212: Disgusting, open the door to disgusting motherfuckers, it's disgusting

As soon as Pan Han exited the 80th floor, a notification popped up:

Trial Participant: Pan Han;

Trial Points: 825,780;

Ranking: First Place.

Pan Han grinned when he saw himself back at the Big Brother spot and glanced at the Mech accompanying him.

After clearing these few stages, Pan Han felt as if he had actually grown!

“Let’s go, Scarlet Angel! We’ll tackle the smaller stages first.” Pan Han waved his hand and headed straight for the 81st floor.

However, Pan Han was still disappointed.

The 81st floor turned out to be a pack of ice wolves, seemingly mixed with some huskies.

Pan Han didn't have much trouble fighting them, even taking the time to play dog-sledding.

The 82nd floor was a group of octopus monsters, slimy and watery.

This stage was truly difficult; Pan Han was almost killed by the suckers. Fortunately, he was quick-witted enough to bite off a few tentacles to escape. Later, he used a large shotgun to directly blow the octopus monsters' heads off.

By the time he emerged from the 82nd floor, he was completely black and reeked of fishy smell.

Unexpectedly, Pan Han, soaked in octopus ink, easily passed the 83rd and 84th stages.

Because these two stages featured the clean-loving Tom Cat and the fish-hating Jerry Mouse, respectively.

The 85th stage disgusted Pan Han to no end.

It was home to a group of mutated loaches, thick and long, so ugly that Pan Han couldn't bear to look at them. He basically passed this stage with his eyes closed.

Especially when he killed the last female loach, which was pregnant. As soon as he cut open its belly, tens of millions of fish eggs gushed out.

“Ugh!” Pan Han accidentally swallowed many of them.

He immediately gagged and tried desperately to spit them out.

“Damn it, why does it get more disgusting the closer I get to the 90th floor?” Pan Han cursed loudly while sitting in the hallway between the 85th and 86th floors!

He slumped to the ground, trembling as he pulled out a cigarette and took several deep drags.

“Damn it, why am I here participating in this crappy Trial instead of living a good life!” The scene just now was truly sickening.

Pan Han was already considering giving up; he couldn't take it anymore.

Eight hours had passed since the Trial began.

Continuous high-intensity combat, battles of wits, and the shock of various bizarre sights.

All of it brought on Pan Han's fatigue once again.

The massage he had earlier seemed to be completely ineffective.

“That’s strange! Why do I feel increasingly dizzy? Could I be poisoned?”

In fact, he wasn't poisoned; it was mainly because the previous few stages were so nauseating, and he simply couldn't tolerate them.

Just like some people faint at the sight of blood, some have claustrophobia, and some have trypophobia.

Pan Han's particular weakness was his inability to stand disgust.

His brain had now entered a self-protection state, which was why his movements were hindered, and he felt dizzy.

He rested for a full seventeen or eighteen minutes, smoking half a pack of cigarettes.

Only then did the nausea subside.

The 86th, 87th, 88th, and 89th floors continued to be disgusting.

Disgusting mermaids in the sewers, tiny monstrosities in formaldehyde jars, dogs in medical laboratories, and half-human, half-corpse maggot farmers.

After Pan Han endured and passed them, he once again collapsed in front of the 90th floor.

Only after finishing the remaining half-pack of cigarettes could he breathe somewhat normally.

“Damn it, did the Twelve Palaces change the stages last minute? It feels like they’re specifically targeting me.” Pan Han cursed, gasping for breath.

However, what disgusted him the most was that after clearing these nine stages, he only gained 10,000 points.

Can you believe it, folks?

Now, Pan Han was covered in various bodily fluids—blood, saliva, mucus, ink—and a chaotic mix of smells, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He simply stripped naked, took out several large bottles of purified water from his spatial storage, and rinsed himself off.

Then he changed into a clean set of clothes, which made him feel a bit more comfortable.

However, he insisted on not using the Mech for these nine floors.

He absolutely had to save it for the later floors, especially the 90th and 100th floors.

A weapon like the Mech certainly had to be kept as a trump card.

Would Pan Han use his trump card for a few minor annoyances? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

When it came to important matters, he was never indecisive.

Disgust, well, just endure it and it will pass.

If he couldn't even overcome this small matter, how could he sweep across the world in the future?

Finally, it was time to attack the 90th floor. Pan Han stretched his arms, pressed his legs, and let out a long sigh, preparing to enter the Mech.

Pan Han carefully climbed into the Mech's cockpit, and various sensors and connection lines immediately linked with his body.

The Mech's AI system began to scan and adapt to his physical characteristics, ensuring the optimal control experience.

With a faint hum, the Mech's head armor closed, completely encasing Pan Han.

His vision immediately widened; through the Mech's eyes, he could clearly see everything around him.

Pan Han felt the immense power the Mech provided him. His muscles and bones seemed to be magnified several times, and every movement became more agile and powerful.

He tried swinging the Mech's arm, effortlessly generating enormous force, as if he could tear apart any enemy blocking his path.

“Scarlet Angel, activate combat mode.” Pan Han’s voice echoed inside the Mech.

The Mech immediately entered combat state, energy surging, and weapon systems activated.

Pan Han felt the strength and energy throughout his body; he was ready to face the 90th floor's strongest Boss—the Venomous Spider.

The Black Suit Zombie said this Venomous Spider was extremely dangerous, but Pan Han was not afraid. He believed his own strength and the Mech's power were enough to defeat it.

He cleared his mind of distractions and focused on preparing for battle.

“Scarlet Angel, advance!” Pan Han gave the command, and the Mech took large strides, heading towards the 90th floor.

The environment of the 90th floor was completely different from the previous stages: it was dark and filled with a thick, poisonous mist.

Pan Han's Mech was equipped with an anti-poison system, and he set his breathing to automatic filtration mode to counter the invasion of the poisonous mist.

The path ahead became increasingly narrow, filled with various strange creatures and traps. Pan Han carefully avoided venomous thorns and acid sprayers.

Suddenly, a giant spider appeared before him. This was the legendary Venomous Spider!

It was exactly as described in the previous data!

However, a giant spider three meters tall, with all its organs magnified hundreds of times.

This strangeness and oppression made Pan Han involuntarily swallow.

Ding! His wristband notified him: Venomous Spider points: 200,000!

Pan Han was greatly surprised; if he could defeat it, his points would break through 1,000,000!

The Big Brother position would be firmly secured.

His brain rapidly recalled the Venomous Spider's attack methods: its two eyes emit red light, which can cause blindness; its entire body is venomous, capable of causing chronic poisoning to opponents at any time; it spits explosive venom, and being splashed by it will cause poisoning or corrosion; its eight long legs are cutting weapons themselves; and its highly toxic spider silk, naturally, was its specialty.

“But luckily, with the Chishenshi Mech, I shouldn’t have to worry about blindness. I can just look at the screen.” Pan Han felt a little relieved.

As he spoke, Pan Han slapped his thigh and pushed out a long sword from the inside.

Unlike other swords, this blade faintly carried electric arcs.

Crackling, it continuously emitted sparks.

“Heh heh, you smelly spider, let me show you the sword technique I created! Take this!”

Pan Han roared and charged straight at the Venomous Spider!