He felt that constantly drawing dark energy was a good thing for him, not bad, but the unknown still frightened him. Moreover, the fact that the dark energy absorption, which he could initially stop at will, was getting out of control made him even more tense. While in this state, the pain he felt seemed to have reached a limit. It was also slowly starting to subside. Like a wave receding after the tide, the pain seemed to be withdrawing from his body.
However, this situation did not completely relieve Victor. It was as if all his energy was being drawn out of his body along with the pain. While his body continued to pump adrenaline to adapt to the constant pain, this decrease in pain also confused his body about how to react.
In this state of high stimulation, while his body had adjusted to remain constantly awake and alert, the receding of the pain but the brain still being forced to stay awake put even more pressure on Victor's already tense spirit. In this state, Victor felt much worse than before. It was as if he had been awake for 10 days but was still not allowed to sleep, his entire mind tensely held in place by force.
This constant absorption of dark energy continued for several minutes. But finally, Victor felt the drawn energy slowly begin to decrease. Throughout all this time, Victor maintained his clear consciousness with bloodshot eyes and a layer of sweat covering his entire body. However, he was forced to watch his own body in this state, more out of compulsion than his own will.
When the absorption of free dark energy in the air completely dissipated and the blood seed fully stabilized, the tension that had been building in Victor's soul for so long suddenly erupted. At that moment, Victor's brain automatically shut down, and Victor fell into a coma. Even in this comatose state, his body continued to tremble and react like a patient with epilepsy. It seemed that a long time would have to pass for his body to return to normal.
Just before falling into a coma, Victor seemed to vaguely see the shadow of something in the blood seed, but his brain shut down before he could understand what it was. He was already in no state to think about anything, and perhaps he was hallucinating, but none of this mattered anymore. Victor's brain suddenly shut down, and his body lay sprawled across the bed, half slumped and half lying down. It was uncertain when he would wake up from this state.
When Victor opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the third day. His legs ached incredibly because he had fallen backward while cross-legged. Blood was not flowing to some areas of his legs, and it seemed it wouldn't be long before he couldn't feel them at all. Besides this, his body smelled terrible because he had been sweating the entire time.
Due to the intensity of the pain, his body had gone into a lot of spasms. Because of this, there was no part of his body that didn't ache, starting from his legs. Some parts ached, and he couldn't feel others at all. His body was in a very strange state. Moreover, even his ears ached, from areas of his body with no muscles. However, this pain was more like muscle pain and was nothing compared to the pain he had experienced while the blood seed was forming. The pain he endured and the test of will he underwent had, in a way, raised his pain threshold considerably.
Victor slowly tried to stand up. However, even standing up in this state was a separate ordeal for him. He failed to stand up several times. He fell, got up, took a short break, adjusted his body, and tried again. Finally, he managed to stand up with trembling knees, but he still couldn't stand for long and sat back down on the bed. He remained sitting for about half an hour, rubbing and warming every part of his body with his own hands, trying to activate his muscles. When he felt well enough, he slowly tried to stand up again and finally managed to stand up properly, although this stance was also relative. His posture was still shaky. He walked back and forth in the room several times, trembling. This walk was initially step by step and took a very long time, but he slowly warmed up his body for about half an hour. With this walk, he finally felt that his legs were sufficiently loosened, and he could at least walk somewhat normally.
Now he could finally turn his attention from this terrible state to another terrible thing on him: his smell. Sleeping with a layer of sweat for several days made him smell like he had come out of a garbage dump, and it gave him incredible discomfort. Even in this village life, Victor valued his cleanliness. He knew that cleanliness was the reason why most of the old people had died. Being dirty, which was never the case for him normally, gave him extra discomfort.
He quickly took off his clothes. Victor threw himself into the bathroom without lingering any longer. He was impatient to clean himself. He scrubbed every part of his body several times for half an hour. Each time, he didn't feel clean enough, so he scrubbed himself again and again. Finally, when he decided he was clean, a considerable amount of time had passed. He was able to get out of the bathroom after a long time. Afterward, he put on his clean clothes and opened the windows to air out his room. When the windows were opened, he realized once again how bad the air in the room actually was.
However, when he looked out the window, it was morning, and morning meant his daily routine. Now he had to embark on a new daily routine tour. But he suddenly felt a void regarding the routine. He stood there for a few minutes and thought. Due to the mass of information and the fact that he had now taken the first step on the extraordinary path, he needed to create a new daily routine.
