The Protagonist Really Was the Chosen Scapegoat

"Brother Huangfu, wake up. You said you'd never fall after a thousand cups—how were you drunk after just three?" Lu Xingshi nudged Huangfu Song.

Reeking of alcohol, Huangfu Song opened his bleary eyes and felt as though his head were splitting apart.

Memories surged back like a rising tide. "You've got some nerve talking, Brother Lu. At least I lasted three cups before getting drunk. You were already drunk out of human shape after two."

He recalled what had happened at Lu Ming Pavilion last night. Though it was a little hazy, he remembered that Lu Xingshi had passed out drunk before him.

As for those so-called cups, they had actually been Large Seawater Bowls.

Still, as long as he had achieved his goal, that was enough.

"So I woke up first."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, let's each go home and find our own mothers," Lu Xingshi said bluntly.

In truth, he had only just returned. After modifying things all night, the conversion experiment had indeed succeeded, but it was only a half-finished product.

Although the gunman converted into a Destiny Ghost had retained his sanity, his body had undergone irreversible mutations.

He had become a special lifeform resembling half-human, half-ghost. He had not turned into something like a dried-corpse Destiny Ghost, and was even far weaker than a Grievance-level Destiny Ghost.

But one thing was certain: he had indeed gained the lifespan of a Destiny Ghost.

Furthermore, Lu Xingshi had conducted multiple experiments and obtained a large amount of Destiny Ghost data.

It was precisely because of this experiment that Lu Xingshi discovered something: the birth of Destiny Ghosts was not accidental or coincidental. It required certain conditions.

Aside from the original Heavenly Time, favorable terrain, and human harmony, there was another foundation required: one's Fate Pattern had