I am the one running the game

Chapter 744: The Chosen One Who Cracked the Skull with His Bare Hands and the Lucky Boy

"That is definitely a type four or above chosen one of God." Zeng Hu climbed up with difficulty. The wound on his abdomen was healing little by little. His recovery ability was simply not something that a fortune teller possessed.

He is a fortune teller, yes, but he is also the chosen one of the Federation.

As for the God of Destiny? That's impossible. There is only one God of Destiny in the whole world.

There will only be one Master of Destiny, and unless the original one dies, it will be impossible for a new one to be born.

The Federation also tried to create it artificially, but all failed without exception, thus reaching the only conclusion of the Destiny Master.

And this destiny master is the leader of the Destiny Organization. He is an equal to the President of the Federation, one in the open and the other in the secret. The smooth succession of the 26th generation of the Federation was thanks to the help of this destiny master.

According to calculations by researchers within the Federation, this destiny master is at least equivalent to a Type 10 Chosen One. However, to date, experiments in transforming the Chosen One have only developed to Type 7.

Type 2 is three times stronger, Type 3 is a hundred times stronger, and with each additional type of transformation the Chosen One receives, their strength will increase exponentially.

That is why Zeng Hu believed that Lü Xingshi was at least a Type 4 Chosen One.

The transformation of the Chosen One not only makes him stronger after each stimulation, but also makes his basic strength stronger. For a Type 4 Chosen One, it can be said that it is effortless to defeat Zeng Hu, a Type 3 Chosen One.

In the entire federation, there is only one Chosen One of Type 7, two of Type 6, four of Type 5, and twelve of Type 4. The number increases dramatically below that.

The main thing is that every transformation carries a huge risk, and starting from type 4, the mortality rate is 99%.

As for being the chosen one by God, one must at least be a great fortune teller to be qualified; not even a fortune teller is qualified.

Fortunately, the Federation is not like the Destiny Organization. Through biotechnology, they have the ability to mass-produce destiny masters.

However, this type of fortune teller is a defective product and needs to be transformed by the Chosen One before it can be put into use.

Of course, Zeng Hu was not a mass-produced great fortune teller, but a wild fortune teller who defected to the Federation and was promoted.

The Federation's biotechnology is very advanced, and its most advanced biotechnology is the Chosen One, but there are other technologies below it, such as cloning technology.

Therefore, the Federation does not worry about the number of fortune tellers at all. As long as it invests resources, it can produce as many fortune tellers as it wants. It can even mass-produce fortune tellers with the same fate.

However, Zeng Hu knew that in the eyes of the destiny master of the Destiny Organization, the number of people was insignificant. As long as he was the destiny master, any number of great destiny masters were nothing more than ants.

"We have to notify the federation as soon as possible." Zeng Hu climbed up with some difficulty. He didn't know Lu Xingshi, which was a big problem.

You have to know that there are only a few God's Chosen Ones of Type 4 and above, and Zeng Hu has seen them all.

He was 100% sure that Lu Xingshi was not among them, and as God's Chosen Ones, they were all members of the Federation. It was naturally impossible for them to undermine the Federation's plans, and it was even more impossible for them not to know what God's Chosen Ones were.

Therefore, Zeng Hu suspected that the other party was from the Destiny Organization.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the sudden appearance of a strange Chosen One of Type 4 or above.

As for whether the Great Master of Destiny could have this strength? It was impossible for him to reach the level of Lu Xingshi.

"First we have to determine our position." Naturally, all of Zeng Hu's communication equipment had been destroyed in the previous battle. If he hadn't run fast and the other party hadn't been thinking about Yunmu, there was no way he could have escaped.

"I need... cough, no, what is this thing!!!" Zeng Hu's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly found that some extremely vicious energy suddenly erupted from his body.

This energy actually began to erode his sanity and body. If he had not been transformed by God's Chosen One and possessed the same unique powers as a fortune teller and a fortune ghost, he would not have been able to suppress this vicious energy in the first place.

But this was only a short-term suppression. He could feel this energy constantly devouring everything he had. At the same time, saliva began to secrete from his mouth and his stomach began to move more violently. The consciousness called hunger began to impact his reason, making him feel hungry for the first time in a long time.

"Three hours. I only have three hours at most." Zeng Hu used his modified brain to immediately analyze the time he could still suppress the time.

After three hours, this energy will completely explode and eventually devour him.

"I have to deliver the message within three hours."

Zeng Hu was not afraid of death. He had done a lot for the Federation and witnessed the monopoly and oppression of the Federation and the entire era by the Destiny Organization and his family.

Originally, everyone could master the special power of destiny, allowing everyone to work for the development of mankind. However, all of this was covered up under the lie called freedom.

