CLEAVER OF SIN

Five days had passed since Asher turned eighteen years old, and during this time, he had done nothing but sleep, eat, and train.

Asher had nothing to do aside from these things, and he genuinely felt like he was going crazy, literally. Within these five long days, he had attempted to do anything even remotely fun... anything at all, but to no avail.

There was simply nothing.

His only option had been to enter the library, where he read up on Crymora, the surrounding Empires, and the wars that had once ravaged the world in olden times.

And yet, even after all that, Asher still felt an unbearable sense of boredom. Just because he had a perfect memory didn’t mean he was a lover of books. In truth, he only ever opened one, or even touched the spine of a book, when it was absolutely necessary.

At least during his time in the First Training Ground, there had been a sense of routine, of purpose. Wake up at dawn. Train relentlessly until nightfall. Retire to his chambers, bathe, eat, draw Astra from the surroundings, and then sleep.

It had been like clockwork. Predictable. Repetitive. But it worked. It gave him structure. It gave him direction.

Now? Now he woke up whenever he wanted. Trained whenever he wanted. Ate when he felt like it. And then... he had an obscene amount of free time on his hands.

Asher let out a long sigh as his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling above. He had long since lost count of the number of times he had cursed under his breath due to the absolute lack of technology in this world. At times, he even wondered how cavemen on Earth had survived during the Stone Age.

But in some twisted way, it made sense, they didn’t know what technology was. So they could never experience the void he now felt in its absence.