One day had passed, Ares opened his eyes in the flesh room. His legs were fully healed. Confused and scared, he tries to find an exit.

'FUCK FUCK FUCK, What did I get myself into?!'

While he searched for the possible exit, his thoughts only went to his Earth life flashback.

Why did his Earth version's childhood memories also get into his flashbacks?

As he thought more and more, he had an epiphany. He recalled that on Earth, there were stories of people getting reincarnated in another world.

'That's it!! I'm probably one of those main character in those isekai stories!!"

'So this is why I have a habit of monologuing, I'm that anime main character.... probably.'

'I feel like I'm still myself, I don't feel like those isekai MCs.'

'Of course I do, this isn't a story. THIS. IS. REAL LIFE.'

'See what I did there? I tried sounding cool in a monologue. I think I'm becoming crazy.'

The thoughts of becoming crazy didn't sound good to him, so he stopped monologuing and tried to keep his sanity. But then....

KRIEEEK

The door opened, it was the woman who poured elixir to Ares's legs. But of course, he didn't know because he wasn't awake at the time.

"Come out."

"O-okay."

Ares walked out of the room and kept quiet. The woman had three bodyguards, they don't look big and scary. But somehow, they give the aura of strong people.

Ares, was a coward. The reason he liked spending time at home was that he was unsocial.

The reason he wanted to become a venturer, was so he could overcome his unsocial behaviour. But truthfully, his unsocial behaviour wasn't that bad.

And although it wasn't that bad, he thought that it was bad. It was one of his insecurities.

As he walked, he nervously asked a question to the woman.

"U-uhhh, where are we going?"

"Not far, just over that corner."

When he entered the room on the corner, he was shocked. There were hundreds of rings in that room.

Each of those rings had different designs. Awed by the designs of those rings, he tried touching one.

"Keep your filthy hands of off those rings!!"

The woman stopped his movement, she looked furious.

"Those rings are not for you. Now come here!!"

"Yes ma'am!"

They walked over to a shelf. The shelf contained plain looking rings. Some were even broken.

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

The woman then gave Ares one of the plain rings. Ares took the ring then asked in confusion.

"Umm ma'am, why not give me one of the beautiful rings?"

"Those rings are not meant for you, those are meant to be finished products. Yours would be a prototype."

"But why do I get the prototype?"

"Stop asking questions!!!"

The woman was infuriated. The person she talked to wasn't supposed to talk to her in the first place.

"Just be quiet okay??"

"...."

"Good."

They exited the room and went back to the original room. But the room was bigger, it seemed like it expanded.

What was more was that there were tools and other things in that room. Before, it was just empty. Now, it looked like a full on torture chamber.

Ares freaked by this, shivered. His eyes watered, nose runny, even his bladder almost bursted.

'Noooo, they're gonna torture me!!! God HELP ME!!'

But then, the woman told him what his life would become for the rest of his life.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will become our test subject. Do not worry, we will provide you food and a bed."

"!!!"

"Your tests will be daily. You will get used to it, so do not worry. For now, put on the ring."

Ares obeyed the woman and put on the ring. Coincidentally, the 'tomorrow' she mentioned was Monday.

The next day, his life turned one-eighty. He was tortured for 16 hours per day.

On Monday, he was boiled, burned, freezed by magic, and then healed by drowning in a pool of elixir.

On Tuesday, his skin was peeled, his mucles were carved, his hair was pulled by force, and then he gets healed with the elixir again.

On Wednesday, his limbs were cut off, his penis and testicles were cut off, his nose and ears were cut off, and then he gets healed again.

On Thursday, his bones were ripped out of his arms and legs, his insides were ripped out, his eyes and tongue were ripped out, and then he gets healed again.

On Friday, he gets poisoned with all sorts of poisons, he gets dipped in acid, and then he gets healed again.

On Saturday, his blood gets drawed out, his heart gets crushed, and then he gets healed again.

On Sunday, he gets drowned in water, liquid metal, poison, blood, urine and faeces, and then he gets healed again.

This was his routine, everyday. The only time he wasn't tortured was when he eats or when he sleeps.