Possessing Nothing Novel (쥐뿔도 없는 회귀)

Chapter 28 - The Mountain of Mush

Mush.

The god of suffering and penance. The person who wants something after hardships, goes to the Mountain of Mush. It was up to the freedom of trainee for what penalty he or she wanted. Some didn't take any penalties, while some did.

But the result was the same. With or without penalty, Mush brought hardships to the trainees and the trainees would suffer through them.

There were 3 ends.

Give up and leave.

Win and take the reward.

Fail to survive and die.

Every day was hell.

Sungmin opened his eyes. His body was heavy. He had slept a long time... but his mind was heavy as well. It made a sense of tiredness. Sungmin's heaviness was pertaining to his mind as well.

"F*ck."

His curses were getting better. If he didn't curse, he felt that his terrible state wouldn't get better. As a hardship, he thought that Mush would give the hardships.

But no, didn't the priest say to Sungmin before coming here? They will give nothing, no food, no drinks, no shelter.

That is true. Surviving on this mountain itself was a hardship. It was... cruelty. Too cold at night and too hot during the day. He did get the cape from Jack, but it did nothing to help him from the cruel hot and cold of the mountain.

Sungmin wrinkled his face and opened his pocket. He still had enough bread and water. But he couldn't survive with just that.

Sungmin was going to live on this mountain for 2 more years. The trainees took hardships and suffered. The reward that Mush gave increased by how much time they stayed.

He had heard about the mountain many times before, but he had never actually been there. He thought there was no reason to. It was hard enough surviving as a mercenary, and living itself was a hardship.

There was a simple reason why he came. There was no reason to go to Behengeru, and there wasn't a place where he could easily train. If he wanted to, he could have stayed in Jack's inn for another 2 years.

But if he did, there wasn't really hope that he would gain something.

It was a gamble. He didn't know what he would get from this mountain. There were no rumors in his past life. He heard of people who went in, but he didn't remember the people who came out.

'It's up to me.'

It was different from the opportunities that he was looking for. The Mountain of Mush wasn't something that could be gotten easily. Hardships must be suffered in order for the reward.

He picked up the bread.

It was a feast when compared to death.

He attempted to practice his spear techniques with his heavy body. He tried to practice the basics of ran, na, and zhe, and the steps of the High Heavens. But his body and spear were heavy. He would have to use his inner strength to keep up.

So he became tired easily.

I'm tired.

Sungmin breathed hard. Maybe he picked the wrong penalties, he thought, but it was too late.

After a week.

He still wasn't used to the food. He thought that he would get used to it after a week, but he was stupid.

"Stupid Mush."

He didn't know that bad taste would have so many categories. Every time he ate, he retched. Every time he drank, he retched.