Pain

"Number 99067, mission evaluation: perfect"

Inside the high-tech laboratory, several researchers looked admiringly at Lin An lying in the Simulation Pod.

"What a perfect warrior."

"Even with his entire lower body blown apart, he still struggled to eliminate the enemy."

"Thirty-seven missions, thirty-six completed perfectly. He died only once, beneath a barrage of White Phosphorus Bombs while evading them because he lacked weapons and equipment."

Another researcher in a white uniform approached the Simulation Pod expressionlessly and replaced the nutrient tube.

"He is quite impressive."

"But his mental state is already becoming unstable."

"I suggest we begin the emotional testing directly."

"No matter how excellently a single-soldier mission is completed, in certain scenarios, he is still nothing more than cannon fodder."

Hearing his colleague's assessment, the researcher following behind him froze.

"Are we starting so soon?"

"His mental state is already showing signs of collapse. We've been running the simulated missions too frequently lately."

"No one can withstand having their memories erased after every simulation."

"Especially when there's almost no time to recover."

"Shouldn't we slow down?"

Thinking of the planned emotional testing, he looked at Lin An with some reluctance.

The simulated missions were already twisted enough.

The experimental subjects could encounter nearly every kind of gruesome death.

Being blown apart, shot in the head, burned by intense heat, dissolved by sulfuric acid inside a chemical plant.

For efficiency's sake, after the mission was completed, they would arrange a method of death for the Experimental Subject to experience.

Even hell was no worse than this.

Seeing Lin An suddenly convulse inside the Simulation Pod as if he were about to wake up,

he hurriedly injected a tube of blue liquid into Lin An's arm.

Lin An had just detached from the simulation and had not even had time to