Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water droplets fell from the closed ceiling, echoing in the pitch-black darkness. All that could be seen was endless, inky blackness.

Honestly, I was still baffled. To suddenly imprison someone and tell them to endure extreme hunger—what was that even supposed to mean?

‘What kind of training is this…?’

This wasn’t swinging a sword, refining sword techniques, strengthening the body, or mastering mana control. It was just a crude endurance test against hunger?

This would only wear down my body without providing any real training. With no end in sight, I had no idea how long I’d …