Chapter: 9
If moss had harbored extreme poison, he would have lost his life as soon as it was eaten. Even if it did not have such an extreme effect, any abnormality should have been felt in the body.
But he didn�t feel any other abnormalities except that his taste buds were numb.
It meant it was edible.
Pyo-wol hastily scraped the moss and brought it to his mouth.
Since his mouth was already paralyzed, he no longer felt the taste of hell. It was painful nonetheless, but once he got used to it, it was tolerable.
Deaddeck! (???!)
Pyo-wol randomly scraped the wall and collected moss. When it is collected to a certain extent, he puts it in his mouth, and he repeats the act of collecting the moss.
�I can live. I can live somehow.�
Chewing the moss, Pyo-wol murmured.
His tongue was almost paralyzed, and his voice never came out of his mouth, but his spirits were firm.
He had to survive to get revenge on the man who imprisoned him here.
At the very least, he would be relieved to find out the reason why he had been imprisoned here.
He didn�t know how much of the moss had been scraped off.
There was no feeling of satiety. Still, the hunger went away to some extent.
His tongue continued to tingle as if paralyzed.
Pyo-wol caressed the area around his mouth with his hand. Fortunately, after some time, the sensation of his tongue returned to normal.
Pyo-wol thought he was lucky.�
It was a gamble that risked his life.
He doesn�t know how big the space he�s trapped in, but there�s a lot of moss on the wall, so he�ll be able to hang on to his life for the time being. Of course, he will have to endure that hellish taste every time.
Pyo-wol, who was standing and resting for a while, soon began to move, putting his hand on the wall.
It was to estimate the size of the space in which he was confined.
As he walked about ten steps with his left hand against the wall, a dead end appeared. It is blocked by the wall.
He walked again along the blocked wall. Again, after about ten steps, a wall appeared.
�A rectangular space of about three square meters.��
It was only then that Pyo-wol began to visualize the size and shape of the space in which he was confined.
I could roll. (? ? ???.)
Pyo-wol continued walking along the wall.
Chin!
Then something was caught in my fingertips.
It was a solid feeling, a different texture from moss. JrNovels.com
But he didn�t feel any other abnormalities except that his taste buds were numb.
It meant it was edible.
Pyo-wol hastily scraped the moss and brought it to his mouth.
Since his mouth was already paralyzed, he no longer felt the taste of hell. It was painful nonetheless, but once he got used to it, it was tolerable.
Deaddeck! (???!)
Pyo-wol randomly scraped the wall and collected moss. When it is collected to a certain extent, he puts it in his mouth, and he repeats the act of collecting the moss.
�I can live. I can live somehow.�
Chewing the moss, Pyo-wol murmured.
His tongue was almost paralyzed, and his voice never came out of his mouth, but his spirits were firm.
He had to survive to get revenge on the man who imprisoned him here.
At the very least, he would be relieved to find out the reason why he had been imprisoned here.
He didn�t know how much of the moss had been scraped off.
There was no feeling of satiety. Still, the hunger went away to some extent.
His tongue continued to tingle as if paralyzed.
Pyo-wol caressed the area around his mouth with his hand. Fortunately, after some time, the sensation of his tongue returned to normal.
Pyo-wol thought he was lucky.�
It was a gamble that risked his life.
He doesn�t know how big the space he�s trapped in, but there�s a lot of moss on the wall, so he�ll be able to hang on to his life for the time being. Of course, he will have to endure that hellish taste every time.
Pyo-wol, who was standing and resting for a while, soon began to move, putting his hand on the wall.
It was to estimate the size of the space in which he was confined.
As he walked about ten steps with his left hand against the wall, a dead end appeared. It is blocked by the wall.
He walked again along the blocked wall. Again, after about ten steps, a wall appeared.
�A rectangular space of about three square meters.��
It was only then that Pyo-wol began to visualize the size and shape of the space in which he was confined.
I could roll. (? ? ???.)
Pyo-wol continued walking along the wall.
Chin!
Then something was caught in my fingertips.
It was a solid feeling, a different texture from moss. JrNovels.com
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