Sero did could not remember when he became conscious again, as always. All he remembered before he died was his arms being pulled off like a twig. After that, a system message called him out and then everything went black. As Sero woke up, he felt the way-too-bright sun burning him as if it had a personal grudge against him. He looked to see that his entire body was red from the sun.
"How long has it even been?" Sero asked himself, wondering how long someone has to be in the sunlight to get this level of a sunburn.
He then realized what was going to happen, as he had died again. Before he could even start to look around, he found himself being carried away by the same bastard who killed him and foundhimself in front of the "Survival Zone".
"Well, well, well, look who's back," the figure sitting at a table in front of him said. "Isn't it our familiar regular! Well welcome back to this place. Now where should we put you today? The slicer, the whip, or the pit of crocodiles? Maybe I should put you in "there", or maybe not."
"Please go easy on me today," Sero asked him. "I'm quite tired of this place, so the less painful, the better."
"I guess you have been here for quite some time. Actually, nevermind, scratch that. You've been here nearly everyday. How does some guy like you keep dying so often? But you still manage to not die in these chambers, which is quite impressive." The figure replied. Sero had never been told his name, nor did he know any other guards' names, as they don't just go around telling you their names. You wouldn't be able to overhear their names either, as they rarely speak to one another, sort of if they had a grudge against each other but was forced to work together in this hellhole. And even if they spoke to each other, they would refer to the person as "you" and us humans as "filthy trash" or "good-for-nothing slaves" (I would go on, however some of them are not so friendly for y'all, so I'm going to be smart and not say them).
"So, what'll it be today?" Sero questioned, wanting to get this over with.
"Relax there, I will pick one out for you for sure. Why so eager though? You are the only slave that I know that wants to just get into it already. Most others just cry and beg to not be tortured. Like after all, it's your fault for dying in the first place and using up our resources. What's wrong with the weak being tortured anyways? It's fun business" the figure continued.
"Easy for you to say, you all ain't the ones being cut, burned, or just straight up raped," Sero thought. "If you could feel even one-billionth of the pain I feel on a daily basis, you will be bedridden and fucked up you god damn devil. But at the same time, it's not like any of y'all would want that, isn't that right? You would just rather torture others just for your own fun sake, you sadists."
"Alright, well for this time, let's put you in the slice and dice room!" The figure finally decided. "Good luck and don't die too fast!"
Before he could speak another word, his vision changed and soon found himself immobilized in a dimmily lit room. It had concrete-like floors, walls, and roof. The room was dim, not dark, however the source of the light was nowhere to be seen. There was also a lot of dark red liquid splatter everywhere. He was also surrounded by the familiar sounds of screaming, as who wouldn't be of they were sliced up by whatever horrors these torturers seemed to fight. This contained from your average needle to a full blown crossover between a greatsword and an ax with a little bit of a war scythe mixed in between the two. Even though being cut with these monstrosities may sound like it would bring death really quickly, the creators did not want the slaves to die off so quickly, so they made humans extremely durable to these things. Not like impenetrable skin, but the kind where you are able to tank a lot of hits, or in this case, being cut. He looked around the familiar setting, trying to see what was going on. He saw a man that was having his fingers being chopped with what looked like a rusty and dull sushi knife, as if his fingers were vegetables. He then looked over to another one, in which that man was screaming in pain as the torturer was inserting what looked like a dagger into his "manhood". A woman was having all her sensitive parts being pierced by a thick needle and then being cut by a scythe. A man beside him was just straight up being beaten up by what looked like a hybrid between a wooden bat and a war hammer (I can probably infer that is not very slicey-dicey). Sero waited for his torturer to come, as he did not know who it was going to be this time. He has been through every single torturer in this place, however not many liked him as he wouldn't scream in pain and agony and instead give out a half-hearted yelp, almost as if he was mocking them, in which he sort of was.
At one point these devils decided to see who could make him scream a real one, however that ended after a couple hundred years later when they decided that this was never going to happen. After all, how could you scream if you already lost how to feel pain? In fact, Sero in a way lost his humanity, as he no longer felt anything in general as well. He really didn't fear much, even when the guards would hunt him down and kill him. The only emotion that he could truly feel was loneliness and anger, as most of his friends had already passed or vanished, and his only friend was annoyed at him.
Finally, a figure came towards him, calling out, "So, it's you here again?"