"Don't worry," the scientist assured Frank, clearly oblivious about who he was dealing with. "It's an old machine, but it cost a fortune. It's quite the tough nut, and it's definitely going to survive this." Frank did not press the issue and presumed that the scientist knew him. He then went up on the treadmill, preparing to dash at top speed.

His speed was already above the pinnacle of humankind thanks to his training, not to mention that he was now buffed with the power of the Shagan spiritron vein.

In fact, he had barely run a couple of paces when the treadmill belt snapped, unable to withstand his power!noveldrama

The scientist was astounded. "Woah! You actually destroyed it... and we actually tested cars with it!"

"He's not giving his all yet!" Sue exclaimed proudly, as if she was the one doing it.

Frank remained unfettered and quickly dissected the issue. "That's not it. Cars have good traction, unlike humans who just need to lift their legs to run. The uneven distribution of force therefore wrecked the treadmill." "Guess we'll have to buy another!" The scientist turned apologetically toward Sue.

Sue smiled in wry amusement but nodded-though she also wondered if the lab was just trying to squeeze her for more funding.

"Now, moving on!"

The scientist then led Frank to a pool, telling Frank to jump in while they tested how long he could hold his breath.

He was mentally prepared for Frank to have better lungs than the rest of the human race, since performance in jogging was directly tied to lung volume. If he did not get enough oxygen in a split second, his lungs would blow up.

However, the scientist did not

expect Frank to hold his breath for

twenty minutes! And that was not

all-when Sue called his name out of worry he reached his hand above

the water and gave her a peace sign!

Nonetheless, his record was a breathtaking one hour, twenty three minutes, and two seconds. Moreover, he was exceedingly calm and was not wheezing when he surfaced.

It was obvious he could hold on even longer but did not continue since this was no competition.

Next up was a test of strength.

As Frank stood and clenched his knuckle in front of the boxing machine, he chuckled. "Get ready. This might blow up the machine altogether!"

"It's fine. Just punch as hard as you can!"

This time, the scientist was confident since they had tested the force of a car crash on it-there was no way Frank could top that, no matter how strong he was.

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames.

Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!"

The scientist was left speechless.

So that was why Igor was insistent

that a bigwig be their lab rat-such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world!

In short, this man was the best lab rat!

And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

Eventually the scientist became accustomed to Frank's outlandish nature and no longer felt shocked. Now, he believed that it would be weird if Frank could not do_ something instead.