"Splash—"
Damp...
Cold...
Thrown suddenly into the water, as Klein's consciousness gradually returned, the first things that became clear were these vivid, undeniable sensations.
Fortunately, he was already a Marionettist. One more step and he would enter the high sequences. Even if physical constitution was not his strong suit, soaking in seawater for a while would not be enough to ruin him.
Besides, after all this time living at sea, if nothing else, Klein felt that when it came to swimming, he could at least call himself a Little White Dragon of the waves.
His arms had completely given out during the earlier escape. Relying only on the remaining strength in his legs, he struggled to stand in the water, wiped the water from his eyelids against his shoulder, and examined his surroundings.
It really was a Water Dungeon. He still remembered the voices he had heard before passing out, but walls surrounded him on all sides. He could not tell whether there were guards above just by looking.
A so-called Water Dungeon was really just a pool, with little water—only reaching a person's waist or abdomen—
Those imprisoned inside would neither float nor drown, yet they could neither sit nor lie down. Otherwise, their whole bodies would be submerged. They could only remain standing or lean against the walls.
Furthermore, the water in a Water Dungeon was mostly stagnant. Even if it was replaced, it would not be changed often. It could contain all sorts of bacteria and filth, leading to infection and illness.
This kind of cell might be torturous for an ordinary person, but for him, Klein could only say... whoever had come up with this method probably did not understand the Fool pathway.
After adjusting his breathing for a while and easing the discomfort of having