War.

  A three letter word for something so grand yet horrifying, that it is unexplainable if you don't live through it yourself. As I looked at the bloodied battlefield, pinned to a block of concrete with a spear through my gut, I regretted it. I should have run away. We all knew there was no way of winning. The Shakyas - the four armed blue humanoids, were ruthless and out for blood. But we had no choice. If humanity was not able to establish an island on the fourth floor, we would never rise up. Slavery was the only other option. But it was still better than dying like this wasn't it?

  A blurry figure moved past his vision.

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  “Ah, this hairless monkey is still alive”, and a reinforced spear was pierced through his skull.

  “Ugghhhh…” Something was wrong, terribly wrong. I could still think. I felt nauseous, and felt like vomiting, but I couldn't. Am I living? How am I even thinking?

  "What the...." I can still see system messages! What is this, Rerun? And the choice is also forced. Is this a joke? No, the system never jokes. "Status" - I tried to call. But there was no reply.

  Damn it. So no clues. It says rerun. A rerun of the war? Can I even do anything even if there is a rerun… But if there is no choice to begin with, why ask?

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  I mentally selected Yes

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  And I blanked out.