Chapter: 15

Above all, each food contained the scent of a different person.�

There were only five body orientations that Pyo-Wol knew. (??? ??? ??? ?????.)

It was clear that more than five people had imprisoned themselves here for some purpose.�

�No, I can�t be the only one.��

Pyo-wol thought that there would be others who were imprisoned besides himself.

Using such a space to confine only one person is too expensive and inefficient.

Pyo-wol organized his thoughts.�

�The number of people who manage this place is at least five, and the number of people in the same situation as me must be at least more.�

The thought bit the tail on the tail. (??? ??? ??? ???.)

�Those who locked us up would have made this place for some purpose. The problem is, what could possibly be their purpose?�

He could not yet guess the purpose of those who locked themselves here.

This was because the information was too scarce to infer with only one unidentified food mixed with food waste.

Pyo-wol did not worry.

There was plenty of time left for him.

After all, there was nothing else to do here.

The best thing he can do to spend time with was thinking.

If he continues to think, and think endlessly, he will one day be able to come across the truth.

Fortunately, there was no odor that could possibly be poison from the unidentified food.

Pyo-wol carefully began to eat his food.

This was also a gamble.

Nutrients other than moss were needed to restore stamina and muscle strength.�

Even if it�s a mix of garbage.

After sorting out all his thoughts, Pyo-wol began to eat the unidentified food on the plate with his hands.

Furuk! Slurp!

The sound of him eating food echoed in the darkness.

The food tasted terrible, but it was still more edible than moss.

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Food was given at the same time once a day.

The time was not actually accurate. It was just Pyo-wol guessing with his sense. �(??? ?? ????. ?? ??? ??? ??? ??? ????????.)

The quantity given is such that a person can barely survive for a day. JrNovels.com