The Founder's POV

Chapter 10: Two months

I'm almost going crazy... I don't know how much time has passed, but I know two things.

First, I haven't slept since I came here, and second, I hate Jore so fucking much.

Without taking into account the daily skill show, he would only appear when I was trying to sleep or leave the arena, beating me up, and then disappear again.

Or when my body stopped working, and I was literally about to die, he would throw an energy pill at me and disappear again.

On the bright side, my body improved at an unprecedented rate, and my Wisdom stats also increased significantly.

But I honestly didn't care. I felt like I forgot my name sometimes.

I don't know how long ago (since there isn't a night in this place), Jore finally allowed me to practice with the sword, and the training hours increased to 7.

At first, I was waving vigorously and energetically, but now...

I waved at a plodding speed. Even a child could avoid it.

My body is not weak or tired—quite the opposite.

It was bursting with energy, but my mind couldn't keep up. If I waved too hard, I might fall.

How I swung my sword was similar to how Jore did on day one.

I felt helpless as I watched my blade move. My Stats have improved somewhat over the past few days. My body had gained some resistance against those sleep flowers, and that made me more comfortable.

I raised my sword high for the last time and lowered it quietly.

My breath flowed rhythmically, and I noticed the path the foliage created to the end of the arena.

I sighed, and the sword fell from my hand, and I felt broken.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, not caring about the presence of Jore above me, perched on the tree trunk.

"You."

Jore came down, barely making a sound, and hit me on the back of the head with a wooden stick.

But this time, I didn't care... Fuck the pain, the martial art, and the Demon King. If I didn't sleep now, I would genuinely lose my mind.

Jore hit me again and then again... it never stopped.

Only after a while he finally stopped, and I heard him sigh.

"You succeeded. Get up. I'll let you sleep after one last thing."

This time, although I hesitated a little, I ended up standing.

I would prefer my first sleep in a long time to be at least peaceful.

Jore left the arena, and I followed him. I was beginning to feel strange about leaving the arena. After all, I had eaten, trained, and meditated there for a long time.

"The goal of that training was to make you reach a certain stage of sleepiness and nothing more. The training and exaggerated food were only because your body is weak."

I looked at Jore's back and wanted to plunge the sword into him, but I knew it was impossible.

I completed the gaps myself, and I knew the details of the test.

So, to succeed, I had to reach a point of sleepiness where I wouldn't care about anything else. All I can think about should be sleeping and resting. I forget all the worries of life and settle into a state between consciousness and subconsciousness.