Rothschild glanced at the surveillance screen, where the data constantly changed, recording every change Li Zheng's movents caused to his body.
He watched for a mont, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he clicked on the data column, scrolling up and down to examine it closely.
"Professor, what's going on?" Feng Yue asked curiously, knowing Rothschild must have discovered sothing.
Pointing at a few lines of data, Rothschild said, "Muscle strength, bone density, blood flow speed, heart pressure, internal organ pressure, cranial pressure... Each ti we collect data, there are changes on different levels, although the magnitude is small, but..."
He looked up at Li Zheng: "But each change is gradually making his body evolve in a better direction!"
Rothschild's eyes were full of amazent: "What exactly is this race? What unique traits do they have? Why is their adaptability so strong?"
"It's just the data of a single individual; perhaps it's an exception?" Feng Yue remarked, "To prove the uniqueness of this race, we need more data from similar individuals. Perhaps we could issue a task throughout the district to recruit residents of this race from the Outer City to assist in our research at the institute?"
"You're right." Rothschild glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid they'll surpass your records? After all, you've been trying to break the record for over twenty years."
Feng Yue smiled serenely: "Records are ant to be broken, aren't they? Even if I set a new record, others will break it in the future. Whether or not I'm the one who breaks the record now doesn't really matter, does it?"
Rothschild was quite surprised: "I never expected you to be so open-minded. I always thought you were an obsessive guy who just wanted to break the records set by predecessors."
"Haha." Feng Yue laughed heartily: "To be honest, the reason I want to break records is actually to contribute to breakthroughs in this area for the Outer City. Now that there's soone more suitable, it ans the breakthrough is imminent, which makes happy."
"It's good that you see it that way." Rothschild contemplated for a few seconds and said, "You've been studying gravity research for over twenty years, and your theoretical knowledge is no less than mine. I'll apply to the higher-ups later, so you can beco my assistant. At least having a title as a professor's assistant sounds better than a regular researcher, and it will also boost your status and salary significantly."
Feng Yue's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Then I'll thank the professor in advance."
"This is the treatnt you deserve. If it weren't for the few people involved in this research, I would have promoted you long ago," Rothschild said.
After training for a while, Li Zheng felt the results were minimal and urged in the direction of the communicator, "Why hasn't the gravity coefficient been increased yet?"
Rothschild laughed: "He's more eager than you; he can't wait any longer."
He opened the communicator and inford, "I'll increase the gravity to 10.5 tis for you now, so you can adapt to it step by step."
Li Zheng nodded imdiately: "Alright."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gravity coefficient in the Gravity Generation Field increased once again, and Li Zheng experienced the sensation of being shackled anew, following his adaptation to ten tis gravity.
"Sss~ huff..." He took a deep breath, making a slight adjustnt to his body feeling, stood up straight, and gradually adapted to the current gravity.
"Ten tis gravity is a checkpoint, but also a breakthrough point," Rothschild said. "Many races from the Outer City participated in this experint, most stopping at ten tis gravity, unable to advance further.
"I've studied their data, and most of them have so form of genetic limitation.
"This limitation is not sothing a Genetic Potion can break; it is a natural shackle that cannot be undone by human intervention.
"It's as if heaven set a limit on their growth, preventing them from reaching the ultimate level in this regard.
"However, any race that can break through the ten tis gravity coefficient often experiences phenonal improvent afterward, with significant leaps.
"So far, your Rothschild Turtle Race is among the best, approaching fifty tis gravity."
The equipnt produced by the Gravity Research Institute, when set to maximum power, can achieve a hundredfold gravity amplification, but no one has survived in such an amplified environnt yet.
Rothschild's eyes were filled with anticipation: "I wonder to what extent he can ultimately reach."
Can he achieve that surreal dream of surviving in an environnt of hundredfold gravity amplification?
After a few minutes of adaptation, Li Zheng jumped a few tis inside the Gravity Generation Field. Each ti he landed, his steps beca exceptionally heavy, far from the ease he had under ten tis gravity.
"After tenfold, there seems to be a qualitative change." Li Zheng stopped moving, continuing to adjust his senses, and thought to himself, "Just increasing by 0.5 tis makes the difference feel as ridiculous as jumping from eight tis to ten tis."
He could feel every part of his body making changes to adapt to the current environnt. Even on a cellular level, there seed to be so kind of change.
However, he couldn't describe what the change was, only perceiving it as a mysterious and profound sense.
After another five minutes, he tried jumping on the spot again.
This ti, as he landed, his steps were much lighter.
Previously, it was like a two-hundred-pound sandbag falling from a height, but now it felt like a twenty-sothing kilogram barrel of water being put down with effort.
"Still not enough." Li Zheng frowned.
This ti, he didn't stand still but began a staggered walk around the Gravity Generation Field.
Gradually, his steps beca consistent, and every stride was incredibly even.
After he felt completely adapted, another half hour had passed.
He jumped a few tis, landing lightly, as if the tenfold gravity was no longer affecting him at all.
"The physical boost seems significant, but the Spiritual Power hasn't even increased by ten-thousandth of the total amount..." Li Zheng said to the communicator: "Increase again!"
Two hours later.
"Increase again!"
...
"Increase again!"
...
"Increase again!"
...
There were five increases in total, each with a 0.5 tis amplification, exactly reaching the thirteen tis Rothschild ntioned earlier!
Li Zheng was now unable to maintain a standing posture, sitting there, his whole body trembling, barely holding on.
"Thirteen tis, it's already at the limit."
Li Zheng was drenched in sweat: "With each increase of 0.5 tis, the ti required to adapt increases exponentially, and to adapt to the current environnt, I need to endure thirty continuous hours of pressure!"
He lifted a hand, and even the simple motion of raising his hand was incredibly difficult, with each finger feeling like it was weighted with a thousand-jin weight, forcing him to lower the arm.
Furthermore, under such high gravity, his skin and muscles inevitably showed signs of sagging.
Particularly, his eyelids completely drooped, covering his eyes, unable to open.
The muscles on both sides of his cheeks hung low, resembling the pug breed Li Zheng rembered from Earth.
"That's enough for today," Feng Yue, concerned about Li Zheng's safety, couldn't help but suggest: "The days ahead are long; it's not too late to continue tomorrow."
Rothschild shared the sa thought, but he was focused on collecting data and whether to stop depended on Li Zheng's own decision.
Yet Li Zheng sat there, showing no intention of pausing.
Until another half hour passed, and suddenly Li Zheng's expression changed: "Stop!"
Rothschild imdiately operated the controls, gradually reducing, and restoring the gravity.
This process took another twenty or so minutes before finally shutting off the Gravity Generator completely.
As the equipnt shut down, Li Zheng's sagging body parts slowly returned to normal.
Li Zheng got up and moved around, feeling incredibly light.
He stood up and looked around, his brows furrowed: "Have I shrunk?"
He raised his arms and stretched.
His spine made a series of crackling sounds.
Then looking around again: "Hmm, my height is back."
With hurried steps, he left the Gravity Generation Field, heading straight to the restroom not far away.
If it weren't for urgently needing to use the toilet, he could have held on a bit longer.
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