My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 37.2

Thanks For The Dungeon

In the afternoon, I work out in the front room of the dungeon.

The current situation where the amount of effort leads to results is ideal. To achieve this, I always want to keep room for growth. So, as a result of trying to put a load on my body by devising various ways, I ended up with an incomprehensible muscle training called "one-handed handstand push-up".

However, by holding the arms open or closed, the center of gravity changes drastically, and the core, rather than the muscles, is strengthened tremendously. That's amazing.

After that, I bind my limbs with the skill [mucus]. I don't mean I have to huff and puff by tying myself up. No, I do huff and puff, but not in a sexual way.

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The ropes made of mucus connected to the walls of the dungeon.

In other words, it is like tube training. The highly viscous, rubbery mucus rope connects the limbs to the wall and acts as a load when you try to punch or kick.

"Gugu~! (Un~n) mmm~! (Uny~n)"

Yes, today is a muscle-strengthening day. I'm going to work out with a load so hard that I feel a tingling pain in the muscles I've put my strength into. The tingling pain is the pain of muscle fibers being torn by the load. However, when these are repaired, they're repaired thicker and stronger to withstand the load better.

This is the secret to muscle hypertrophy, super recovery. To ensure this phenomenon occurs in the muscles, I train my body carefully so as not to injure them too much and cause serious injuries.

"Hahhahfu~~!"

I'm lying down on a body that is on fire and tired. It's a cool down. But lying directly on the dungeon floor is too cold and hard. The place to lie down is a simple base I set up in the front room of the dungeon.

It is just a base made of cardboard, but I like it. So I decided to call this base "Oya-san". I don't think there's a better name for a healing spot than this one.

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As I lay there quietly, I could feel my heart pounding and blood rushing through my body. The pulse is so strong that it's hard for my ears to hear the sound.

Suddenly, as I rest my body, I reflect on what has happened to me. I have a lovely girlfriend. My body has become strong. The food was delicious, and I could earn enough money to eat my favorite meals anytime I wanted without hesitation.

All of this happened because our refrigerator became a dungeon.

"Thank you, Dungeon. You've made a big difference to me."

I look up at the pale blue ceiling of the dungeon and say thank you. It doesn't mean anything will change, but it's a matter of feeling.

The blue-white light of the dungeon ceiling shines on me as usual.