"Bang—"
"Urgh—"
Another heavy impact sent Klein to the brink of losing consciousness. Relying on his powerful control over his body, he forcibly suppressed the instinct to vomit for the umpteenth time.
No, I can't throw up. I absolutely can't throw up.
This container had been specially made by Bonova. Though it was not an Extraordinary item, it possessed certain special effects, much like the Blasphemy Cards Rosell the Great Emperor had made back then.
It was a completely sealed container, yet one would not suffocate inside it. Even after an entire day, Klein merely felt that the oxygen was thin and breathing was difficult.
But even if it could exchange gases to a limited extent, Klein was certain that this container most likely could not exchange his vomit out as well.
If he threw up now, it would not simply be a matter of it being blocked and splattering all over his face. He did not know how much longer he would be treated like this, nor where exactly the exchange site was.
If they failed to reach their destination and he was jostled and bumped along the entire way, his vomit would probably get smeared very evenly throughout the container...
At the thought of that, Klein's stomach churned again.
His heart tightened sharply. Klein hurriedly continued controlling his body. With barely any oxygen available through breathing, his face was nearly turning green from holding it in.
In fact, aside from the vomit above that was about to burst through the door, the situation below... had also reached the critical state of passing through the X Gate three times without getting out.
At this point, Klein did not even dare trust any of his farts.
However, perhaps because Klein had not eaten or drunk anything over the past day