If My Hands Hadn't Been Fast Enough, You Two Could Be Preparing for a Funeral Feast

"Cough... I... Where am I?" Zheng Zhu gradually regained consciousness, but the instant he did, countless agonizing pains came crashing down on him, jolting him fully awake.

There was something wrong with his eyes too. Everything around him looked terribly blurry.

His ears, nose, and even organs throughout his body had suffered injuries of varying severity.

"Don't worry. You won't die."

A familiar voice reached Zheng Zhu's ears. It was Lu Xingshi's voice.

"Professor Cao?" Zheng Zhu's hoarse voice carried confusion.

Falling into the Federation's hands or the Fate Organization's hands had both been within his expectations, but being rescued by Lu Xingshi was truly too bizarre.

After all, Lu Xingshi was merely an ordinary person. Given the intensity of that explosion, even Zheng Zhu, a Type Seven God Chosen, had been left on the brink of death. An ordinary person should not have even had scraps left behind.

"It's me. Your injuries are too severe. At present, the odds of preserving your life are pitifully low," Lu Xingshi said bluntly.

At that instant, Zheng Zhu's desire to survive soared to its peak. "Professor Cao, you have to save me. I don't want to die. I really don't want to die..."

"Am I not saving you right now? Don't move around. Stay quiet."

"There is only one way to save you now: make you a Type 8 God Chosen."

"The transformation surgery has already begun. Because your condition is unusual, I didn't give you anesthetic."

"What comes next will be extremely painful. If you want to survive, you'll have to rely on your willpower to overcome this pain."

"Otherwise, even if the transformation succeeds, you'll become a fool or a madman."

Lu Xingshi's voice came again. After hearing him, Zheng Zhu immediately replied, "Rest assured, Professor. No matter how painful