The next thing I knew, something hard slammed into my head. It happened so fast, I didn’t even see it coming. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but it seemed the aliens must have knocked me out, leaving me unconscious.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I woke up, I found myself back in the same isolated experiment room as before, far from the vast experiment hall filled with other humans. Just like last time, I was strapped to a metal table, completely immobilized. Only my head could move, and even that, just slightly.
Ugh… I feel incredibly dizzy and I have no idea why. Maybe the aliens injected me with some kind of drug—who knows. I’ve also just realized that my earlier actions might have made the situation even worse. It seems the aliens are now more interested in me, and who knows what kind of experiments they might conduct after discovering that I’m an intriguing human.
Seriously, just how powerful are these aliens? I mean, in terms of rank or level—are they F-Rank? D-Rank? B-Rank? Or maybe even S-Rank? What are they? Man, this sucks... without knowing their actual level, I’m completely lost on what to do. Dammit, what on earth do I have to do to escape this hellish place?
Can I outsmart them? Hmm... maybe. I mean, these aliens are far more advanced than humans in every conceivable way. They’ve probably evolved beyond anything I can imagine. Trying to outwit them would be like a mouse going up against a supercomputer—possible, but incredibly difficult. Every plan I come up with, they’ve likely already perfected. Every strategy, every trick—they’d probably see it coming from a mile away. But... I’m still going to try.
So, what about brute force? Well, it could be an option, but only if my level were higher, which it isn’t right now from what I can see. Physically, I don’t stand a chance against them. Even if I trained harder and reached a higher level, their technology is still light-years ahead. They’ve probably enhanced themselves with genetic modifications, making their bodies stronger, faster, and more resilient than anything I could hope to match. They wouldn’t just be tougher to take down; they’d be practically unstoppable. Add in their plasma weapons—far deadlier than anything humans have—I might as well be fighting a losing battle before it even starts.
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However, I still have one respawn token left, so I suppose I could give it another shot. Honestly, though, I doubt I’ll win or even make a difference. Ugh, I’m at a loss! It feels like no matter what I do, these aliens just seem unbeatable!
Well, unless I could respawn infinitely and gradually complete my daily quest to boost my stats, then it might be possible. But as of now, the issue is that I only have one respawn token left. Ugh, goddammit! Just what am I supposed to do in order to beat these damn fucking aliens?!
I had lost track of how much time had passed when the horrifying realization set in: the screams of the other humans had abruptly stopped. That silence was more unnerving than the chaos that had preceded it. I knew with a sinking feeling that it was only a matter of time before the alien would turn its dreadful attention toward me. Damn it all! I despise this situation with every fiber of my being! The thought of those fucking aliens gearing up to torture me again for their own sick amusement is almost too much to bear!
Furthermore, there's nothing I can do to stop them—no escape, no reprieve. The sheer terror of the impending pain grips me like a vice. The realization that I am completely powerless against this nightmare fills me with an overwhelming sense of dread. I can almost feel the cruel anticipation as I brace myself for another round of agonizing torture. Each moment that ticks by is a reminder of my helplessness.
If only I had more time—time to grind, level up, and complete more of my daily quests to boost my stats. That could give me an advantage to turn the tide in my favor. Maybe then, I could stand a chance against these goddamn blue aliens. But here I am, seething with anger and frustration.
Ah! The thought of those aliens going to laugh at my misery, reveling in their sadistic pleasure, only fuels my rage. The more I think about it, the more my hatred for them burns like a wildfire. Fuck! This all-consuming fury is driving me to the brink of madness! I fucking hate these aliens with a passion so intense that it feels like it could tear me apart!
Speaking of the devil, I suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps approaching. It’s clear that the aliens are heading this way, making their way to this isolated room where I’m trapped. I let out a resigned sigh, fully aware that my fate is sealed. Ah, fuck my life…
As expected, the door slid open with an electronic hiss, and a group of aliens entered the room. They began their usual taunts, spouting all kinds of nonsense that I couldn’t care less about or listen to. In my mind, all I could think was how desperately I wanted this to be over quickly. Enough of their idle chatter. Just stop talking and fucking kill me already, you goddamn aliens!