What was the reason he had agreed?
He could have lived for another dozen days or so if he had refused.
But he wanted to struggle a little longer.
Only after specifically asking about Honkai at St. Freya Academy did Su Qing'an understand that, in his previous two deaths, he had not even qualified to become a Zombie.
Humans with overly poor Honkai Energy resistance could only turn into ordinary walking corpses.
He inevitably felt unwilling, displeased, and deeply humiliated.
So his deaths had actually been far uglier than he had imagined.
Having died twice in such a state, he absolutely did not want to die so easily this time.
He would struggle a little longer.
He would try a little harder.
Then pain shattered every thought. It was pain surpassing all the suffering he had endured until now.
The special anesthetic Headmaster Theresa had prepared had no effect whatsoever. The suffering caused by this Stigmata transplant was far more terrifying than all the previous experiments combined.
The Honkai Energy Inhibitor in the entire container shone brilliantly, and the youth, gently enveloped in light, looked utterly sacred.
Yet that seemingly beautiful scene was caused by a severe rejection reaction.
Bubbles churned violently. The breathing apparatus Su Qing'an wore was specially made, but in that instant, it seemed to dissolve away beneath the terrifying, concentrated burst of Honkai Energy.
The Honkai Energy Inhibitor evaporated. Amid the immense light and heat, the machinery restraining the youth and the mechanical arms that had yet to be withdrawn melted into steel wreckage.
Ahhhhhhh. It was a soundless wail.
Even Su Qing'an's endurance could not overcome this calamity that seemed to tear his soul apart.
His throat seemed to have been melted by Honkai Energy. In the vast steam, the youth opened his mouth and