Crockta sat on his bed. The steel bars were too hard to be bent wide enough for him to pass through. But suddenly, he got an idea. What if he targeted another spot?0

He assessed the walls around him. Their rough surface gave them a sturdy look, but perhaps its interior belied its surface. It was possible this wall was constructed from malleable rock that could be carved away like the scene from that famous movie.0

“Let’s see…”0

Crockta stroked his chin. His escape strategy was simple. He planned to overpower all of them in an instant with his skills during the moment they took him out of his cell or during the actual execution.0

Crockta didn’t feel a sense of urgency because he was sure they wouldn’t stand a chance against him.0

But he was bored of just sitting still. He decided to do something about his imprisonment because the joy of attaining freedom multiplied through contemplation and repeated trials and failures.0

“There’s nothing appropriate.”0

There was only a bed inside the prison. It wasn’t a facility designed for long-term imprisonment and didn’t even have a bathroom. Crockta got up from the bed and looked underneath to examine its legs.0

‘Let’s try using that.’0

Crockta broke off one of the four legs of the bed. As Crockta’s huge hand grabbed and twisted it, the wooden leg easily broke off.0

Crack!0

Crockta began to scratch the wall with the sharp...0