Overwhelmed by a paralyzing fear and determination, I knew I had to escape. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked around for a way out. To my surprise, I found that I wasn’t restrained like the others. It seemed that the aliens had underestimated how quickly I would regain consciousness. Seizing the opportunity, I sprang into action, desperately trying to find the exit.

However, my frantic movements were too slow. Before I could make much progress, I felt a heavy hand clamp down on my shoulder. I was seized by the aliens, their cold, unfeeling eyes fixed on me as they dragged me back. Panic surged through me as I struggled, but my efforts proved futile. “Noooooo!!! Let go of me!!!” I shouted, but one of them struck me sharply on my head, and everything instantly went black. I guess I was completely knocked out.

When I regained consciousness, I was in a much worse predicament. My entire body was bound, tightly secured with restraints that rendered me immobile. The metal ropes cut into my skin, and I could barely shift an inch. The fear and dread from before were now replaced with a cold, helpless resignation. I could only lie there, wondering how much time had passed and what awaited me next in this nightmarish place.

“Ugh, I can’t move! Dammit! How long was I asleep for?! Shit, where the hell is everyone?!”

As I glanced around, I realized the aliens had moved me into a smaller, isolated room, far from that vast experiment hall packed with humans. A harsh light glared down at me from the ceiling above, making it uncomfortable. I still didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it was only a matter of time before those aliens might come back and check up on me again.

Ah, this is pissing me off! None of this makes any sense! If I’m going to die, the least I deserve is to know what the hell is going on! Tch! This is really frustrating!

Hours passed, and I could hear screams echoing from the back and side walls. It had to be other humans, being tortured and screaming in agony. Damn it! This feels like I’m trapped in a human slaughterhouse or something.

Naturally, I didn’t give up. With every ounce of my strength, I fought to break free, but after countless attempts, my efforts proved futile. “Fuck this! I can’t break free no matter what I do!”

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, I eventually passed out without even realizing it. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself face-to-face with a group of six aliens in this isolated experiment room. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious for. Shit! Looks like I’m doomed.

“Finally awake, huh? Alright, let’s not waste any time and start right away,” said one of the aliens.

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As they spoke, I began to see strange metal objects around me. It was clear they intended to cut my body into pieces for their so-called unethical experiment. Their first target was my right foot. Before I could even react, they began to slice it off with chilling efficiency.

“Aaaaaaaaghhh!!! No! Please, stop! I’ll do anything—just let me go!” I screamed and pleaded, my voice choked with fear and desperation. But despite my frantic cries, the aliens remained unmoved. Their cold, indifferent faces showed no hint of empathy.

I was drenched in sweat, my body trembling uncontrollably as I cried out in pain. The agony of having my right foot cut off was excruciating, far beyond anything I could bear. Every nerve seemed to scream in protest, and my tears flowed freely as I begged them desperately to stop.

As I writhed in pain, their expressions shifted to something unsettling—smiles of cruel satisfaction. It was as if my suffering was a source of enjoyment for them, a twisted spectacle they relished. The sight of their grinning faces, so out of place in the midst of my torment, only deepened my sense of horror. It was clear that their enjoyment of my agony was as cruel as the pain itself.

At this moment, it hit me that they were doing this purely for their own amusement. With their advanced technology, I had assumed they could perform experiments on a human body without causing harm. After all, anesthesia exists for a reason.

“Why?! Just why are you doing this to me?! Why are you being so cruel?!” I demanded, my voice trembling with desperation.

“Cruel?” the alien responded, irritation flickering in their eyes. “Not really. Think about it—humans kill chickens and other animals for food all the time, don’t you? You justify it by saying it’s necessary, or even normal. To us, you are no different from those animals. We have the technology and power to do as we please, and we view ourselves as the apex of the food chain. To us, you’re just another species lower down, subject to our whims. It’s simply a matter of perspective.”

I give up. From the very beginning, it was clear they had no intention of letting me go. As I stared up at the bright light on the ceiling, I wondered: Is this really the end for me? Am I really going to die here, like this? It felt absurd. Nothing about this situation made sense. What is wrong with this alien race? For such an intelligent species, they seemed even less civilized than humans. A deep sense of disappointment washed over me, mingled with the bitter realization of my own helplessness.

As I muttered to myself in my head, they proceeded to cut into my organs. The blood loss was gradually pulling me toward unconsciousness. The damage was so extensive that even my regeneration skill couldn’t keep up. I had hoped my regeneration would save me, but unfortunately, the healing speed was so slow that it was barely even noticeable.

Anger surged through me, and I began to curse my regeneration skill for being so utterly useless.

Just then, something unexpected happened. The entire world around me dissolved into total darkness, leading me to believe that I must have just died. Then, out of nowhere, a massive hologram screen suddenly materialized in front of me, displaying the following message:

[Game over! You have died!]