A Soulsborne's Traveler System

Chapter 6: The Deranged Hollow

'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Asylum Demon that fat bulbous retarded piece of shit! At least finish what you started you bastard, don't let me lay here in immense agony unable to even end myself. No homeward bones either, I can't even move my hands. The best part? Even if I could move my hands my weapon is in the other side of the damn room. And I can't even focus enough to summon my broken straight sword from my inventory either due to immense agonizing crippling pain.

(A few hours later)

< Your skill {Pain Tolerance lv.1} has leveled up! >

< {Pain Tolerance lv.1} -> {Pain Tolerance lv.2} >

I may have learned a horrifying fact about my undead physique over the next few hours of seemingly endless agonizing and crippling torture.

It seems like my cells don't regenerate themselves, at all. What that means is that regardless of how small the injury is, it won't heal without external stimulus. This means that I am stuck like this for the foreseeable future. And no matter how much time passes my condition won't get any better.

So yeah I'm fucked like this. And it seems like the asylum demon managed to hit just the sweet spot between landing a killing blow and a survivable one. Leaving me in a state where I am just before death's door but can't cross it. And it doesn't seem like I am dying by myself anytime soon.

And even though my pain tolerance skill leveled up I didn't get much more comfortable. Though the pain became a bit more tolerable it wasn't by much, so it still felt agonizing making me unable to properly focus on my thoughts.

(A few more hours later)

I should have slept. I should have slept. My torture became even more intolerable as I felt more and more sleepy yet unable to sleep due to the debilitating pain coming from my shattered bones and the fragments of those bones stabbing my insides. So along with my physical suffering, I also have to deal with extreme sleep deprivation. Speaking of physical suffering, any minute now...

< Your skill {Pain Tolerance lv.2} has leveled up! >

< {Pain Tolerance lv.2} -> {Pain Tolerance lv.3} >

Well on the bright side at least I am still grinding skills. And the level increase makes it a bit more tolerable, not by much mind you. But I guess the grind never stops, huh?

(Even more hours later)

< Your skill {Pain Tolerance lv.3} has leveled up! >

< {Pain Tolerance lv.3} -> {Pain Tolerance lv.4} >

Honestly? I didn't really have a proper perception of time right now. All I know is that it was sometime at night from the view of the broken ceiling of the Asylum Demons arena. So maybe a day has passed? It is very hard to focus on paying attention to the time when every moment feels like an eternity.

I was trying to distract myself from the pain and also pass time by talking to myself. I mean what else could I do here? Laying limp against the corner of the wall like a fucking bloody rag I did not have many choices of entertainment. So I just spent time giving mundane names to vases and pillars like James, Josh, Jake, Jamila, and such and imagined making conversation with my new roommates. I mean, it didn't help much but it was something, and keeping my brain active helped me from not going completely hollow.