"Are you...are you okay?" A voice came over, and the other party seemed a little timid.

Zeng Hu collapsed on the ground at this time. When his eyes fell on the other person, he saw a young man. What caught his eyes was the innocent eyes.

At that moment, he looked a little dazed, and finally couldn't help but smile: "I'm going to die."

It took him three hours to suppress the vicious energy in his body and he was unable to mobilize any of his own strength, so there was no way he could pass the message to the Federation.

He couldn't even notice someone approaching him.

"Ah? Then I'll take you to the hospital right away!" The young man looked panicked and wanted to help Zeng Hu up, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

"It's too late, lucky boy." Zeng Hu said, "You have more important things to do."

"What?" The boy didn't know what to say.

"What's your name?" Zeng Hu asked.

"Zheng Zhu, my name is Zheng Zhu." The boy didn't understand. "I understand. From now on, you are my disciple. I will pass on everything I have learned in my life to you."

"Then, go to Jingzhou and take this thing with you to find..." Zeng Hu said as he tore off a piece of skull with a number on it.

Zheng Zhu was frightened by this scene. What decent person could break a skull with bare hands?

But soon, he learned about Zeng Hu's origins and understood the purpose of the skull number.

"Go to Jingzhou. The Federation will train you to be a great destiny master and will also allow you to participate in the God's Chosen Plan."

"All my life's learning is also in Jingzhou, they will give it to you." Zeng Hu said with difficulty.

After he broke off the skull with his bare hands, he naturally suffered considerable trauma, making it difficult for him to suppress himself.

"I...I dare not." Looking at the bloody skull, Zheng Zhu's voice was filled with tears.

Half an hour ago, he was just a child and would never dare to do such things.

"You can't tell anyone about this except the people I tell you about it."

"Also, leave immediately without delay, otherwise not only will your life be in danger, but your family and friends will also die."

"The Destiny Organization will kill everyone and will not leave any survivors." Zeng Hu ignored Zheng Zhu's fear. So what if he is a child? The Destiny Organization doesn't care whether you are an old person or a child.

“But…but…” Zheng Zhu was extremely scared.

"No buts. From now on, you are a federal agent. You don't want to be stuck in this small mountain village for the rest of your life, do you?"

"The Federation is big and beautiful. This is your only chance to get out of the mountains and rise to the top!" Zeng Hu roared in a low voice.

At the same time, his body became thinner and the starving ghost curse in his body broke out.

Under normal circumstances, he could indeed suppress it for three hours, but not long ago, he broke his skull, which reduced his overall strength. The original three hours have now become one hour.

"I have no money and I don't know where Jingzhou is..." Zheng Zhu said weakly.

"That's not something I should consider. Even if you have to beg, you have to reach Jingzhou." Zeng Hu couldn't help Zheng Zhu.

Because he has no money either.

As for asking for it from the official agencies under the Federation? This is unrealistic, and the local agencies and local families are basically intertwined, so who knows if it will cause trouble.

"I...I understand." Zheng Zhu wiped away his tears and turned away without hesitation.

Zeng Hu simply gave up resistance, and his body was swallowed by the starving ghost curse, eventually turning into a hollow dried corpse.

...

"Dead? He lasted for forty minutes."

"The data seems to be a little wrong." Lu Xingshi felt the dissipation of the starving ghost curse. Because the host died, the starving ghost curse naturally fell into a situation of mutual devouring, and the final outcome was naturally extinction.

As for the spread, Lu Xingshi did not make any settings.

"According to my estimated data, if the opponent suppresses with all his strength, it will take about three hours before they can no longer resist."

"Unless something happens." Lu Xingshi narrowed his eyes.

If the other party died in other ways, Lu Xingshi would not have any doubts, but dying from the starving ghost curse was very wrong.

He then immediately compressed the mica and rushed towards Zeng Hu's position.

When he arrived, all he saw was a dried corpse.

"The skull disappeared. Judging from the neat appearance, he must have done it himself."

"The second is that there was someone else here before."

"Then he gave the skull to this man."

Lu Xingshi quickly estimated the man's height and weight based on the footprints.

"He's not a fortune teller. He should be just an ordinary person, and a teenager at that."

"He was desperate, so he tried everything he could think of. He asked anyone he met to pass on a message, and the medium used to pass on the message was the skull."

Of course, Lu Xingshi would not be so foolish as to ask why he didn't use a mobile phone or a telephone. Judging from the power he used, even if he had one, it would have become a pile of waste and would be completely useless.

"Looks like I have to change places." Lu Xingshi muttered. The Federation was not simple. He didn't believe that the mummy in front of him was the Federation's trump card.

There must be more powerful chosen ones.

(End of this chapter)