But even so, the pain level above Lynn's head continued to rise steadily.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it hit the monumental mark of 100!
The Mechanical Puppet and the two undead behind him grew frantic. Hot on Lynn's heels, they quickly pushed their pain levels up to 91, 87, and 86.
But the adverse effects of such intense pain had already begun to show.
Smoke was billowing from the head of the machine race contestant in seat one, accompanied by showers of tiny sparks.
The flames in the two undead's eye sockets were also flickering wildly, like candle flames caught in a storm.
Pain!
Unimaginable pain that exceeded all comprehension!
With a series of creaks, the two undead struggled to turn their heads, trembling as they stared at Lynn in seat four, whose entire body had begun giving off white vapor.
He actually...
He actually hadn't passed out yet!
Was this guy even human?! He'd pushed his pain level straight to 100 in one go!
How was he enduring it?!
The chief examiner's pupils trembled, as did those of the Night Doctors supervising nearby. Even they had failed to break through the 100 mark back in their day!
Because anything above 100 wasn't meant for normal creatures at all!
Those levels had only been included for beings with exceptionally high innate pain tolerance, or specially trained high-ranking Night Doctors, to simulate the pain thresholds of various creatures!
"Quick! Go check his condition!"
The chief examiner shouted, his gaze grave:
"See if he's already passed out! Check whether he's acting unconsciously! If he is, get him off the machine immediately!"
"Yes!"
Two Night Doctors immediately rushed to his side.
But the moment they approached, they sensed something unusual.
Waves of heat radiated from the young man before them,