[Notice: This chapter title is purely fictional and does not reflect or promote any real-life actions or themes. It is used within the context of the story only.]
Kang Min sat on the floor of the dark chamber.
He was still breathing heavily.
He looked at his hands. They were white because of the frostbite. The skin was hard. He did not feel his fingers.
This was a common result of entering high-level Fables while his current body was low level.
He stood up and walked toward the center of the chamber.
There was a stone altar there. It was covered in a layer of thin ice.
'There is a loop on how to actually acquire this sword.
I only found this out after many attempts in my previous life. 97 deaths.
That is how long it took to understand the logic of this place.'
Kang Min looked at the wall behind the altar.
There were metal chains hanging from iron hooks. They were thick and were covered in smooth silver and frost.
