Panic spread like wildfire. Confusion gripped everyone, just like it had me, as they bombarded with questions, desperate for answers.
"What the fuck is going on?!" yelled a young man, dressed like a gangster, his voice sharp with fear.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't be late for work! I don't have time for this! Someone get me the hell out of here now!" an office man in his forties screamed, eyes wide with anxiety.
"What in the world is this place?! Where am I?! Is this a prank?!" a beautiful woman shrieked, her voice trembling, body shaking in fear.
Meanwhile, as I stood here, trying to make sense of the chaos, something caught my eye. About a few hundred meters ahead, an enormous metal door creaked open, the sound heavy and slow. From the darkness, seven silhouettes emerged. No way! My breath caught in my throat—there was no mistaking them. They looked strikingly similar to the aliens from my nightmare!
You've got to be kidding me, right?! How could they look so much like the aliens from my dream?! Although they didn't look exactly the same—maybe about 75% similar—it was still mind-blowing! Most importantly, the sight of these aliens is making me nauseous, reminding me of the torture and agony I endured from that terrifying dream.
Fuck! This isn't good! Just the thought of enduring torture again is driving me crazy! Seriously, what on earth is happening?! Everything seemed normal just yesterday, but now it feels like everything is falling apart in a way that doesn't make any sense!
Out of nowhere, a warning message from the system appeared:
[Warning! This is not a dream! Everything is real, including the dream you had this morning!]
What?! Everything was real?! W-Wait a minute… if this wasn't just a dream, does that mean I've already died once in this life?! Hmm… but that doesn't make any sense. If I truly died, then how the hell did I come back to life? Ah, fuck! This is so confusing; it's driving me crazy...!
The aliens—those seven tall figures—stepped further into the light, their eerie features gradually coming into view. They were as unsettling as I remembered. Their bodies were muscular and sleek, covered in smooth, shiny blue skin that gleamed under the illumination. Their elongated limbs moved with an unnatural grace. The only thing that stood out was the eerie black glow of their two eyes and the single eye on their foreheads, all peering at us like predators sizing up their prey.
The panic around me escalated as the aliens marched forward. People screamed, some tried to run, and others stood frozen in disbelief. I didn't blame them. This whole thing was like being thrown into a horror movie, except we couldn't just turn it off or even wake up from it.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to think. What could these aliens possibly want from us? What was their goal? Hold on… why do I feel like I have gone through something like this before?
One of the aliens raised an arm, and a high-pitched sound cut through the air. It wasn't deafening, but it was enough to make me wince. Suddenly, all the chaos and shouting came to an abrupt stop. Everyone, myself included, was paralyzed. My body refused to move, as though an invisible force had locked me in place. I tried to struggle, but it was useless.
"Listen up, you inferior humans!" The voice thundered through the expansive white room, its resonance vibrating off the walls. It was both loud and intimidating, carrying a chilling authority. The tone was cold, emotionless, almost robotic, stripping away any semblance of warmth or compassion. "You have been selected to participate as guinea pigs for our grand project."
Grand project?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
The alien's voice continued, its lack of inflection making the words even more unsettling. "You are the first test subjects in our experimental trials. Your existence has been erased from your home world; you are now nothing more than pawns in our grand plan. Your sacrifice is intended to further our ambitious goals. Should you succeed, you will be rewarded with superhuman abilities beyond your wildest imagination. However, should you fail to adapt to the trials set before you, your lives will end in a most unfortunate manner."
Hearing what the alien said, panic surged through the room like a tidal wave. Everyone's eyes widened in fear, and they found themselves unable to utter a single word. An invisible force seemed to have clamped their mouths shut, rendering them mute. The vast white room was filled with a tense, suffocating silence, broken only by the occasional shuffling of feet and the rustling of clothing.
As I observed the scene, I could see the sheer terror etched into everyone's faces. Their eyes darted around, silently pleading for answers or a way out, while their expressions conveyed a profound sense of dread. It was evident to me that the prospect of becoming guinea pigs in such an unethical experiment had instilled a deep, paralyzing fear in everyone. Despite the enforced silence, their silent cries of despair were unmistakable, each face reflecting the overwhelming terror that consumed them.
"Alright, let's begin the experiment!" one of the aliens said. "But first, we need to put these humans to sleep before we proceed." With that, the alien commanded, "Sleep!" Instantly, everyone began to collapse one by one onto the floor, slipping into unconsciousness. Before I knew it, I too had fallen asleep.
I have no idea how much time had passed when I finally managed to open my eyes again. The world around me was a blur of confusion and fear. I found myself in an unfamiliar, vast experiment hall, its cold, metallic surfaces and harsh lighting making it clear that this was no ordinary place. I wasn't alone—other humans were present, and the sight was both horrifying and surreal.
Most of the people were restrained, lying helplessly on operation tables. Their limbs were secured, and their faces were twisted in expressions of terror and pain. Some were already lifeless, their bodies a grim testament to the brutality that had taken place. Others were still alive, but their suffering was far from over. They were being dismembered piece by piece, their agonized screams filling the room with an unbearable cacophony of pain. The noise was deafening, a relentless symphony of suffering that made my stomach churn. I couldn't hold back any longer and vomited in response to the gruesome scene unfolding before me.
Fucking hell! Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on already?!! Goddammit! How the hell did my normal life turn into such a nightmare?! Ugh, this is so frustrating! I don't know how I came back to life after dying once, and I'm not even sure if I would come back to life again if I die this time.
No! I can't die yet! I still have so much left to do with my life! Think, damn it, think! There has got to be a way out of this hellhole! I don't care how impossible it seems—if I'm going down, I'm going to fight with every ounce of strength I've got!