The Hundred Years

Time, I truly do not understand it, especially here. When I first made it through a year here, I thought that the passage of time was the least of my worries. But I was wrong!

Time is my true enemy here. I can revive and get stronger, facing the beasts, monsters, and other horrors that awaited me in this realm. Yet time was something I was not truly prepared to face against. Here it won't kill my physical body, but my mind. My mind suffers. My thoughts crazed and confused.

Time changed me more than I expected. It hardened me, it destroyed me, and then it remade me. As I can't truly die here, all I can do is face what is happening to me head-on.

Honestly, it was the next ten years after I dealt with the monster tree that was the hardest because those were the years I was the clearest of mind. Those were the years I truly faced the brutality of time.

I continued to fight, grow stronger and die terribly over those first ten years. But eventually, I grew strong enough to regularly be able to survive against the B-grade monsters and beasts, and although I still couldn't defeat most monsters of that rank, I could survive.

I had also been able to finalize my spear. It is amazing and truly contributed to my current strength. It is heavy, though, weighing around eight-hundred pounds, and I wasn't able to wield it for the first few years.

Killed many beasts and died by double that amount. But I got stronger.

And then it was around the six-year mark that it started to weigh on my mind how alone I have been all this time. That is the year I started having full-blown conversations with myself. Or with corpses of monsters, I killed.

Though I hadn't gone full crazy yet. My mind was slowly breaking. And that's why it was tough because I could tell that I was losing it. I knew where I was heading, yet I didn't know what I could do for myself but let it happen and just keep pushing forward.

By this point, I have changed a lot physically, too, I have grown almost an entire foot, reaching nearly seven feet tall. My muscles bulging; not as big as a professional bodybuilder, but definitely like someone that goes to the gym often. Mainly because, after some point, the muscles stopped getting bigger and just became denser.

It was then, in my twelfth year, all alone and after all these painful suffering and deaths, that my mind finally shattered.

I started becoming incoherent in my self-conversations, completely forgetting about AGS. Just speaking gibberish constantly out loud or in quiet mutterings. Next came the absolute recklessness, or I started just relying on instinct instead of strategy or on my mind at all.

Started dying a lot more often in more brutal methods, but also killed a lot more monsters more brutally. Sometimes I had even started trying to eat the monsters before I killed them, tearing them into their flesh with my teeth.

I had gone fully feral at this point. Not knowing or realizing anything. Just turned into a beast, fully focused on survival. At least my basic instincts kept my spear, which also started to somehow grow stronger as it bathed in the blood of the monsters.

And then the rest became a blank spot in my memory, with only flashes of it occasionally coming back to me. Fifty years I was like that, a feral monster just like the rest of them out here.

My body became like one big scar tissue with how many I have littered about my now Greek god-like body, standing a little over seven feet tall.

But yes, eventually, my mind repaired itself or at least reset in some way. Time although a destroyer, is also a healer. And it didn't happen at once. I could just slowly start to feel my consciousness coming back to me. Maybe it was the repeated revivals or something else entirely, but I slowly came back to my mind.

This next year or so that I took to finally make it back was slow and agonizing to realize where I was and that fifty years left me as a feral beast.

I found myself in a vast desert, fighting hordes of large scorpion-like monsters that came in droves like a bee hive. My previous feral-like self just continued to fight like a madman tearing into them nonstop. From my memories, he had been fighting this horde of scorpions for two whole years straight.

It seems they reproduce quite fast, and with my beast-like mind in charge, it just never stopped fighting, never bothering to find a way out or to finish them completely. But with my mind coming back, I slowly started being able to influence my body.

Getting myself to start to move towards the scorpion's nest. As it seems, I have gotten quite strong, where these scorpions, even in their large numbers, are no match for my current self. But they are truly endless, so I start to guide my feral body towards where I believe their nest is.

And eventually, after having slaughtered my way through the tens of thousands of these C-grade monsters, I bring my feral body to what looks like a desert ant hill that towers nearly thirty feet in the air. Scorpions endlessly coming out of the hole at the top, stampeding towards me.

Then my body just slaughters his way through, slinging the spear in hand like a twig as he kills hundreds with a single swing.

Those next few days, I killed all the scorpions and the queen that was birthing them. A year later, my mind fully repaired itself, and I was back in control. Though I was far from good. I was still struggling with everything I was going through and the loneliness.

And only one way I knew on how to survive and not lose myself I again, which was to shut it all away. I decided to balance my feralness and my sanefullness and shoved away all the useless feelings and worries, and just focused on surviving these next nine hundred years.

Then another forty years passed, marking a hundred years.

I had grown strong enough to fight and defeat A-grade monsters. Though I still had a ways to go to reach the top of the food chain, and I was barely dying nowadays, I had finally reached a very strong level to where I could see the top. See where I needed to reach to fulfill my vengeance. Which is all that is driving me at this point. Vengeance is what is holding my fractured mind together.

Yet time is still my biggest foe that threatens my survival.