Destiny Mission of game ‘Star Ring’
Chapter 501 - 501 439 Going to _5

501: Chapter 439 Going to _5 501: Chapter 439 Going to _5 In just a few minutes, the indicator lights on the surface of the round metal pods changed from green to red and came to a halt.

The metal pod doors opened, and the assessment participants inside had already passed out.

The doctors standing by immediately went over and carried them away.

As time went on, more and more metal pods stopped operating, and one after another, participants were eliminated.

After enduring for twenty minutes, only five of the initial batch of twenty round metal pods were still in operation.

Then, those five round metal pods also came to a stop one by one; the assessment participants decisively hit the terminate button, the cockpit opened, and they staggered out, their faces pale.

“Next batch!”

Figerl continued with a wave of his hand.

Su Mo approached with a nervous heart, entered the metal pod, strapped himself in, and looked at the control panel in front of him—there was just one button, the manual terminate button.

He took a deep breath and braced himself.

The next second, the entire round metal pod shot upwards, slamming hard into the metal ceiling.

Su Mo felt his body jolt; his tense expression froze for a moment, as it seemed not too bad, well within his endurance.

It wasn’t as difficult as he had imagined.

Compared to the time when he was attacked by a type III Alien known as Camilla, this was nothing.

Time ticked away, passing the twenty-minute mark.

Su Mo looked at the terminate button, feeling somewhat uncertain—should he stop the assessment, or not?

Maybe he should play it safe and hold on for another ten minutes?

At this point, Su Mo was somewhat conflicted internally, but in reality, he could stay inside for an entire day without any issue.

He felt that this level of impact had no effect on him.

While Su Mo was deeply conflicted, the people waiting outside for their assessments had changed their looks, discussing fervently.

“Who’s sitting inside that assessment pod?

It’s been twenty minutes, and they still haven’t terminated.”

It could be seen on the field that Su Mo’s metal pod was the only one bouncing back and forth.

Upon seeing this, a satisfied expression appeared on Figerl’s face, pleased that someone rather impressive had finally appeared.

Quickly, the time reached thirty-one minutes, and Su Mo calculated that it was about time, so he pressed the terminate button!

Click!

The metal cockpit slowly came to a stop.

“My God, he could actually walk out so calmly?”

The crowd murmured in astonishment.

Su Mo walked out from the pod, only to find everyone looking at him a bit differently.

He began to feel a bit apprehensive inside—did he overdo it?

It seemed he would have to avoid being too conspicuous in the upcoming assessments.

Su Mo quickly realized that these assessment tasks posed no pressure on someone like him who had been injected with a type V Genetic Potion.

With a wave of his hand, Figerl announced, “Next batch!”

….

Several hours later, Figerl led the remaining 100 people towards the second assessment area.

Soon, everyone arrived at a gigantic swimming arena.

All present were slightly taken aback, whispering among themselves.

“What is this now?”

“Not sure.”

….

With his hands behind his back, Figerl declared, “This is a contamination pool, but it’s not an ordinary one—it’s a stratified contamination pool made from Life Sustaining Liquid.

People can breathe freely inside it as the liquid fills your bodies.

Your task is simple: sink as deep as you can, and the deeper you go and the longer you hold out, the higher your score.

But, a friendly reminder, don’t overestimate your abilities.

The deeper you go in this pool, the greater the water pressure and the higher the contamination levels, potentially leading to death or lifelong disability if you can’t endure.”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions turned grim.

Figerl waved his hand, and a GT department staff member came forward, fitting everyone with a life-monitoring watch on their wrists.

At the same time, a special rope was tied around their waists, which could be used to pull them up in a critical situation.

“Of course, if you feel like you can’t hold on, you don’t need to wait for your life-monitoring watch to sound the alarm—you can actively tug on the rope continuously, and you will naturally be pulled up.

Sometimes, having a clear understanding of one’s limits is a skill in itself.

I wish you all good luck, begin!”

Then, Figerl snapped his fingers.

The people on the scene didn’t hesitate and jumped in one after another, with Su Mo certainly not showing any weakness, jumping down as well.

Splash~~~

Within the contamination pool, Su Mo let his body sink, finding the experience rather peculiar; soaking in the contaminated liquid felt like basking in sunlight, without any discomfort.

Curiously observing the people sinking around him, he noticed that their expressions were filled with agony.

Su Mo kept observing, trying to gauge how deep the dive of the person who had jumped in went.

He soon realized the deepest someone had sunk was over fifty meters underwater, and they dared not sink any deeper.

Su Mo decisively swam towards him, floating close by, using that person as his target.

He figured if he outlasted him, that would be sufficient.

As he approached, Su Mo was surprised to discover that this person was none other than Zhao Bo, who had secured his place through connections.

He really did have some skill after all.

It seemed the recommendation letter wasn’t given without merit.

At that moment, Zhao Bo also noticed Su Mo swimming towards him and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He had been injected with a type II Genetic Injector; he scoffed at the notion that this fellow could compare with his endurance, considering it a self-humiliation.

But after one minute, two minutes, three minutes…

Suddenly, more than ten minutes had passed.

Zhao Bo, seeing that Su Mo didn’t look the least bit exhausted but rather it was himself who started feeling worse, his face growing paler by the minute.

His inner voice roared angrily.

“Impossible, how could I lose to a nobody?

He must be close to his limit too, just pretending to hold on!

Just a bit longer, and victory will be mine.”

…..

Meanwhile, Su Mo was puzzled; as he observed, it seemed that almost everyone had surfaced, but why hadn’t this Zhao Bo come up yet?

Clearly, he looked like he could hardly keep his eyes open.

At that moment, Zhao Bo’s eyes rolled back, and his wrist-mounted life-monitor sounded an alarm, and he was then pulled to the surface.

Su Mo couldn’t help but shake his head, thinking that internal competition was indeed terrifying.

Even someone with such good physical attributes was so driven, it was unfortunate that he didn’t end up hurting others but nearly hurt himself instead.

After another minute, Su Mo estimated that it was about time.

Staying any longer might cause a stir, so he pulled the rope.

The next second, he was pulled up as well.

Looking at Su Mo being pulled up, Figerl’s face bore a hint of commendation.

“Sixteen minutes and thirty-two seconds, an exceptionally good result.

Your name is Su Mo, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Su Mo replied, slightly taken aback, then responding.

“I look forward to your performance in the next round, on to the next one!”

Figerl praised with great satisfaction.

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