The Unkillable Godlike Cosmic Player
Chapter 73: Confusion

Chapter 73: Confusion

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 name already! Ahh!

I had no idea what was happening, but an overwhelming sense of sadness consumed me, one I couldn’t comprehend. It was as if something deep inside me had been stirred, though I couldn’t fully grasp what it was. The emotion hit me with such intensity, as though someone I loved had just passed away, leaving me to mourn their loss. The weight of grief pressed down on me, 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 streamed 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 come from earlier—but there was nothing. No one was there. Instead, I found myself alone in a luxurious, fantasy medieval-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 something 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 me was... strange.

So, this guy is Ragnar, huh? Damn, he looked exactly like me—same face, same 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 someone 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 me into doing those daily quest exercises.

Hmm, what’s going on here? Did I just get transmigrated, reincarnated, or is it something 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 me, and as I looked down, my heart skipped a beat. There, among the countless cold metal 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 experiments on him, their actions as chilling as the bloodstained clinical environment.

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 seemed to unravel further, leaving me 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 somehow 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 me like it was happening to me 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 me, yet at the same time, there was this strange feeling of separation.

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Approximately a few minutes later... bam! In the blink of an eye, I was teleported back to where I was before, in the medieval-style noble bedroom.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Immediately, I slapped myself three times 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 something else was going on. Even though the slaps didn’t hurt, everything still felt so real for some 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 moment to calm down first. Holy shit... the more I try to make sense of this, the more confusing everything becomes. 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 some 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 somehow return to my original body? The uncertainty weighed on me, and I had no choice but to somehow figure this out.

It was at this moment, I walked toward the window area and gazed outside the window. A beautiful garden stretched before me, 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 me suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I suddenly lost consciousness.

Ding!

[Game over! You have died!]