The thought in his head was, "I bet I would suffer for a while because of my durable physique. I hope the pain will be worth it and I can save myself."
But after he was yanked, his thought shifted to, "Oh, fuck me."
His mind almost blanked out due to the stomach-churning force that erupted from within him. It felt like someone had punched him directly in his guts with a blade or a hook. Then they had twisted it around for good measure.
It was the same kind of pain he had always imagined his enemies were experiencing when he stabbed them with his bone blades and made the blades grow within them. Except this time, the pain was real, and he had no control over it.
It was so bad that he lost his sense of time. That moment of pain felt like eternity to him. It felt like the whole world. It was bad that his consciousness flickered.
Then it was gone as soon as he started. His consciousness was about to shut down due to the pain, but then it bounced back as if nothing had happened.
Actually, it felt like nothing had happened because he couldn't remember the pain clearly. All he remembers is that he was in immense pain, but even that memory was fading away.
He checked his body and found no injuries on it. This served to reinforce the idea that he might have been hallucinating the whole thing.
Then he looked around and saw many people standing around. He even saw some of them appear from thin air. One moment there was nothing, then they suddenly appeared.
Everyone was different. There were men and women, young and old. Most were dressed, but some didn't have any dress at all.
The population was truly diverse. Not everyone was human. And not every human was white like he was used to on Earth-11. There were different shades of white, brown, and even black.
As for the non-humans, there were green, red, and blue. But he wasn't particularly surprised by the sight of colorful non-humans because he had seen many of them before in the black market and because he expected non-humans to look different.
What he found odd were the humans that were not plaster white like him. Apart from the occasional mutations due to abilities, every human on Earth-11 is white, so that is what he is used to. He didn't think it was possible for a human to be naturally black.
Not that he thinks it is weird for a human to be Black. He certainly doesn't think that something is wrong with a Black complexion. He is just taken aback by the novelty of it.
It is why he was staring at the Black woman next to him. It certainly wasn't because of her appetizing figure.
He thought to himself, "How does black skin work? Is it a natural adaptation to hide better at night?"
Wrath had to snap him out of his daze. She shook her hand in front of his eyes and said with exasperation, "Will you take your eyes off of her? We have work to do."
He nodded. "Right."
The mass of people around him was moving forward. They were being funneled through several small hallways. This hallway forced them to stand in a straight line for their registration.
He had been staring instead of moving up for registration. Thanks to Wrath, he too began moving forward.
He spent the time moving to examine where they were. It was a large rectangular room. The room was bright except that there was no source of light.
It is one thing for him not to see where the source of light was, but it was another thing for the light not to cast shadows. It looked like the light was coming from all around them, even the ground.
That's not the only oddity he noticed. He saw that there were three walls. They were on his left, right, and in front of him. But there was no wall behind him.
The hall appeared to stretch to infinity behind him. People were constantly appearing to fill up the space behind him. Meanwhile, people were moving forward to register.
He was thinking about why there wasn't a fourth wall when he heard Wrath say, "I didn't think you had sexual urges. But then you went and proved me wrong. Unfortunately, this is a bad time to try and satisfy your urges."
He rolled his eyes and said, "I wasn't looking at her that way. I was looking at her skin."
She nodded and said, "That actually makes sense coming from you."
"So you thought I would become engrossed with the body of a lady at such an important moment. You think too lowly of me."
Wrath didn't admit it. She changed the subject. "I can see why black skin would fascinate you. I was also surprised to see an army of Black humans the first time I saw them."
"This is why the foreign battlefield is so interesting. You will get to see different kinds of new things, eat unique things, and have special experiences."
The two of them talked to each other as he moved forward. The banter between them caused the people around him to look at him strangely. Then they moved away from him to create some distance between them.
He didn't mind it as he was already used to it. Actually, he didn't mind the strange stares the first time he began receiving them. He didn't care back then, and he doesn't care now.
Eventually he reached the small hallway that led out of the room. It didn't take long for him to reach the registration counter.
There was a robot there waiting for him. It was a humanoid robot. It was standing beside a tall metal booth. It had glass skin, so its internal mechanics were visible.
It said, "Please, step into the registrar."
He did.
A few seconds after he did, he felt his skin tingle in pain. The pain was because he was being marked by the registrar.
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A/N: No racism. Honestly. Earth-11 just isn't the earth we are used to.