In a cramped hospital room barely large enough for a single bed.
The spotless white walls had no windows and no extra decorations.
Monotonous and cramped—that was all there was to this room.
It was so cramped that even if you wanted to slam yourself into the wall, there was not enough room to build up speed.
It was so monotonous that all you could see were walls.
Gawain was tightly strapped to the bed in a specially modified Restraint Suit with an opening.
He ate, drank, relieved himself, and slept on that very bed.
Everything was handled automatically.
He could not harm himself, escape, or call for help. All he could do was receive injections and take medicine at scheduled times.
One glance was enough to tell that this was not a place for treating people. It was a place for driving them insane.
He had once considered asking the Red Ants to rescue him.
But after thinking it over, he gave up on the idea.
Because he had seen an image: amid madness, he had found the answer.
Only by accepting this trial could he reach the other shore.
The Eastern Continent People had said that when Heaven was about to entrust a great duty to someone, it would first torment his resolve, exhaust his body... and finally drive him mad.
Without madness, one could not become a demon.
Buddhas could not save the world. Yet demons who carried out mass extermination could. How ironic.
He could not simply rely on the Red Ants to eat, eat, eat his way through everything and easily complete his mission of saving Miken.
Absolutely not!
If it were really that easy, what meaning would all the blood shed by those before him have had? Things going so smoothly only happened in