Su Mo listened intently, his expression growing increasingly serious as he replied earnestly.

"Understood."

"From now on, you’ll be coming here for VI generation Biological Mecha pollution training."

The old man got straight to the point.

"Which area do I mainly train?"

Su Mo quickly asked.

"Your technical skills are just barely passing, and your biggest weakness now is the defect in your gene sequence. The greatest difference between you and those top experts is the Bloodline. So, your focus should be pollution resistance training. Pollution isn’t just Negative Energy in this world; each Mecha has its own dual pollution of spirit and body."

The old man systematically explained to Su Mo.

"Shouldn’t we inject more Advanced genes and Bloodline to fix the defect?"

Su Mo asked curiously.

"Do you think you have the means for that? If you’re lacking at birth, you must compensate with greater efforts afterwards. If, under such disadvantageous conditions, you can surpass others, then one day when you can fix the defect, you’ll stand at the world’s Peak."

The old man spoke with an unusually stern tone.

Su Mo immediately replied solemnly, "Master is right."

The old man explained the general situation and, without hesitation, gave Su Mo his orders.

"Take off everything you’re wearing, put on the training suit, and enter the device."

"I will initiate the standard training mode, simulating the normal physical and mental pollution of VI generation Biological Mecha. At that time, you will feel intense pain, and you need to hold on for as long as possible. When you can no longer hold on, the device will eject you."

The old man replied in a deep voice.

"Right, is it that the longer I hold on, the better my performance? How long can a standard operator hold on?"

Su Mo asked curiously.

"A standard operator can hold for half an hour. Don’t foolishly push yourself to your limits; it interferes with the device’s judgment. Over the years, those who trained in this aspect have faced maiming or death. Sometimes, wisely recognizing one’s strength is also an advantage."

The old man advised Su Mo, clearly holding high expectations for him.

So, Su Mo walked to the side, removed everything he was wearing, and changed into the training suit. At the same time, the creator Swallower separated from Su Mo’s body.

The old man started operating the device.

At this moment, Su Mo arrived at the entrance of the biological container, gazing at the rolling green liquid inside, took a deep breath, and slowly climbed down.

Gurulu~

Countless bubbles rose.

The old man asked hoarsely, "Are you ready?"

Su Mo gestured to the old man indicating he was ready.

The old man then reached out and pressed the start button, and the entire training instrument immediately lit up.

The liquid inside the biological container instantly started boiling, turning black.

In an instant, Su Mo felt a pitch-blackness before his eyes, as if he suddenly lost all weight, falling toward the abyss.

Simultaneously, he began to feel extremely uncomfortable breathing, like a suffocating illusion.

He exerted all efforts to endure and control his negative emotions, trying not to be affected.

Just then, within the dark world, the sound of crying suddenly rang out. This faint sound instantly moved Su Mo’s nerves.

Su Mo’s spirit suddenly became intensely focused, and at this moment, he suddenly saw blurry faces.

These faces seemed human yet not, beginning to flow black blood, and in the next second, the blurry faces reached out to him.

Su Mo’s body stiffened, instinctively wanting to fend them off. But it was useless; he suddenly couldn’t move.

In the next second, Su Mo felt as if he was grabbed by countless hands, as if his body was being torn apart.

Despair, fear, wailing, anger, hatred - various murmured voices exploded in his ears instantly.

Su Mo’s entire face twisted, his head felt like it was about to explode.

He felt as if he was dragged into endless darkness, yet he kept a clear and rational mind, strongly suggesting to himself that these were just hallucinatory sounds.

In the laboratory, a virtual stopwatch appeared next to the old man.

It displayed 27 minutes and 39 seconds.

Inside the biological container, Su Mo’s painful expression was clearly visible.

Soon the time surpassed half an hour, and the old man hoarsely spoke.

"Not bad, reaching the passing mark on the first try. Back in the day, I did it on my third attempt."

"It’s all due to his own effort. You’ve seen it with your eyes. He gives his all in every battle, even though he says he’s afraid of trouble, when has he ever really backed down."

The creator Swallower gave a high evaluation.

The old man was rather surprised as he hoarsely spoke to Xiao Shi, "It seems he has earned your acknowledgment, rare indeed."

"Who says so, he’s still far from it."

The creator Swallower replied arrogantly, though the words seemed somewhat insincere.

Time slowly passed.

Soon the stopwatch reached thirty-seven minutes.

At this moment, the training device sounded an alarm, and the liquid inside the container was forcefully expelled from the confines of the vessel.

Simultaneously, Su Mo slid out from the bottom of the container.

Su Mo suddenly awoke, opening his eyes and coughing violently.

"Cough cough....."

The old man walked to Su Mo’s side, speaking in a low voice, "Soak in the Medicine Pool nearby."

Su Mo, just regaining his senses, looked in the direction the old man indicated, only to see a small swimming pool cracked into the ground not far away, filled with a large amount of blue liquid that was still bubbling, clearly very hot.