I Became a Genius Swordsman in the Pretty Girl Game

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 have to endure this hunger.

‘What a waste of time.’

Having been through my master’s grueling training, this seemed utterly nonsensical to me.

‘Even if she’s my master’s master, this doesn’t seem right... I need to get out of here and have a talk with the Sword Sovereign.’

With that resolve, I extended my hands into the void. It wasn’t a large space; I quickly reached the wall of the pit.