Legendary killer's system

12. Hardship in the Darkness.

In what imagination could it be possible to be in darkness, to feel and truly be without any protection, to be alone?

For human beings, it's a punishment, or better known as hell. Hell isn't feeling the pain of the flames that burn and gnaw at you eternally.

Hell is feeling naked, empty, hopeless, with nothing, alone and in darkness, without ears, without eyes, without anything, forever.

That's hell.

And the situation Fred found himself in right now is almost the same as mentioned above.

Fred got up from the cold floor.

He had no eyes to see because wherever he looked there was no light, he had no ears to hear because where he was he couldn't hear anything, he had no mouth to speak, and even if he did, no one would hear him.

In this situation, Fred was clinging to what he knew and to what could truly help or guide him through this situation: The System.

"System System, where am I? What's going on? Where are you?!" he screamed, searching for answers.

Fred screamed and screamed until he was hoarse, and still hoarse, he continued screaming, but nothing appeared until words appeared, as if by telepathy, in his mind.

"Sir, welcome to the punishment dimension, a dimension oriented toward a hellish dungeon, filled with monsters and mysterious creatures that are extremely hostile toward you. The good thing about your situation is that you are immortal; the bad thing is that you feel hunger, thirst, pain, and emotions, and if you lose any part of your body every 10 days, it will grow back."

"Please bear in mind that you will have to adapt to the situation you find yourself in and try to survive because every time your head is destroyed, 100 additional days will be added to your time. Your body will rebuild itself perfectly, and the rewards will increase slightly. Good luck."

This came to him like telepathy, and Fred understood it clearly, but he was in extreme panic because he didn't understand how things had come to this.

He then continued screaming, this time with tears in his eyes, and no one and nothing listened or responded.

He was going crazy and felt like the time here was an eternity, and he was already starting to feel hungry.

"System, please, get me out of here, please! I'm hungry!" he begged, but no one heard him.

The time here was driving Fred crazy. He even started imagining things to entertain himself, but hunger and thirst kept pulling him out of his imagination.

Causing him to scream in chaos, he decided to walk around the place, but the more he walked, the more he felt like there was nothing; the despair was absolute, and nothing could compare to this.

He even thought it was better to experience death a thousand times than to spend even a second in this place.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!... GET THE SHIT OUT OF ME DAMN IT!!!!!!!"

...

1 week later.

It's been a while since Fred's been there. He's no longer aware of time, but every time he breathes, he wishes he'd die.

But he's no longer simply lying on the floor crying inconsolably; he's sitting cross-legged like a monk, adapting.

Because of his loneliness, Fred created a kind of personality, something twisted that guides him in the darkness.

"Fred... You can't defeat the darkness, that's why you must be the darkness... See what cannot be seen... Feel what cannot be felt... And end what cannot be ended."

He whispered in Fred's ear as Fred tried to see the unseen, and boy, was he succeeding.

He had all the time, and he wouldn't waste it; Fred learned to walk after falling hundreds of times.

He learned to see the impossible and remain calm in the face of it, despite the hunger that kept him awake and the thirst that wouldn't let him rest. He continued until he managed to adapt to his environment.

Fred knew he needed to survive, not out of hope but out of instinct, and he knew one of those obstacles was the monsters, and he prepared to kill them no matter the cost.

That's why he decided to move, guided by what he saw and heard.

...

Fred walked and walked, feeling the sharp stones on the ground and on the walls he touched. He listened and felt the cold that made him shiver, but he still kept walking.

The walk seemed endless, because everywhere he looked there were rocks and darkness. There was no hope, only pure instinct and the desire to eat anything, even shit, if it were near.

His steps were silent and cautious, and Fred listened to the sounds until something caught his attention: a sound and a creature he could barely see or hear.

And this creature watched him, but instead of being safe, it saw prey and went after it. This monster had the body of a bear but was larger than 3 meters, and its claws were bigger than a sword and sharper than a saw.

Seeing this creature approaching at full speed, Fred felt fear, a terrible fear, so he tried to run, but it was too fast, clinging to survive, Fred tried to dodge the beast's claws, but he emerged almost unharmed.

Except for his arm, which was instantly severed, the beast went after him, devouring him in one bite, feasting on him.

For anyone, this would have been disgusting, and it was, but instead of feeling fear, Fred felt a deep resentment, and this gave him the courage to face this beast.

Fred began frantically punching the wall; his hands were bleeding, but he didn't stop until he managed to break it a little and remove a sharp stone embedded in it.

He ran toward the bear-like monster and climbed on top of it, quickly climbing its body. Then, using the sharp stone, he drove it into its neck, causing it to lose control and begin to move, fighting for its life. But Fred wouldn't let him and continued frantically pounding the sharp stone until the monster fell dead.

Once Fred landed on top of the monster's body, he held the stone in his hand and began to cut the monster's skin, eating it, even drinking its blood to quench his thirst.

(End of chapter)