"Your Highness, get out of the way!" Karl von Jonath shouted.
Oscar instinctively dodged to the side as well, but he was still too late.
"Die, Your Highness!" The assassin spat out the words and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
As the gunshot rang out, Oscar felt as though someone had punched him viciously in the stomach. A wave of searing pain struck him, sending his whole body toppling backward. At the same time, consciousness began to slip away from him.
Am I going to die? I refuse to accept this! Oscar roared inwardly. Yet not a sound came from his mouth.
Indeed, if Oscar died now, he would be utterly unwilling to accept it. He had finally gained a chance to be reborn, yet before he could use his own strength to change history, he was going to die. Wouldn't that be far too unjust? If he died this time, would he still have another chance at rebirth? Oscar did not dare be certain in the slightest. Being reborn even once was already a blessing found only once in ten thousand!
"Your Highness! Your Highness, how are you?" Karl von Jonath ignored the fleeing assassin and rushed to Oscar's side, his face filled with panic.
"Someone, come quickly! His Highness has been shot! Get His Highness to the hospital at once!" Karl von Jonath shouted.
People from the German Welfare Lottery Company rushed out as well. Upon discovering what had happened, they immediately sent Oscar to the hospital by car. Once the hospital learned Oscar's identity, they dared not delay and promptly organized doctors to save him.
"No matter what method you use, you must save His Highness!" Karl von Jonath roared wildly, his handsome face already twisted into something almost ferocious.
"Yes, Mr. Jonait, we will certainly do our