Five minutes later…
The moment the clock hit 11:37 AM, a mini earthquake suddenly shook the ground around me. Just like last time, the swirling blue lightning portal would appear before me, dragging me in with the force of a powerful black hole. Sure enough, a couple of seconds later, the portal materialized in front of me. And with that... the horror began.
RUMBLE!
“Ah, fuck!!! Fucking hell!!!”
No matter how hard I resisted, the portal’s powerful suction was overwhelming. It felt like an invisible hand grasping at me, pulling me in with relentless force. I fought against it, straining every muscle, but before long, the swirling chaos consumed me entirely, swallowing me whole as if I were nothing more than a speck of dust in its voracious grip.
In the same way as last time, I was dragged through a tunnel-like wormhole. Disorientation hit me instantly—my body felt both stretched and compressed, while blinding lights and swirling colors flashed by. The sensation of motion was exhilarating and terrifying, even though this wasn’t my first time experiencing it.
Alright, you blue alien scum! Brace yourselves—I'm coming for you!
Okay, now let’s be real: chances are I probably won’t make it out alive. The odds are stacked against me, and I’m painfully aware of that. But you know what? I don’t care anymore. If I can take down just one alien before I go, then I’ll die with a satisfying smile on my face.
I know it won’t change much in the grand scheme of things, but at least I won’t go down without a fight. When that moment comes, of course I’ll still regret dying—it’s just human nature. But if I can get just one kill, it’ll all be worth it.
For now, that’s all I’m focused on: one kill, one small victory. That's all I need. I’ve already accepted that life is not perfect and that there will always be some regret, but I refuse to let that hold me back. No matter how small the victory is, I’m going for it because, in the end, it’s still better than nothing.
A short while later, I was expelled from the portal, and before I knew it, I was back on solid ground again. Just like before, the bright light was familiar but still overwhelming. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the brightness, revealing the same vast white room. And as before, humans were scattered everywhere—millions of us. The harsh realization hit me: I was back in this hellish place once again.
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Just like last time, the enormous doors would open, and the aliens would make their grand entrance, stepping forward with that same methodical, eerie precision, and begin their usual introduction. The hollow echo of their cold, emotionless words would fill the vast white room. I’d heard it all before—every unsettling sound, every unnatural movement. But this time, things would be different. This time, I was here for revenge. If I could kill just one alien, my revenge would be complete, and after that, I would gladly face my death or whatever torture awaited me.
After all, this is my last life, and I won’t get another chance to respawn again. So, it is what it is. I don’t mind dying; at least I can finally sleep in peace for all eternity. The thought of an endless cycle of life and death feels more like a curse than a blessing. If I had unlimited respawns, I’d only suffer longer with each attempt.
Sure, the thrill of trying again might seem enticing, but even if I succeeded after a million tries, the pain I’d endure along the way would break me mentally. Each setback would only add to my torment, making victory feel hollow. In the end, I’d rather embrace the finality of this moment. I’ll gladly pass on the endless struggle—after all, some battles aren’t worth fighting if the cost of pain is too high.
While everyone else was lost in panic and confusion, I didn’t waste a second. I darted to the massive entrance door and pressed myself against the side wall to stay hidden. My plan was simple: the moment that enormous door opened, I’d open fire on the aliens.
With each passing second, my heart pounded harder and harder, each beat echoing like a drum in my chest. My breaths were shallow, barely keeping pace with the fear creeping up inside me. I glanced at the others—some trembling, others wide-eyed with terror. They looked lost, shock etched across their faces, trapped in a fog of panic. Just as I expected, these people reacted exactly the same as last time.
A few minutes later, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing second. I knew the aliens were coming. My heart raced as I focused on the enormous metal door, waiting for the inevitable moment it would slide open. When it finally does, I know an icy chill will run down my spine.
As the door creaked open, the aliens stepped into the vast white room, their imposing figures silhouetted against the harsh light. There was no time for hesitation; this was the moment I had been waiting for. I steadied my aim, adrenaline surging through my veins, and without mercy, I opened fire without a second thought.
“Die!!! You fucking aliens!!!”
BANG! BANG! BANG!