When I heard that woman’s voice, I couldn’t help but shed tears instantly.
No, wait a minute! Why the hell am I crying suddenly?! Dammit! Agh, it hurts so much to hear that voice! Stop! Stop it! Stop calling my na already! Ahh!
I had no idea what was happening, but an overwhelming sense of sadness consud , one I couldn’t comprehend. It was as if sothing deep inside had been stirred, though I couldn’t fully grasp what it was. The emotion hit with such intensity, as though soone I loved had just passed away, leaving to mourn their loss. The weight of grief pressed down on , making it difficult to breathe.
Ugh, what is this feeling?! Damn it, it hurts so much! Who the hell is cutting the onions?! I couldn’t stop myself—I just kept crying and crying for no reason. The tears stread endlessly, as if I were wasting a ridiculous amount of water for no reason.
After a short while, the mysterious woman’s voice fell silent. That was when my tears stopped completely, then I turned around to look at where the sound had co from earlier—but there was nothing. No one was there. Instead, I found myself alone in a luxurious, fantasy dieval-style noble bedroom, its grandeur marked by a rich red carpet spread across the floor.
What the heck? I got up, my mind still spinning, and started walking around the room, trying to process everything that had just happened. Nothing felt real. I couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was off. Eventually, I stumbled across a mirror and, without thinking, I stopped to take a quick look at myself. The sight in front of was... strange.
So, this guy is Ragnar, huh? Damn, he looked exactly like —sa face, sa hair—everything. But as I looked closer, I couldn’t help but notice the massive difference was our physique. His body was surprisingly skinny, like soone who never works out. In contrast, my original body was way more muscular and stronger. It felt like I was staring at my old self, before the day the system showed up and forced into doing those daily quest exercises.
Hmm, what’s going on here? Did I just get transmigrated, reincarnated, or is it sothing else?
BLINK!
Then, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I was teleported inside a massive alien spaceship, floating high up near the ceiling. The vast, bright room stretched out below , and as I looked down, my heart skipped a beat. There, among the countless cold tal tables, strapped to one of them, was Ragnar. He looked completely out of it, helpless.
Huh? What in the world just happened? How did I end up here suddenly?
Before I could even process what was happening, a group of aliens entered the vast room. They moved with eerie precision, their cold, calculating eyes fixed on Ragnar. Without a second’s hesitation, they began their twisted experints on him, their actions as chilling as the bloodstained clinical environnt.
Wait, what?! What the hell is going on here?! The more I tried to make sense of it all, the deeper my confusion grew. Every attempt to piece things together only seed to unravel further, leaving lost.
What was even more unsettling, though, was this strange connection I felt. Whenever Ragnar endured the pain from the torture, I felt it too, as if we were sohow linked, like our bodies were intertwined in a way that I couldn’t explain. It was as though his suffering was my own, coursing through like it was happening to directly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrghhh!!!" I couldn’t help but scream in agony.
Fortunately, my loud scream went unnoticed by any of the aliens down there. Ugh! Seriously, what in the world is going on?! Nothing makes sense! Just who the hell is this Ragnar guy?! And just how are we even connected? It felt like I was him and he was , yet at the sa ti, there was this strange feeling of separation.
...
...
Approximately a few minutes later... bam! In the blink of an eye, I was teleported back to where I was before, in the dieval-style noble bedroom.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Imdiately, I slapped myself three tis on my cheeks, wanting to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming. But to my surprise, I didn’t feel any pain at all. Goddammit! I still couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or if sothing else was going on. Even though the slaps didn’t hurt, everything still felt so real for so reason. At this point, I don’t even know what’s real anymore. Honestly, I’m so lost in confusion that I just want to give up trying to figure things out for now.
Fuck it!
Let’s just take a mont to calm down first. Holy shit... the more I try to make sense of this, the more confusing everything becos. It’s like the harder I try to figure it out, the more I spiral into confusion, and I can’t even keep track of what’s real and what’s not. After what felt like an eternity of trying to calm my racing thoughts, I finally managed to take a deep breath and regain so composure.
Then as I glanced around this strange bedroom of mine, I started wondering what I should do next.
Okay, focus. What’s the next step? How do I get out of this place and sohow return to my original body? The uncertainty weighed on , and I had no choice but to sohow figure this out.
It was at this mont, I walked toward the window area and gazed outside the window. A beautiful garden stretched before , with lush green grass, trees, and a colorful array of flowers. I couldn’t help but be awed by the sight. That’s when I decided—you know what, let’s head outside to the garden.
However, just as I was about to step out of this bedroom and head outside to the garden, the world around suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I suddenly lost consciousness.
Ding!
[Ga over! You have died!]
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