I never could quite get used to the feeling of my mind slowly reforming, the pain was like nothing else I could describe, that is true but each time I'm thrust into that state of somewhat conscious but completely non functional brain it takes a toll on me.
Back on earth when the world was ending I had experienced more pain and sorrow than possibly anyone else had in all of history, both emotionally and physically. After all the deaths and regret I thought my mind was indestructible.
I was quickly shown that I had no idea how bad things could truly be.
I can't even count how many different ways I was executed. Burning, crushing, electrocuting, they even tried to destroy my soul once. Well that's what I think it was considering all I felt was my entire self being in... well soul wrenching agony. Didn't work clearly but was far from enjoyable.
I had found out quite a lot during this time however.
First, I seemed to truly be immortal, nothing could kill me. It didn't matter what they tried.
Second, my body seemed to always attempt to reform itself in a space I could actually occupy. If I got crushed to death for example, I would reform outside of the container somehow.
Third, I seemed to radiate a small amount of mana constantly. I noticed this after I had been trying to become good enough at sensing mana to actually 'hear' what these demons were saying. I inadvertently discovered that yes, contrary to thermodynamics I seemed to just generate mana out of nowhere. Not a massive amount mind you but it would still make Julius Mayer roll in his grave.
Fourth, while the immortality spell had initially wiped my old core and weave. I was now able to begin creating a new core and weave without any issue. It would even regenerate like the rest of my body if my body was destroyed.
This meant I was now able to begin making steady progress into constructing a weave. Normally you would create a core and use the powerful and self attuned mana to make this process significantly easier but I never got the opportunity to build up enough mana to properly start working on creating a core. Each time my body regenerated it seemed that any and all excess mana I had stored within my body would be gone.
I suspected my regeneration consumed vast amounts of mana to function, which also would be an explanation for why I was now able to passively simply generate mana even if I didn't understand how.
If the one who created the immortality spell was wanting true immortality then of course they would try to have it create infinite energy. Otherwise it wouldn't be true immortality because you would still die if your body didn't have enough energy to regenerate.
I was hoping I would be able to make enough progress on creating my weave so that I would be able to use it to begin siphoning mana from the air. It would be a bit slower than doing it the usual way and would also have to be remodelled once I did create my core but it was still progress and would allow me to make a core much easier with the increased speed I could gather mana.
Currently all my weave could do was store a miniscule amount of mana through my body and can make it travel a little bit faster and more efficiently. Nice to have sure but hardly did anything in its current state.
I had also noticed that my Immortality also seems to have weirdly taken any tan from my skin. I must have never noticed it before because I was either too dirty or it was too dark but my skin was incredibly pale, far too pale for my lack of exposure to the sun to explain. I didn't really care about it but it was yet another weird thing for my immortality to do.
I looked over at my roommate, I walked over to him and tried starting a fight. I had been doing this whenever I wasn't either making my weave or being killed.
I would have liked to think that I was trying to use it as training against a demon but he completely eclipsed me in every aspect, even with whatever he had around his core locking its strength.
Its physical prowess was so far above mine it was ridiculous but after such a long time here he didn't even fight back. I wasn't even able to give them a proper scratch after all, I was just an immortal fly. It was just going to wait for me to get bored of trying this.
In truth I was only attacking them to vent my anger, even if all it amounted to was being petty.
The wall opened up, the room didn't have any bars or a viable door but the wall just seemed to open up to allow people through.
'Lets see if I can guess what it'll be this time, they are going to drop me from outer space or something.'
They picked me up by the arms, I didn't resist but I also didn't cooperate, letting my body go limp as I turned my mind inwards towards, continuing to develop my weave. They used to beat me incessantly for this before but they had long gotten bored.
Pain had lost its substance ever since I became immortal but as time passed I was also starting to become numb to the pain as well. Fear and pain were both products of the mind after all, once I learnt how little they mattered I had begun to no longer care about it as much.
