Pyroc, whose expression was relaxed, spoke in a soft voice.

�You want to be strong?�Shall I teach you how to become stronger?�

As the screamer looked up, his father�s face turned into a demon again.

�Nothing like that, you idiot!�Snooping on the method itself is an excuse!�Do you know why?�How to become strong is so easy that even a three-year-old knows!�hit!�get stronger!�hit!�Become stronger!�

�I can�t move my arm����.�

A minute�s rest was rather causing muscle spasms.

�Can�t you?�Then admit it cleanly!�I mean, stand by and applaud the champion as he passes by!�

�Damn it!�

The screamer, who was bubbling inside, pushed the punching bag away and opened up the distance, then rushed in and opened fire.

�Don�t do it right!�accuracy!�accuracy!�

D-59 days.

Sitting cross-legged on a rock overlooking the stream, Sirone�s face had dried up in a matter of days.

All she ate was grass porridge made by Maze, and her brain consumed all the nutrients she had obtained, so she lost three kilograms of her already light body.

�I can�t think of anything.�

I want to take out the brain and put it in the trash.

Except for 3 hours of sleep, this was the only rest time.

At first, I wondered if it would help my training, but recently I realized that it definitely helps.

If I hadn�t been given even 4 hours of meditation, I would have died of exhaustion or committed suicide from madness.

�There is nothing insignificant.�I just don�t want to look into it.�

I looked at the scenery in front of me, reflecting on Miro�s words, but I couldn�t understand what the hell he was asking me to look into.

�The leaves are hanging.�It shakes because the wind blows.�

I saw a spider building a web among the branches.

�What is that spider thinking?�

As I watched endlessly, the sun began to set before I knew it.

�It�s nighttime, the spider must have eaten something.�

The spider must have eaten something too.

It�s a very obvious fact, but it was quite interesting because I had never looked into it.

�Sirone, let�s start night training.�

As Miro�s voice calmed down, it felt like my heart sank with a thump.

Four hours outside hell was shorter than one hour in hell. JrNovels.com