When he was an ordinary person, this daily routine was not bad for him, but it would no longer meet his needs. However, before creating this new routine, the thought that he needed to check the gains he had acquired through the pain he endured finally occurred to Victor.
He went to sit back on his bed, but the bed smelled terrible because he had been lying on it in a terrible state for 3 days. He took off all the bedding and started stuffing it into the stove along with his clothes. It was clear that these things would no longer benefit him. He filled the stove and burned everything, and just then, his stomach rumbled.
Although he had just realized it, 3 days of hunger and thirst had left his body quite weak. If he hadn't absorbed so much dark energy and his body hadn't strengthened to a certain extent, perhaps these 3 days would have completely failed his body. For a normal person, 3 days was already the limit for dehydration. However, Victor was not in a normal state even before he fell into a coma. He was already in a terrible state, and on top of that, he hadn't taken anything into his body for 3 days.
Victor decided to postpone the control and would eat first. He felt his body was alarming him and that he had too many deficiencies. He took out his usual mushrooms and started frying them. Meanwhile, he was incredibly thirsty for some reason and kept drinking water constantly.
He quickly fried his mushrooms and started eating them rapidly. He was quite excited about the gains he would check and therefore ate very quickly. However, the first pan of fried mushrooms didn't even come close to satisfying him. When he ate three times more than usual, he finally started to feel somewhat full. Victor dismissed this situation as his body's normal reaction to stress, but he wasn't even aware that the time he was in a coma had reached 3 days.
After Victor was full, he sat cross-legged on the empty wooden bed. He completely focused his mind on the location of his heart. He no longer had the feeling of dominating his entire body, and he couldn't see everything clearly. Everything was blurry except for the new organ in the location of his heart, and the new organ was perceived as a sensation. However, the moment he focused his attention inside this organ, a bucket-sized void became fully visible. The semi-virtual state completely fascinated him. Just like the information in his mind, this organ did not cause any difficulty in his blood flow. In fact, he only felt its presence when he focused on this organ. This feeling was very different. He now had the feeling of being in another creature's body.
When he gave his full attention to the inner area of the blood seed, that feeling of pain and the fruit of the test of will had manifested. He felt that enduring that pain was absolutely worth it. He looked at the inner area of the blood seed again. The inner boundaries of the blood seed were quite distinct, and its size made him quite happy. However, the moment his attention shifted from the boundaries and size of the seed area to something else, he was astonished.
Because he had seen something in the middle of the seed area that shouldn't have been there. Before falling into a coma, he seemed to vaguely see the shadow of something, but he hadn't taken it seriously. Because he was in a terrible state at the time, and it would have been quite normal to hallucinate in that state.
But finally, this thing was real and continued to float in the inner area of the blood seed as it was. Victor was now aware that he was not hallucinating. His mind was quite clear. However, he was still in a strange mood.
Because this strange thing was a dilapidated, worn-out fishing boat with countless holes all over it. If someone in the seaside town outside saw this fishing boat, they wouldn't be interested at all; perhaps they would even use its wooden parts for burning. A normal person wouldn't even look at this boat. But the location of this old, worn-out fishing boat indicated that it was no ordinary thing.
Victor began to examine this dilapidated boat. However, he couldn't find anything strange about it. Perhaps the strange thing was the boat itself.
Victor's attention was distracted at this point, and he drifted into other thoughts. According to the novels, this boat should have been his golden finger. In fact, the reason he came from his previous life to this one must have been this boat. But all of this seemed like nonsense to him because he never remembered seeing such a boat in his past life. In fact, he was sure he hadn't seen it.
Perhaps the golden finger part could be true. But this boat looked so old, worn out, full of holes, and terrible that he couldn't think of anything about how the boat could be a golden finger. It was unknown what kind of ability the boat would have. Even if this ability was strong, the state of the boat made him even more depressed about the ability. However, Victor eventually thought that having the boat was better than not having it at all.
He shook his head and focused his attention back on the boat itself. The boat looked quite small in the bucket-sized void inside the blood seed. It looked like a kind of miniature toy. Looking at its exterior, its color was black, and this blackness initially seemed to be a true dark black, but over time it gave the impression that its color had faded. Moreover, the hull was in one piece, and it looked as if it had been carved from the trunk of a tree. However, he had no idea what kind of tree this trunk was from. The boat actually had a strange aesthetic beauty if it wasn't in such a worn-out and hole-filled state, but its terrible condition ruined all its beauty. There also seemed to be a separate compartment in the boat, but what was inside was not visible. Perhaps he would be able to see what was inside this compartment when he could truly control the boat.