Chapter 37.2


    Thanks For The Dungeon


    In the afternoon, I work out in the front room of the dungeon.


    The current situation where the amount of effort leads to results is ideal. To achieve this, I always want to keep room for growth. So, as a result of trying to put a load on my body by devising various ways, I ended up with an incomprehensible muscle training called "one-handed handstand push-up".


    However, by holding the arms open or closed, the center of gravity changes drastically, and the core, rather than the muscles, is strengthened tremendously. That''s amazing.


    After that, I bind my limbs with the skill [mucus]. I don''t mean I have to huff and puff by tying myself up. No, I do huff and puff, but not in a sexual way.


    The ropes made of mucus connected to the walls of the dungeon.


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    As I lay there quietly, I could feel my heart pounding and blood rushing through my body. The pulse is so strong that it''s hard for my ears to hear the sound.


    Suddenly, as I rest my body, I reflect on what has happened to me. I have a lovely girlfriend. My body has become strong. The food was delicious, and I could earn enough money to eat my favorite meals anytime I wanted without hesitation.


    All of this happened because our refrigerator became a dungeon.


    "Thank you, Dungeon. You''ve made a big difference to me."


    I look up at the pale blue ceiling of the dungeon and say thank you. It doesn''t mean anything will change, but it''s a matter of feeling.


    The blue-white light of the dungeon ceiling shines on me as usual.