Chapter no.6 Mysterious Murals

Food was given at the same time once a day.
7 - 12 hours after I woke up, a weird symbol would glow causing a small window to open by the door with the food being delivered.
There wasn't an actual set time rather it was as if the person delivering the food was procrastinating with the task or the distance between where I was kept and where they were, took some time to cover.
It was just me guessing at this point.
The quantity of the food given to me was enough for a person can barely survive for a day.
The food also tasted different every day but one common thing was the taste of pork and hot spices.
Whatever food was mixed, these two were always included.
That meant that it was easy for the personnel here to get pork and hot spices.
'A place rich in pigs and hot spices.'
There were a lot of places like that in the world much to my limited knowledge but the nearest place that had a lot of spice farms from where I previously stayed would be the Sichuan Province
It also made sense that the group that imprisoned me here was planning something to avoid the eyes of others and with the amount of land used for farming, it was easy to see why they would choose the Sichuan Province if these people wanted to avoid the authorities but if what I had heard back then is true then why go through all this trouble, why not just pay those greedy fat pigs to look the other way?
But what if these people were fanatics that killed in the name of some supposed God and the acts they would commit were so atrocious and inhumane that they couldn't afford to catch the authorities' attention?
I bit my lip as I tried to calm myself down.
I tried to tell myself that I was just paranoid. I was just stuck in the plane of existence between life and death and after I cross this plane, I will find myself in another world with a harem of beautiful women with no personality at all where I could dominate all my enemies and save the world!
( ~ Slap ~ )
'Ok, I needed that.' I told myself as I rubbed my cheek but suddenly a stinging feeling pulled my attention to my lips.
While I couldn't see anything.
I could feel the blood moisten my lips, yet I felt no pain.
Great, looks like I finally lost my teenager's angst to feel pain.
Even with all the jokes, I couldn't help but feel a fit of even great anger towards those who imprisoned me here.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to suppress my fury.
Feeling anger is in no way beneficial in this situation.
I had to figure out as much information as possible and use it to my advantage.
And the only thing that could give me something would be those strange murals on the walls.
Hoisting myself up, I placed my hand on the wall behind me and began to search.
Those murals were hidden behind layers of moss so should I start tearing them away?
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Time didn't stop for anyone. Time never waited for anyone or anything. No matter how many times we get the opportunity to do something, only time will be able to tell the outcome. That's how it is.
That's why choices were important. Very important. You can never go back on your choices. Even if time were to be a piece of human perception and a social construct or an illusion we created for ourselves; you can't help the nagging feeling that time is slipping away slowly, right beneath your fingertips... Can you?
Time passed or did it? I couldn't tell in this place.
I guessed that I have been trapped here for at least four months by the amount of food I was given.
Whoever delivered the food was either a quiet person or I wasn't just cute enough to get catcalled.
The small window was just mechanically opened once a day with the weird symbol as an indicator and supplied me with " food " if you could even call it that
At first, I felt the limit of my mental powers because I couldn't talk to anyone for four months and was isolated in a dark space alone but finding out what these hidden murals meant kept me busy.
While I couldn't decipher what the murals truly meant since I couldn't see by scraping off the moss layers and feeling the murals. I concluded that the language written on these walls had 26 unique shapes to them which made me sigh in relief since the Teutonic language, which I learned from borrowing and keeping books that people would throw in the dump, also had 26 alphabets.
Which gave me hope that I could understand this language or that I could hopefully understand what the murals were trying to say.
While it was a daily occurrence, the light of the window opening allowed me to glimpse at the murals. It depicted some kind of fruit that resembled an apple and other things that I also interpreted as food.
Even though I couldn't read it, I interpreted that what was happening to me wasn't the first, it had happened before but the question remained what happened to the guy who was here before me who drew these murals?
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More and more time on these murals, the more I felt that I was slowly losing my insanity.
There were times that I began talking to the walls in particular the murals as if they were a person.
After asking and answering by myself on behalf of Wilson the mural, I wondered if I had lost it.
Damnit, I didn't even create my religion even after losing my mind.
Other than my existential dread of losing my insanity. After a week or two or three, I had fully linked each letter of the murals that I had felt with my touch to the Teutonic alphabet.
With that, I began to decipher murals one letter at a time.
The next few days or weeks, I couldn't tell felt as if time had stopped here.
With my insanity moving closer and closer, I chose was to move. I walked along the wall in a narrow space of three or more in all directions. I walked and walked and walked until I collapsed from exhaustion then I tried to understand what the murals meant.
Even though I couldn't understand what the murals meant, I could understand one thing; calluses are a pain in the ass, with all the walking I had started to do to keep me entertained calluses had formed on the soles of the feet, and little by little muscle started to form in the legs but the hunger that followed was brutal like the fights between ugly people, unfortunately, they don't have much to lose.
The food given once a day was insufficient. So I scraped up the walls and ate moss. Day in and day out, I survived the numbing hellish taste of death. Oh, great my teen angst is back.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
My whole body was soaked with sweat as a routine had formed I would wake up eat moss like the controlling sheep of society and roam the narrow space all day long. Thanks to this, I now have some muscle in my legs which wasn't saying much. Maybe I could outrun the people who trapped me here; now, how am I supposed to escape?
When the leg muscles had gained some strength, I contemplated doing some upper-body exercises. But soon after I decided on push-ups. Thank whatever deity that was seeing this for allowing me to beg outside a martial art school so I at least knew how to exercise. So my time now is split into walking, push-ups, and failing to understand what the hell those murals are trying to say.
The push-ups cause me as much pain as the first time I walked.
At first, just doing ten repetitions made me out of breath. But as I endured the pain and continued trying, the number of repetitions increased day by day.
In the blink of an eye, a few months passed like that.
Although I couldn't see it with my own eyes, I felt that my body had changed quite a bit.
With the lack of nutrition, I was still skinny, but it was not just the skin that was covered like before, but strong muscles under the skin; I hope.
I had to put in a lot of effort and it helped a lot by diverting my mind from the burden formed by isolation.
Everything aside there was another change.
It was my eyes.
My eyes began to adapt to this awful darkness.
I didn't know when it started or how; maybe it was the moss, but little by little the landscape around him slowly came into his eyes. It might just be distinguishing shapes and lines, but it was still great progress.
I was satisfied with at least being able to stop being blind.
The underground space I saw with these eyes was desolate and depressing as I expected. There was not a single piece of furniture in the square space but there were a lot of murals not only on the walls but all on the ceiling and the floor which made me wonder, why didn't I feel them before but I chalked it up to my accursed sanity, why would someone use the floor to draw?
On one side, the feces and feces excreted that I had accumulated and gave off a foul odor. Well, it didn't take much genius to find out why but the surprising thing was unidentified insects that gathered to eat the feces.
How did these insects get here?
Was there some kind of hole they crawled into from? Because I never heard a single buzz of their wings until now.
Damnit, at least I had some company now in this place ..... after my feces.
Yep, I have finally lost my mind.