The light of the sun brought me out of my introspection. I looked around trying to understand what was happening, out in front of me I found what looked to be some kind of vehicle. It wasn't that big, no larger than a helicopter but its design was very odd. It didn't resemble anything I knew at all despite the fact I could easily identify it as a vehicle of some kind.
I was chained to a small compartment on the back and then a few seconds later the demon woman who had dragged me here closed the door, leaving me in complete darkness. They were clearly bringing me somewhere, some kind of new torture I was sure but this was the first time they had sent me somewhere else to do something like this.
For a moment I wondered how long I would stay here, in an endless cycle of torturous deaths. I would get out eventually, eventually I would get lucky enough for an opportunity to arise. The question is how long would that take.
'I could handle a few years but I'm immortal and if I get unlucky... this could last centuries.'
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The ride was surprisingly smooth, I knew now this was some kind of aerial vehicle, my comparison to the helicopter being more accurate than I would have guessed but the vehicle made no sound nor did it shake at all.
Once the door opened up I was dragged through what seemed to be some kind of city. The buildings were incredibly tall and with seemingly no regard to structural integrity. Every building looked to be some kind of art statement.
It was beautiful to look at, sadly however I never really was given any chance to fully appreciate it. Both because of the fact I was being roughly tugged along by what looked like some kind of military soldier and because of the massive crowd of demons in the surroundings.
These demons almost unanimously were male demons with greenish skin and tusk-like horns protruding from the side of their skull which dipped down around their jaw.
'Is gender for the demons based entirely on their race? How do they reproduce then? Hold on, is this some kind of parade? Wait, are they parading me?'
Behind me I sensed another ship which seemed to have another prisoner inside, they were being pulled along just like I was.
'Not just me then. I don't know what to think of this.'
I looked to one of the sides and for a moment I saw my reflection in the window.
I looked far different than I expected, not from any bruises or scars or anything. No, those would have all disappeared quickly.
I had snow white hair which almost glistened in the sunlight. I could maybe explain this by some kind of immortality combined with stress induced hair whitening both combining to make such a bright white hair, what I couldn't explain was my white iris.
Not only that I looked different too, I was still clearly myself but my face had changed. This combined with the pale skin I had meant I looked incredibly odd, I looked like a black and white photo.
'Why? For what possible reason could the immortality spell do all of this for. Did the inventor want to look like this?'
I didn't have any answers to my questions so I simply waited for them to take me wherever I was going.
Eventually after what felt like an eternity I was dragged onto an open clearing in the city. It was then that I realised that I was standing on a floating island and this was a clearing overlooking the edge of the island. On the edge itself were many soldiers and on the edge itself there was a decorated gap in the railings.
Looking past the railings I noticed that we were definitely not on the same floating islands as I had seen when I first time in this world.
How did I know this for certain?
The floating island was over a colossal dark void, far away I could see the edge but below the island was a lightless pit.
I knew what fate was about to befall me.
'Heh befall, because I'm going to be falling AGAIN.'
I joked about them dropping me from outer space earlier but for all I knew this was probably worse.
'No if they are doing this as an execution then it's definitely going to be worse.'
As I approached what could only be described as the platform next to the opening in the railing which I was almost certainly going to be dropped out of I considered what I should do.
Ehh might as well bring one with me. With that I suddenly jumped to my feet, no longer limping in these two demon's arms and slipped out of their arms and ran towards the opening in the railing.
The guards behind me were going to catch up in no time at all but in this brief moment I slammed into one of the demons standing guard right next to the opening in an attempt to push them down alongside me.
The man was as heavy as a motorbike despite the fact he looked like he weighed less than I did, despite that my reckless attack had actually worked. I was now falling alongside this demon.
'It's not much but I'll take one life with me.'
A moment later the demon started to fly, leaving me to fall into the endless black alone.
'Ah right, I forgot about that.'