Several days had passed since he was swallowed by the demonic sand worm, without a way to escape. He had flown within the worm, looking for a way out, but couldn't find any. He lacked a sword or any weapon at all—everything stored in his inventory had already corroded. He felt like giving up, but he couldn't, knowing full well how important Apocalypse was. Every day, he flew around within the demonic sand worm, searching for an opening until he ran out of stamina or reached his playing limit, logging out, eating, and resting. The next day, he logged in and continued the process. Mentally, he was exhausted, continuing only by sheer willpower.