Only ten minutes later, Darwin, covered in blood and grime, braced himself against the floor and stood back up, swaying yet utterly unyielding!
Standing in the control room, Solomon's eyes flashed with profound satisfaction.
He immediately extended a strand of psychic power, once again seized control of Darwin's consciousness without resistance, and swiftly pulled up his latest stats panel.
Vision: Level 2! Speed: Level 3! Self-healing: Level 3!
Holy shit!
How was this playable without a nerf?
The speed at which his strength soared was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle...
Darwin's practically cheating growth rate was even more outrageous than Solomon's had been back when he had his own cheat!
Still, Solomon knew perfectly well that this explosive surge was bound to have some sort of limit.
Over the next few hours, Solomon stood there like a cold, merciless god, quietly looking down as A-Train pushed Darwin to his limits through all manner of inhuman methods.
Dragging him along at the speed of sound was merely the appetizer. Next, A-Train began swinging his fists, punching through Darwin's flesh again and again with terrifying kinetic energy.
Every so often, he also released sharp bursts of psychic power, whipping up psychic storms deep inside Darwin's mind.
This deadly training, comparable to the eighteen levels of hell, sent Darwin repeatedly skirting the edge of life and death, suffering yet enjoying it.
During the latter half of the training, Solomon was surprised to discover that Darwin seemed to have forcibly evolved the ability to block out pain.
Even when his arm was snapped or his chest was smashed inward, Darwin's face remained utterly expressionless, as though that broken, blood-spurting body were not his at all.
When night had fully fallen and the laboratory's cold lighting illuminated the wreckage scattered across the