Numba 1

(A/N: i made this chapter meanwhile hearing DOOM music, so let's say that there may be some gore in it)

In the middle of nowhere there was an enormous building, inside of it there was an enormous shower room, there was also a basement and a garage, strangely on top it the rooms there was a total of 50 cells.

In one of those cells, there was a teenager, the boy had black hair and brown eyes, he wasn't white but neither was black he was in the middle of it with a darker white color skin, his height was of 6'1 and had some muscles remarked from his clothes showing he had trained to a certain extent, he was wearing a t-shirt with a chubby Deadpool with a knife striking out of his forehead just below the drawing there was a sentence where it said "I am a unicorn!", instead of using normal pants he had fluffy green squared pajama pants, he didn't have any shoes so he was barefooted.

just on top of the teen, there was an electronic clock, the number that was showing was 11:59, soon enough the number reached the number 12:00 and an enormous alarm sounded all over the place.

The teenager waked up in panic and stood up in a flash, seeing the unfamiliar cell our protagonist started panicking but was too scared to shout for help, regaining a little bit of his courage the teen started looking around the room only being capable of founding a toilet and the clock showing the hour.

before he could search any further from outside the cell the speakers said all in unison.

???: Welcome to the gulag, if you survive, you gain your freedom.

following that words the door cell opened letting the teen free, going out our protagonist was scared and by logical sense decided to watch what is happening before doing anything stupid, walking silently our protagonist passed right by some other contestants which were already fighting, blood was spilled on the floor but the teen didn't stop showing he was a little familiar with blood, reaching the highest place of the place the teen started inspecting the place in search of any type of proof that people were inside, seeing nothing the teen stood up silently and started looking by the window.

right now the teen had full view of what was happening and to his surprise some people weren't unarmed, some of them had automatic guns meanwhile other had shotguns, seeing that the teen felt cold it was the first time in his life he had seen a real weapon in action.

but the teen was more focused on something, the place they were in, this was something he was very accustomed in his past life, remembering the game he was so in love with the teen finally smiled.

MC: so this is a dream, well better if I use it at its best.

Because of the sheer absurdity of the situation the teen decided to go with the next possible solution, with that in mind the teen started looking through the room, soon enough he founded something that made him smile, the best weapon ever created by the human.

The frying pan.

fully equipped the teen looks at the place where every single contestant was and engraving it on his mind he left the room, going down by how quiet the place was he could deduce that there were less than 12 contestants from the ones he counted earlier on the room.

going down, the smell of blood invaded his nose making him slightly pale but either way continued, hearing footsteps nearby the teen hided on the corner of one of the white walls just by the side of a smelly urinal.

waiting quietly he breathed slowly to make no noise, soon enough he could heart the footsteps coming closer, after a while a middle-aged man in a suit went by his side, before the man could respond the teen used the frying pan to hit him square in the face destroying his nose with the impact.

the man stumbled back losing his bearing our protagonist seeing that went to the attack, taking hold of the frying pan the teen hit the man by the side of the head with full force destroying his eardrum and make him fall into ground.

The teen continuing his attack unholded the frying pan and instead meanwhile mounting the man he started hitting his face by his own fist, our protagonist didn't stop with a punch but instead he compulsively gave blows to the man.

then of a long minute minute the teen stopped, his knuckle were lacking of human skin showing how hard the teen hitted the man, regaining his bearing our protagonist wanted to vomit but by the adrenaline he was feeling started searching the place, just by the side of the dead body of the man was the shotgun he was using to survive.

The teen took hold of the shotgun and the frying pan, standing up the teen watched his surroundings, to his surprise just in front of him was a little kid, the kid didn't have anything in special he had the same colour hair than him but had green eyes, the kid was clothed in the uniform of his school which was bathed on blood in some parts of it.

The boy was completely terrified when he saw the teen bathed in blood, so much was the horror that he started screaming meanwhile running, not long after a bang was heard, a bullet had penetrated the head of the kid.

The teen in a quick move took shelter on the other white urinal wall, from one of the doors of the place a militar appeared, the militar was on a white t-shirt and camouflaged pants on his hand a 10mm pistol was letting some smoke from the barrel showing that the military had used it, the man was bald so his bloodshot eyes could be seen.

The teen seeing that felt scared, biting his lips the teen started thinking of a way to kill the man, a frontal attack could not be possible because the man was experienced and knew how to kill somebody quickly.

Knowing he didn't have any choice the teen gritted his teeth and reuniting all his courage ran to the man, the militar hearing the loud steps of the teen quickly turned against him and pointed him with the gun.

Before he could shoot our protagonist used the frying pan to cover his face, the militar shooted the teen but the bullet hit the frying pan making a loud noise and deflecting it, before the militar could shoot again our protagonist pointed the shotgun at the militar, he shooted.

the bullet didn't hit the head of the militar but instead on the stomach, the militar shouted in agony because of it but the teen didn't gave him a breather, tackling him the teen mounted the militar meanwhile stuffing the barrel of the shotgun at the forehead of the militar with both hands.

MC: SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!

he shooted, the brain and flesh of the head of the militar were throwed everywhere, one eyeball was rolling through the floor meanwhile the other exploded with the hit of the shotgun, the teen rolled by the side of the bloody body, letting the adrenaline go the teen finally understood what he did.

Our protagonist started laughing softly, his entire body ached and he was trembling from fear but either way his laugh didn't stop, soon enough he started vomiting without control but either way he was still laughing.

???: Congratulations! you have earned your freedom, because of the lack of kills you will receive reincarnation in a random world with random perks, good luck!

the teen wasn't listening instead was trying to wake himself up from the bad dream, unfortunately nothing happened and the teen once again lost conciousness.