Chapter 127: What Are You Doing, Sis? (7)
Vermel hadn’t seen the sun for days.
I’m gonna die.
Because he couldn’t synthesize vitamin D, his bones felt limp. This was why it was important to get some light.
Sure there may be a fluorescent lamp, but it didn’t solve the fundamental problem. Being in an elf’s body, this place felt harsh to Vermel.
It was a space of about 66 m2 at most.
Not only was it not that wide, but the whole place was blocked off with metal bars. It looked like the shelters in those nuclear apocalypse movies he had watched as a child.
Living in such an eerie place for days drove a person insane. Even if it wasn’t quite claustrophobia, he could feel his quality of life decreasing in real time. Rubbing his sunken eyes, Vermel opened the can.
Why am I the only one filming an apocalypse movie in a fantasy RPG?
It was a clear genre shift. But now, he just accepted it.
Of course, being stuck in a place like this was better than dying. There was an old saying: better a live coward than a dead hero.
Vermel ate the P-rations that he had personally invented here at the Empire and went over the schedule.