripples stirred in Sun Yourong's heart.
At this rate of military merit accumulation, Lu Chen's promotion to one of Jiangcheng's "newly risen elites" was probably not far off.
The question was—when that time came, which deity would his main hall worship?
Lord God of Wealth?
Though obscure, it at least sounded somewhat reliable.
But if it were replaced by