Never Ending Journey: Monster of the Shinobi World

That time a monster got transported into the Shinobi World!

[1st PoV]

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the light.

Endlessly drifting in this eternal VOID.

I can’t do much, seeing as I have almost no Spiritual Energy (SE) left to spare. And to make things worse, in this place just to put a number on it, I can only regenerate 2 SE per decade. Yeah, you heard that right—per decade. That’s barely 0.01% of my total reserves.

But first, what is Spiritual Energy?

Simply put, it's the life force within every living thing. Even plants have it. It's the energy that powers everything.

I have no idea who came up with that bland name, but whatever—I didn’t bother changing it. Honestly, it’s more fitting to call it Divine Energy, considering it originates from the God of everything, the CREATOR of all things.

Back to what I previously stated, it does sounds small ain't it? In actuality, it isn't.

You see, I’m a special case. Because in the VOID, nothing can—or should—survive. Except me.

Why, you ask?

Simple. I can’t die.

Want me to explain why? Sorry, imaginary audience I might be hallucinating—nobody’s got time for that.

Anyway, the VOID doesn’t have any restrictions on regenerating SE. Why? Because nothing can exist here in the first place—not even spiritual energy. After all, NOTHING can ever live here.

The only reason I can regenerate anything at all is thanks to my ability to create and generate my own energy reserves, like some primary producer in an ecosystem.

"Guess I’m a plant now," I mused to myself.

…

To explain why I’m regenerating only 2 SE, I need to mention the... THING inside me.

It’s more of a CURSE that was dumped onto my existence. It’s tied to why I can’t die, but more importantly, it’s what drains the majority of my Spiritual Energy. Around 91% of my SE is constantly used to fuel this curse, which, in turn, keeps me from losing my “Existence License,” so to speak. Yeah, it’s a bummer.

Another 8% is dedicated to keeping myself in check, preventing my darker, more chaotic self from taking over and making me lose all rationality. The remaining 0.99% is used to maintain the energy container I created long ago—my failsafe—to protect it from being eroded and wiped out by the VOID.

Turns out my contingencies were useful after all.

That leaves just 0.01% of my total reserves available for regeneration—2 SE per decade. It doesn’t sound like much, and it wasn’t at first. But over the ages, I’ve filled that container. It may seem like bad news to anyone else, but after almost an eternity here—precisely a number with 789 zeroes—I’ve become mentally unbreakable. Insanity? I’ve been there.

At this point, I’ve stockpiled enough Spiritual Energy in that container to create and sustain an entire Universe.

A fitting comparison, considering the spell I’ll need just to escape.

…

With a quiet chuckle, I return to the present, focusing on the raw energy bubbling within me, my CURSE locked in a constant battle with the VOID, fighting to keep me anchored to existence.

I didn’t mention it before, but my survival here relies on a brutal process: the VOID and the CURSE take turns annihilating my body at the molecular level, only for the CURSE to regenerate me, just in time, before the VOID reaches my very soul. This happens faster than a nanosecond—though, technically, TIME doesn’t exist here.