Im back to writting and if anyone is still hoping that I would continue this fic. i'm sad to say that I dont have any plans to in th foreseable future.
Anyways, on a lighter note please consider giving my new fiction, and this fictions spiritual successor a read and follow if you enjoy it.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/27589/i-just-want-a-break-from-this-stupid-tower
Thankyou for reading this years ago, and good bye :)
I'll be copy pasting the Fictions first chapter here only so that it would count as a chapter and also a quick read for anyone who might be interested
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My mind.. my soul... They're tired...
Even when my body continues to move forward I’ve become exhausted mentally from years of never-ending stress...
Of course, I cannot express such emotions. The moment that some of my emotions manage to leak out, that thing cuts it off... after all a hero doesn't need to feel emotions, a hero only needs to continue marching forward, swinging his sword at Humanity's enemies.
I’m tired.
As morbid as it’d sound, I've tried to take my own life several times before...
but it keeps stopping me... Preventing me from getting what I want...My body is too tough to die and even when I’m asleep it keeps me safe from danger.
At one point I thought that after all of this I would finally be free... finally, be happy.
I had friends helping me through my journey, but even they were eventually left behind by the hero that was growing stronger every second.
The more time passes the more I realize that I’m no longer human... at least not in a conventional way.
I no longer need to sleep, eat, or even piss. My entire body has been made into a perfect machine to climb the tower...
What floor was I on again..? Three hundred? Four? I can't remember..
what I do remember is I’ve long passed the last human settlement in the tower. All that I've found are demons, and ruins of previous civilizations.
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Demons... That's what the humans of this world call them- to me they just look like humans with horns and different skin, even in a fantasy world like this discrimination is still a thing.
Apparently, Demons originally lived in Gaia along with all the other races, but their king who was an all-powerful wizard tried to become a God himself made this tower with his near-limitless magical power making a pseudo alternate world.
The gods that saw this felt threatened by the king's powers that were slowly creeping up to near godlike levels and decided to stop him once and for all, banishing the king's soul to the void where nothing, not even gods could exist.
And as a warning banished the king's entire race into the tower that he made along with their empires riches.
At first, that was the purpose of the tower, a prison for the Demon race, but not long after, the Gods got bored and played cruel games with the tower's inhabitants.
They summoned unthinkable monsters that would wipe out the world outside the tower numerous times just to see the Demons cower in fear... but they didn't, they fought back the waves of monsters and grew stronger, using that new gained strength to climb the tower that they were imprisoned in... but where there’s power there’s greed, and some of the Demons decided to climb down the tower instead, eventually reaching bottom-most floor that leads to the outside world.
The moment they stepped out they met fierce resistance against the now highly religious people of Gaia that were taught from birth that the Demons were the enemy and must be eliminated... and so they fought.
This war lasted for years until the humans were pushed back into their capital cities, the demons who grew in strength due to the tower overwhelming the humans and their allies with brute strength.
Desperate, the humans prayed to their gods for help... and this is where I come in... Well, my predecessors at least.
The heroes were God's solution to the demon crisis, they would summon those with powerful souls from other worlds and bless them with tremendous strength.
Each god sent a representative to help push the demon race back to the tower, even the god of death and pestilence had one albeit being a bit twisted due to their patron’s personality
Even with their tremendous god-given strength it still took years of fighting to finally push the demons back into the tower, finally ending the decades-old war.
And now we’re here, nearly 30 years after the war where the humans have started sending heroes and adventurers into the tower to gain riches and power all under the guise of “reclaiming” lost land from the demons.
I’m sick of climbing..sick of fighting.. sick of.. people. I just want this to end...
As I say that I’m met with a giant of a man- er, demon. It looks like they've given up on sending their armies to fight me and instead decided to send in the elite to try and stop me.
Just from his horns that twisted around his head with a black luster, I could tell that he was strong... at the very least stronger than anyone I’ve faced before.
As I raise my sword I let out one more exhausted sigh... Here we go again.