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Ten days passed.
Cold stone walls, dim lighting, quiet atmosphere. These three things became my companions while in this isolation room. As with other isolation rooms, there was no one I could chat with from behind the metal doors.
During this week, no one came to visit. The person I recognized coming over was an arm carrying an iron tray with food on it for me.
I even know the schedule that should be the meal schedule. 9 am, 12 noon and 6 pm. Three meals a day with a relatively small portion of food, maybe they are helping me to go on a forced diet.
Everyday, I only think of ways to increase my level. Fight with demons and earn EXP points which are useful for increasing my level points. Apart from that, I also occasionally think of ways to usurp the position of ruler of the throne in Camelot.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of footsteps coming from behind the metal door. I was confused to hear it, because breakfast time had passed a few minutes ago.
