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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 172: Do you have any requests for your funeral?

Outside the window, a bleak cold wind incessantly swept as the ship lights swung to and fro.

Little Crow removed her muddy boots and left them at the door.

"I'm coming in."

Examine his body? Chen Qi tilted his head and accepted the map from the Ice Demon Pirate Group.

Little Crow did not speak, moving like a professional agent to the wall to ensure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Then, looking around and finding no extra chair, she asked wearily:

"May I use your bed?"

"Sure."

Pop!

The bed was so soft, really comfortable... Little Crow, with a bang, sprawled out on the bed:

"Do you know? In one day and five hours, you're going to die..."

"One day and five hours?"

Chen Qi displayed a thoughtful expression.

This was roughly the time the ship would reach its destination.

Little Crow bit her bright red lips, speaking with a touch of self-mockery: