Upon exiting the dumpster room, I stepped into a vast colossal garbage hall that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. The sheer size of this space was overwhelming, and it was filled with even more garbage here than I had expected.
Huh?! What the hell is this place?! It’s filled with so many human remains here that it seems endless, a grotesque landscape of bodies that stretches as far as the eye can see. My heart raced as I took in the overwhelming sight, a nauseating mix of decay and horror that threatened to engulf me.
I glanced up at the towering ceiling, my eyes squinting against the bright light, and noticed a large opening high above that suddenly slid open. And to my horror, I saw even more human remains pouring into this vast garbage hall, cascading down like a macabre waterfall of flesh.
As the human bodies rained down, I instinctively ducked, but not before a disgusting red liquid splattered across my face, the foul stench hitting me like a brick wall. I recoiled in disgust, feeling the slimy goo trickle down my cheek, adding to the filth that already surrounded me.
Fucking hell! I was beyond frustrated. Once I get out of here, I swear I’m going to take the longest shower of my life!
Before long, on the north side of the vast colossal garbage hall, an enormous metal door slowly creaked open, and entering through it were the same very blue aliens I had seen before.
No fucking way! I couldn’t believe it! It seemed I hadn’t reincarnated after all; instead, I was still in my original body. I had thought I was already dead, yet here I was, alive again. The only explanation I could come up with was that my regeneration skill must be the culprit.
Dammit! You’ve got to be kidding me! How is this even possible?! Are you seriously telling me that even after I die, I could still regenerate back to life?! Wait... if that's true, doesn’t that mean I’m unkillable at this point? Well, I don’t know if that really happened, but it seems to be the only logical explanation I can think of for now.
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Oh, fuck! There’s no time to waste—I need to hide quickly before they discover me! Without a second thought, I dropped to the ground and crawled, the garbage around me serving as cover. I carefully made my way up a towering pile of garbage, inching my way higher to get a better view and spy on the aliens. Every movement was slow and deliberate—I couldn’t risk making too much noise.
As I crouched low, my heart pounding in my chest, I watched the two aliens converse in hushed tones. It seemed the massive door I had destroyed earlier to escape the dumpster room had piqued their curiosity. I could see them moving cautiously as they entered the dumpster room, their long bodies casting elongated shadows against the bright light.
Phew! Thank goodness I had left the dumpster room earlier. Had I remained inside any longer, they would have discovered me by now, and that very thought sent a chill racing down my spine. The close call only intensified my need to stay hidden, my pulse quickening as I focused intently on their every move.
During this very moment, a surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I considered launching an attack on them. Unlike the last time I faced these aliens, I was weak and inexperienced, but this time is different. I have grown much stronger now, so I believe the outcome will be different this time.
However, as I suddenly recalled the barrier shield they possessed—a formidable defense that had thwarted my previous efforts—I felt my resolve waver. The memory of how easily I had been overwhelmed last time sent a chill through me. Nevermind, I thought, it’s too risky. The potential for failure loomed large in my mind, and the stakes were too high.
I quickly changed my mind, deciding it was wiser to hide for now rather than risk another confrontation. The urgency to remain undetected overshadowed the urge to fight. As I crouched low, I focused on steadying my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that patience was my best ally in this very moment.
After a short while, the aliens finally exited the dumpster room, and as I watched them, I let out a sigh of relief. It seems they are still unaware of my presence. That’s good, but this situation is kinda stressful. I just hope they leave soon, as I long for some peace of mind—a moment to breathe without the fear of being discovered.
Approximately half an hour later or thirty minutes, having found nothing, they finally left.
Phew! I let out another sigh of relief, glad that they were finally gone. Then, out of nowhere, a warning system notification suddenly flashed before me:
[Warning! Please hold onto something at once, or you risk being sent hurtling into the vacuum of space!]
Huh?! What the fuck?! What the hell is going on all of a sudden?!