Chapter: 17
He guessed that he had been trapped here for at least four months by the amount of food he had eaten.
The giver of food did not say anything to Pyo-wol.
The small window was just mechanically opened once a day and supplied him with food.
Pyo-wol also felt the limit of his mental powers because he couldn�t talk to anyone for four months and was isolated in a dark space alone.
More and more time was spent talking alone.
After asking and answering by himself, he wondered if his mind was already split.
But each time, Pyo-wol held on to his spirits like crazy.
It was as if time had stopped here.
Staying sane in a place like this has never been easier.
In particular, it was easy to go crazy if he had nothing to do. So, what Pyo-wol chose was to move. He walked along the wall in a narrow space of three or more in all directions. He walked and walked and walked until he collapsed from exhaustion.
He was like a hamster running on a wheel.�
Calluses were formed on the soles of the feet, and little by little muscle started to form in the legs. When he remained standstill, his hunger was tolerable, but as he began to move, a feeling of extreme hunger tormented him.
The food given once a day was insufficient. So he scraped up the walls and ate moss.
He chose to eat moss to survive through the day despite the numbing hellish taste.�
�Hoo! Hoo!�
Pyo-wol�s whole body was soaked with sweat.
He would eat moss and roam the narrow space all day long. Thanks to this, he now has some muscle in his legs. The skin was still skinny due to a lack of nutrients, but it was not as weak as if it would break if he touched it with his fingers like before.
When the leg muscles had gained some strength, Pyo-wol contemplated on doing some upper body exercises. He soon decided on doing push-ups. So his time now is split into walking and push ups.�
The push-ups cause him as much pain as the first time he walked.
At first, just doing ten repetitions made him out of breath. But as he endured the pain and continued trying, the number of repetitions increased day by day.
A few months passed like that.
Although he couldn�t see it with his own eyes, Pyo-wol felt that his body had changed quite a bit.
He was still skinny, but it was not just the skin that was covered like before, but strong muscles under the skin.
Pyo-wol had to put in a lot of effort before this could happen.
He was constantly fighting with himself, not with anyone else, to the point of collapsing.
It was a different kind of pain from the initial hunger. Pyo-Wol learned how to endure such pain on his own. That wasn�t the only thing he learned. He began to perceive the passage of time through his own internal body reactions.
It is possible to measure the approximate flow of time through the defecation cycle, the time when the mind becomes clear, and various other body changes.
There was another change.
It was his eyes.
His� eyes began to adapt to the awful darkness. JrNovels.com
The giver of food did not say anything to Pyo-wol.
The small window was just mechanically opened once a day and supplied him with food.
Pyo-wol also felt the limit of his mental powers because he couldn�t talk to anyone for four months and was isolated in a dark space alone.
More and more time was spent talking alone.
After asking and answering by himself, he wondered if his mind was already split.
But each time, Pyo-wol held on to his spirits like crazy.
It was as if time had stopped here.
Staying sane in a place like this has never been easier.
In particular, it was easy to go crazy if he had nothing to do. So, what Pyo-wol chose was to move. He walked along the wall in a narrow space of three or more in all directions. He walked and walked and walked until he collapsed from exhaustion.
He was like a hamster running on a wheel.�
Calluses were formed on the soles of the feet, and little by little muscle started to form in the legs. When he remained standstill, his hunger was tolerable, but as he began to move, a feeling of extreme hunger tormented him.
The food given once a day was insufficient. So he scraped up the walls and ate moss.
He chose to eat moss to survive through the day despite the numbing hellish taste.�
�Hoo! Hoo!�
Pyo-wol�s whole body was soaked with sweat.
He would eat moss and roam the narrow space all day long. Thanks to this, he now has some muscle in his legs. The skin was still skinny due to a lack of nutrients, but it was not as weak as if it would break if he touched it with his fingers like before.
When the leg muscles had gained some strength, Pyo-wol contemplated on doing some upper body exercises. He soon decided on doing push-ups. So his time now is split into walking and push ups.�
The push-ups cause him as much pain as the first time he walked.
At first, just doing ten repetitions made him out of breath. But as he endured the pain and continued trying, the number of repetitions increased day by day.
A few months passed like that.
Although he couldn�t see it with his own eyes, Pyo-wol felt that his body had changed quite a bit.
He was still skinny, but it was not just the skin that was covered like before, but strong muscles under the skin.
Pyo-wol had to put in a lot of effort before this could happen.
He was constantly fighting with himself, not with anyone else, to the point of collapsing.
It was a different kind of pain from the initial hunger. Pyo-Wol learned how to endure such pain on his own. That wasn�t the only thing he learned. He began to perceive the passage of time through his own internal body reactions.
It is possible to measure the approximate flow of time through the defecation cycle, the time when the mind becomes clear, and various other body changes.
There was another change.
It was his eyes.
His� eyes began to adapt to the awful darkness. JrNovels.com
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