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Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

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Chapter 93 Your Medicine

The bullet ignited the ghost fire oil!

Accompanied by a loud explosion!

The roaring flames intertwined like countless fiery serpents in the air.

The transcendent blue flames kept rising, even forming a sky-high fiery tornado above the ocean.

This burning was mixed with the scent of money, infused with his rage!

The Black Glove fell from the vines into the water, convulsing incessantly.

It felt as if he was being gnawed by a thousand ants and ten thousand centipedes.

The Black-eyed Captain was utterly shocked!

This amount of ghost fire oil was enough to burn for half a day.

Ghost fire oil wasn't cheap, and often it was hard to come by even if you had the money.

The Black-eyed Captain recalled that a weapon shop typically sold only a little ghost fire oil.

How many weapon shops would one need to buy out to get this much ghost fire oil!

The Black Glove writhed in the blue fire; he had thought that being on water would spare him from a powerful fire attack.