I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 534 - 326: Undercurrents Surge

Chen Yun, though he proclaid himself the king of Earth, the Governor of the planet, the only True God,

the Earth would still rotate without him.

After all, his current status could only be described as invincible among humans, yet when compared to the entire planet, he was still arguably insignificant.

So, when Chen Yun finally fell into a rare, silent slumber,

the world he had disrupted didn’t calm down because of it.

At this mont, on May 22nd, Wednesday,

on a vast savanna in Africa,

the Sun gently rose above the horizon of Africa’s grasslands, casting the first rays of dawn across this expansive land.

Golden sunlight pierced through the sparse clouds, reflecting off the golden grassy sea below, as if the entire world had been coated with a layer of warm hues.

Herds of antelopes were leisurely grazing in the distance, while a few lions lay idly in the shade of trees, savoring the peace of the early morning.

In the sky, several vultures circled, as if searching for sothing.

At the edge of the savanna, isolated trees dotted the horizon.

And farther away, there was a range of rolling hills.

Within this vast expanse of grassland was an inconspicuous little town.

Low bushes surrounded the town, with occasional sightings of residents busily earning their livelihoods.

In a hidden corner of this small town lay a secret known to few—a seemingly ordinary warehouse.

In fact, this was a base for a group of rcenaries.

Inside the warehouse, the lighting was dim.

Weapons and equipnt of all sorts hung on the walls, from modern assault rifles to traditional swords.

A few rcenaries sat around a worn-out table, scattered with maps, tactical manuals, and so personal items.

They wore assorted combat suits, faces marked by the weary traces of travel, but their eyes revealed the experience of battle-hardened veterans.

"Hey, Jack, heard your last mission was in the jungle?"

One of the short-haired female rcenaries asked, her voice carrying a distinct magnetism.

"Indeed, it was that hunting mission requested by the Black Tide Alliance," the man known as Jack nodded, "It was truly an unforgettable experience. The insects in the jungle could almost bite a man to death, not to ntion the sweltering weather that’s no place for humans."

After speaking, Jack shook his head helplessly.

The environnt in the rainforest was simply inhuman.

Although hunting animals was simpler than a firefight with humans—after all, no creature can withstand a burst of AK fire, making the difficulty of hunting not very high—

the conditions were indeed tough to endure.

"But the pay must have been pretty good, right?"

Another new rcenary cut in, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Hearing this, Jack said aningfully, "Money isn’t the most important thing. Sotis, just making it back alive is the best compensation."

The reason he avoided talking directly about the compensation

was that there was none to speak of.

As long as there was pay, as a ruthless man used to licking blood off his knife blade, he could barely tolerate such poor environnts for rainforest missions.

But the problem was the absence of pay.

It just so happened that around the ti he completed his mission, the Black Tide Alliance Branch that had issued it suddenly lost contact.

Apart from the deposit, he hadn’t received any final paynt.

The Black Tide Alliance had always had a reputation in the industry.

Out of curiosity, he decided to visit the headquarters of the Black Tide Alliance in Africa.

Then...

there was no ’then.’

For the first ti as an ordinary rcenary, he experienced the sensation of being intercepted by an entire armored brigade.

The sight scared him so much that after taking one quick glance from afar, he imdiately chose to flee.

Clearly, the Black Tide Alliance was in trouble.

It had provoked a force on the level of a nation, and not just any small country.

He later approached so straightforward connections to investigate and found out that the Black Tide Alliance had thoroughly beco a thing of the past.

Those he approached about the information were deeply wary, daring only to say briefly: The Black Tide Alliance was indeed gone.

And they showed him a photo of a Black Tide Alliance base, now nothing but a large crater.

Jack imdiately understood.

The Black Tide Alliance had been completely obliterated by an extrely terrifying force.

By his estimate,

it had to have been at least an action by a force on the level of the Permanent Five to achieve such a result.

So much so that the vast Black Tide Alliance, despite its intricate network of relationships and connections, had overnight seen every base around the world leveled to the ground.

Therefore,

as for his final paynt, he dared not pursue it any further.

Mainly because he didn’t know whom to pursue it with.

Should he demand it from the Permanent Five level brigade forces now stationed near every forr Black Tide Alliance base?

He was a rcenary, not a fool.

If he dared to ask, they would certainly dare to stuff a gun barrel in his mouth.

So this loss, he had no choice but to begrudgingly swallow.

However, after working as a rcenary for so long,

he had a more philosophical outlook.

At least he was still alive, wasn’t he?

After all, if he had gone to a Black Tide Alliance base just one step earlier to hand in his mission and collect his paynt, he probably would have turned to ashes along with the base.

The image, looking as if it had been plowed over by missiles, was enough to scare him senseless just thinking about it.

Considering that, he felt he could accept the outco.

After all, having received a deposit ant it wasn’t a total loss.

The blonde newcor listened and asked with so confusion, "How is money not the most important thing? I’ve heard the Black Tide Alliance pays really well."