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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.

Kaka number three · Du hí
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363 Chs

Chapter 220 Congratulations, you've hit the jackpot! You've thrown a five......_2

Chen Qi couldn't help but frown, a puzzled expression on his face.

By all logic, with his inspiration's great success in identification, he should have received enough information.

But as it stood, the information he had was pitifully scarce.

There was no objective, nor any conditions for clearing the trial—

Moreover, the war had already ended, and there was nothing left for him to do.

What exactly am I supposed to do? Did I enter an incomplete crack? Chen Qi was momentarily confused.

Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of a long blade hitting the ground rang out.

Chen Qi quietly shifted his feet, looking in the direction of the sound.

Over the continuously stacking corpses, a red figure sat proudly on top of the heap.

It was clad in dark red light armor, like a flame in the night, both beautiful and dangerous. Its hair, black as ink, was carelessly draped over its back, blood beads clinging, fluttering with the wild wind.

"Huff—"