Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

Tian Yuan Federation, City No. 11, First Senior High School.

As dusk approached, the dim yellow sunlight filtered through the sliding glass windows of Class 3, Grade 2, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

In the corner of the classroom, a boy wearing a blue and white school uniform sat quietly with his head lowered.

His legs trembled incessantly under the desk, his gaze fixed blankly on the textbook, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto the pages, magnifying the tiny words one by one.

His name was Chen Xiu, an ordinary student in this class.

"Recently, there have been suspected Resurrectors emerging in our area. Two students from Second High School have already gone missing. Letting you out of school early isn't for you to play around, it's to get you home early. Do you understand?"

On the podium, a middle-aged woman with black-rimmed glasses instructed in a cold voice.

In this era, some ordinary people have undergone mutations for unknown reasons.

They possess superhuman strength, incredible abilities, and infinite regeneration. Unless they are shot through the brow, they cannot die.

But at the same time, these people also have a peculiar hobby: eating people.

Eating people makes them stronger and is also the source of energy for infinite regeneration. If they don't eat people, their bodies will age rapidly until they die!

Upon hearing this, the students in the classroom shouted excitedly in unison: "Understood!!!"

The shouts from other classrooms echoed throughout the campus, stirring up the stagnant air.

After the teacher left, the students in the classroom packed their bags while chatting in small groups, discussing where to eat after school and whether to play ball.

Chen Xiu, who was sitting in the corner, froze for a moment, then trembled as he closed his textbook. He didn't even have time to pack his things before grabbing his bag and getting up to leave.

"Chen Xiu, it's your turn for duty today. Where are you going?" A girl with a ponytail and a face full of freckles stood in front of Chen Xiu.

The girl was the class's labor committee member, responsible for arranging the cleaning duties for Class 3, Grade 2.

Chen Xiu paused, his lowered head lifted slightly, and he said in a hoarse, weak voice, "I'm not feeling well. I'll make it up tomorrow."

As he spoke, Chen Xiu sidestepped the girl to walk towards the back door, but she grabbed his arm. "Do you think I'm stupid? You want to play basketball with Qi Mingyue and the others, right? Finish your duty before you leave!"

"Hahaha, hurry up and finish. We'll be waiting for you on the playground." Qi Mingyue gave Chen Xiu an "OK" gesture and walked out of the classroom with a group of boys.

"Hurry up and do your duty. I have to urge you every day..." The girl's voice suddenly stopped. "Why is your temple white?"

As she spoke, the girl reached out to point at Chen Xiu's temple.

Chen Xiu subconsciously slapped the girl's hand away, his voice louder than he intended: "Don't..."

The moment the words came out, Chen Xiu's face turned pale instantly, and the girl's hand froze in mid-air.

The originally noisy classroom was like it had been paused, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Xiu.

The girl held onto the desk and retreated little by little, staring at Chen Xiu with horrified eyes: "Your... voice... why is it so old?"

"Isn't it only Resurrectors who suddenly age?"

"Chen Xiu... are you...?" The person didn't say the last three words.

Chen Xiu didn't speak, silently standing in place.

"Chen Xiu is a Resurrector!!!" Someone shouted.

This sentence was like clear water dripping into hot oil, and the originally quiet classroom instantly exploded.

"Resurrector, run... run!!!"

"Don't squeeze me, don't squeeze me, stop squeezing me!"

"The people at the front door, hurry up and get out!!!"

The students in the classroom didn't bother to pack their bags and swarmed towards the front door. The sound of desks and chairs colliding was particularly harsh outside the corridor.

Those students who didn't know what was happening turned their heads to look in the direction of Class 3, Grade 2.

When they heard someone shout "Resurrector," everyone was stunned for a moment, then their faces suddenly turned pale, and they ran towards the corridor.

Chen Xiu stood blankly in the classroom, a buzzing sound echoing in his mind, suppressing all the surrounding noise.

Chen Xiu mechanically stepped towards the back door, accidentally tripping over something with a "thump" and falling to the ground. The sharp corner of a cabinet cut his palm, and bright red blood gurgled out.

Chen Xiu's reddish eyes trembled violently. He pinched the corner of his clothes with his hand and tremblingly wiped at the wound, but before the corner of his clothes touched the wound, the flesh and blood near the cut wriggled and connected the broken wound together.

At the same time, his temples turned even whiter.

"...How could I... I... be this kind of monster..."

Chen Xiu's voice was like a willow catkin blown by the wind, soft and weak. Large teardrops "splattered" on his palm, merging with the blood and becoming clear.

He staggered to his feet, pushed aside the desks and chairs blocking his way, and ran out of the classroom.

Chen Xiu's family could be considered poor. After his father died in a car accident, only his mother, Xu Yue, was left to support the family. That dilapidated apartment building was Chen Xiu's only haven in this world.

He only wanted to return to that familiar harbor now and call his mother to see her, which was Chen Xiu's only thought.

Because of being a Resurrector, Chen Xiu's speed was much faster than others. He ran out of the school through the crowded people and ran towards his home.

564 Convenience Store... Star Sea Bookstore... Ancient Bronze Hot Pot... Haiyuan Spicy Hot Pot...

Familiar buildings flashed past Chen Xiu like streaks of light. He was getting closer and closer to his home, with only one bridge left—the Lujiang Bridge, which was 1.35 kilometers long.

But this short 1350 meters was like a chasm that could not be crossed, always stuck in Chen Xiu's heart.

In order to avoid pedestrians on the side of the road, Chen Xiu accidentally crashed into the fence dividing the pedestrian lane and the highway. Due to inertia, he flipped over the fence and fell onto the cold asphalt road.

Whoosh!

The front of an oncoming car dipped slightly, and the screech of tires exploded in Chen Xiu's ears.

Beep beep beep!

The driver honked the horn and opened the window, shouting impolitely in Chen Xiu's direction: "Are you trying to scam me? The dashcam is recording. Get out of the way, don't block the road!"

The sudden change caused the pedestrians on the road to slow down, and countless curious eyes converged on Chen Xiu.

The car's horn and roar deafened Chen Xiu's ears. Before his vision could focus, he reached out and grabbed the railing to try to stand up, but the weakness in his fingers and the blurriness of his vision caused him to miss again and again.

More and more cars stopped because of Chen Xiu, and the "beep beep beep" of the horns made the atmosphere on the bridge increasingly anxious.

"The one in front, move already! Didn't your driving school teach you how to start on a hill?"

"Are you being a smartass? There's a car accident in front, how am I supposed to move?"

Click!

The owner of the car in front of Chen Xiu pushed open the car door, walked impatiently to Chen Xiu with a cigarette in his mouth:

"You white-haired brat, can't you understand human language? Do I have to make a scene at the Public Security Bureau?"

As he spoke, the car owner, with a face full of橫肉, reached out and grabbed Chen Xiu's hair, pulling up his lowered head.

When he saw Chen Xiu's face, his arrogant expression froze, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pin, and the赘肉 on his face trembled uncontrollably.

"Uncle... can you help me up..." Chen Xiu's scattered gaze looked at the middle-aged car owner.