The Ageless Syndrome

Floating high above the ground, Asher stared at the countless monsters as they continued to pour into the land. His mind was clouded. It had been contaminated. With his very foundation broken... again.

This damned place!

First, it was his unlimited regeneration, then the seizing of his ability, before they were completely devoured, and now... No, Asher's way of life shouldn't be shaky because of such a trivial matter. Was it never stable in the first place?

The uncountable years he had spent on that place learning how to act human, all those experiences, all those lives he had seen come and go. He had seen the lives of those he'd known pass by and eventually have to deal with the brittle reality of mortals.

So, who the hell cares about this bunch of nobodies with meager lifespans? He could do a lot of things with their tiny souls, and put them to a much better use.

However...