Chapter: 203
Pyo-wol opened his mouth slightly and let out a rough breath. Then the snakes around him shook.�
The other snakes put their fangs on Pyo-wol�s body. Again, Pyo-wol felt indescribable pain as if his body was melting from the newly injected poison.
Pyo-wol�s body trembled. Regardless of his will, his body continued to react.�
It was a vicious cycle. He would have snakes stuck their fangs on his body while his body would react in different ways.�
Poison gradually accumulated in Pyo-wol�s body as numerous poisons attacked the inside of his� body.
His spirit grew clearer as the pain felt more vivid.
Pyo-wol became unable to both live or die. He just suffered from the countless snake bites.�
His face and body became swollen from snake venom.�
He wanted to scream as much as he could. But the moment he opened his mouth wide, the fear that a snake might crawl into his throat made his teeth clench.
Pyo-wol thought desperately.
�If I go on like this, I will die.�
Even though his body was resistant to poison, he was still human.�
He couldn�t stand the poison being injected indiscriminately.
His body had already reached its limit.
If a snake bites anymore than this, it is clear that his body will be out of balance and he would end up dying.
So before that happens, he had to figure out a way.
At that moment, the first thing that popped into his head was the first snake that bit him in the underground room. Back then he couldn�t even guess where the snake came from, but it seemed like it probably escaped from this pit.�
The snake was perfectly adapted to the darkness.
�I have to adapt like that snake.�
Similarly with how the small snake adapted to the darkness in order to live, Pyo-wol had to adapt to the snake den in order survive.
�I have to think like a snake, breathe like a snake, and move like a snake. That�s the only way to survive.�
Quak!
Again, he felt pain in his ankle. Another snake has bitten his ankle.
There was no area where his body was not full of snake-bite marks. Wherever the snake bites the area becomes undoubtedly swollen.
Having a painful area was actually fine. The most unbearable part for him was the itchy area. Some poisons caused an unbearable itching layer.
It would have been better if he could scratch it with his hand, but it was clear that moving his body even a little bit would irritate the snakes, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and put up with it.
Pyo-wol held his breath.
Simply weakening his breathing was not enough.
He had to breathe like a snake.
Pyo-wol tried to feel the snake�s breath with his eyes closed. JrNovels.com
The other snakes put their fangs on Pyo-wol�s body. Again, Pyo-wol felt indescribable pain as if his body was melting from the newly injected poison.
Pyo-wol�s body trembled. Regardless of his will, his body continued to react.�
It was a vicious cycle. He would have snakes stuck their fangs on his body while his body would react in different ways.�
Poison gradually accumulated in Pyo-wol�s body as numerous poisons attacked the inside of his� body.
His spirit grew clearer as the pain felt more vivid.
Pyo-wol became unable to both live or die. He just suffered from the countless snake bites.�
His face and body became swollen from snake venom.�
He wanted to scream as much as he could. But the moment he opened his mouth wide, the fear that a snake might crawl into his throat made his teeth clench.
Pyo-wol thought desperately.
�If I go on like this, I will die.�
Even though his body was resistant to poison, he was still human.�
He couldn�t stand the poison being injected indiscriminately.
His body had already reached its limit.
If a snake bites anymore than this, it is clear that his body will be out of balance and he would end up dying.
So before that happens, he had to figure out a way.
At that moment, the first thing that popped into his head was the first snake that bit him in the underground room. Back then he couldn�t even guess where the snake came from, but it seemed like it probably escaped from this pit.�
The snake was perfectly adapted to the darkness.
�I have to adapt like that snake.�
Similarly with how the small snake adapted to the darkness in order to live, Pyo-wol had to adapt to the snake den in order survive.
�I have to think like a snake, breathe like a snake, and move like a snake. That�s the only way to survive.�
Quak!
Again, he felt pain in his ankle. Another snake has bitten his ankle.
There was no area where his body was not full of snake-bite marks. Wherever the snake bites the area becomes undoubtedly swollen.
Having a painful area was actually fine. The most unbearable part for him was the itchy area. Some poisons caused an unbearable itching layer.
It would have been better if he could scratch it with his hand, but it was clear that moving his body even a little bit would irritate the snakes, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and put up with it.
Pyo-wol held his breath.
Simply weakening his breathing was not enough.
He had to breathe like a snake.
Pyo-wol tried to feel the snake�s breath with his eyes closed. JrNovels.com
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