Apu sat on a small stool beside the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling without moving, like a statue.
He was not particularly tall, only around 1.6 meters, and extremely thin, as though a gust of wind could knock him over.
But despite his youthful, immature face, he was one of the regiment's best artillerymen.
However, ever since being captured, he had forgotten his specialty and become a worker who washed animal entrails.
He was a regular Imperial soldier and possessed limited information, so after interrogation, he had been thrown into prison.
Prisoners here ate poorly and slept poorly. One dose of Nutrient Solution had to last five days. Who would believe that? As the saying went, a full stomach made trouble easier... and a good night's sleep did too.
On top of that, the prisoners had labor quotas. If they failed to meet the basic target, they would not even get water to drink! The work was naturally grueling and exhausting, and quite dangerous as well.
Fortunately, Ke Qi Star no longer had many mineral resources. Otherwise, the prisoners in this jail would definitely have been sent underground.
But Apu's work was not much better—washing animal entrails, mainly large intestines.
With technology having advanced this far, such work had long since been mechanized. But hand-washing was cleaner, caused less damage, and produced premium goods.
Apu had not completed his quota today, mainly because someone had deliberately interfered with him while he worked.
So he had no food to eat. He sat on the little stool in a daze, trying to minimize his consumption.
There was no cover above the stool, either, so he could absorb more light from the lamps. That counted as energy intake too.
Seeing him like this, the other nine prisoners in the room exchanged glances.