An alien race immune to physical pain?
She knew something of Li Su's background—one could say she understood him extremely thoroughly. Not only had she obtained relevant information from his owner, Golden Spirit, but to ensure safety, she had even gone to the relevant department to retrieve his records of entering the city.
The former could be falsified, but the latter was another matter entirely.
He was a mutant.
Even among the alien races, that was an exceptionally unusual kind of individual.
Born into a certain race, yet lacking that race's traits, they were mutated individuals who seemed more like an entirely new species.
Such mutants were not uncommon among the alien races. Their strength varied, but they shared one thing in common: they were unwelcome in their own clans—no, hated. They were generally cast out and left to fend for themselves. After all, the existence of such mutants, in a sense, meant that the clan's genes were unstable, which was why mutations occurred.
Impossible!
Leaving aside the fact that no such ability was listed in his registration, the instinctive reaction his body produced under intense pain could not possibly deceive her.
Not only his body—his mind was also within her perception, reacting intensely. He had clearly been hurt by her methods.
Under such a double blow, the pain should have been utterly unbearable. This was a method born from that particularly unusual experience of hers. There, tormenting living creatures was more than merely a refined art—it had been developed by a certain group within her organization. Those people themselves were like aberrations. They possessed an exceptionally peculiar craving for alien flesh, surviving by feeding on others' pain and fear. What they loved most was serving major organizations, entering their supervisory departments, and acting as executioners.
Thus, although Li Su