"Type Three is a watershed."
"The difficulty of the following transformations will increase drastically, but accordingly, your strength will improve even more."
"So, what do you think about carrying out the Type Four transformation a month from now, Zheng Zhu?" Lu Xingshi asked as he watched Zheng Zhu acclimate to his body.
He had adapted twice before, and with that prior experience, his adaptation naturally went much faster this time.
"No problem. But will the risks increase as well?" Zheng Zhu asked.
He knew he had grown stronger, but he was not quite sure exactly how much stronger he had become. Lu Xingshi had given him the data, but he was practically half-illiterate. He could understand the words, yet he had no idea what the figures meant, much less any corresponding concept.
But it did not matter. As long as he could feel that his strength had changed, that was enough.
"Of course they will, but that's for other people. For you, there's no need to worry about risk at all," Lu Xingshi said.
The other party was exceptionally lucky, after all.
Lu Xingshi had actually been borrowing Zheng Zhu's luck to conduct all kinds of experiments, which meant Zheng Zhu's luck had never been able to recover to its peak.
After all, Zheng Zhu was not a true Child of Destiny. His luck was more like a special consumable, except one that could recover.
So killing him was actually very simple. As long as his fortune was exhausted, Zheng Zhu would return to normal without that special advantage.
But as the transformations progressed, Zheng Zhu's luck had increased enormously in both quantity and quality. Draining it all would not be an easy task.
After all, he had gone all in on luck. Before undergoing God Chosen Transformation, he had