Three days of intensive preparation had left me feeling like I had been put through a medical blender, reassembled, and then put through it again for good measure. The upgrades to my resistances had been worth it in terms of raw capability, but the process had been so unpleasant that I was already making mental notes to never let Alexis talk me into something like this again.
Going from level 6 to level 10 in both Poison Resistance and Pain Resistance had required increasingly extreme methods as each level demanded more intense exposure to build immunity. The early levels had been manageable, carefully controlled doses of various toxins while monitoring my vital signs, gradually increasing exposure times to different types of pain stimuli under strict medical supervision.
But level 9 to level 10 had been genuinely horrific.
