CHAPTER 2: FLASHBACK

As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, tied up with a woman in front of me who looked eerily familiar. It was then that I realized - it was my mom! But the people around us seemed to be speaking a different language, and they didn't understand what I was saying. They murmured the word "mom" amongst themselves, trying to figure out what it meant. One person even suggested it might be a curse word! But then someone else suggested that it might mean "mama," and the crowd erupted in laughter. I was confused and frustrated - why were they laughing at me?

My confusion turned to fear when the woman who looked like my mom started speaking to the person who had put me there. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I had a sinking feeling that they were planning something terrible. Were they going to kill me? My heart raced as I watched the woman make a sign with her hands, indicating that I should be knocked out again and put in a cage to be their slave. I couldn't believe it - was this really happening?

Once again, Koko had knocked me out cold, plunging me into darkness and triggering a flood of memories from the day I was fired from my job. I used to work at Towiba, a technology company that specialized in manufacturing cutting-edge systems. I was just an ordinary guy, putting in overtime and doing my best to impress both my manager and my coworkers. But everything changed when I stumbled upon my coworker secretly installing a camera in the women's restroom.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing in the girls' bathroom?" I confronted him, my voice filled with disbelief. He quickly came up with a feeble excuse, claiming that he was assigned to clean the restroom since the janitor wasn't doing a good job. However, my sharp eyes caught sight of a small camera discreetly placed on the ceiling. "Hey, what's that?" I questioned, but my coworker bolted, desperately trying to escape.

Determined not to let him get away, I chased after him through the company premises. Finally catching up to him, I grabbed his shoulder and delivered a punch to his face, causing him to crumple to the ground. In a fit of desperation, he blurted out, "Damn it! I promised I wouldn't tell anyone about the camera in the girls' restroom!" Confusion washed over me as I heard the whispers of four girls nearby, labeling me as a pervert. "What a disgusting man!" "He's like a character from a hentai!" "He actually put a camera in our restroom? What a sick bastard!" The murmurs spread throughout the company, and soon enough, a crowd had gathered.

Trying to defend myself, I began to speak, but before I could utter a word, a woman shouted at me, "Pervert! You don't belong here!" I glanced around, searching for support, but found no one willing to stand up for me. And so, the rumors continued to circulate, leading to my unjust termination by the manager, who falsely accused me of planting the camera.

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As I regained consciousness, I found myself faced with an unexpected turn of events. A quest suddenly materialized in my mind, courtesy of the system implanted in my head. "Quest: Escape from the cage and gain the favor of the people." Frustration welled up within me as I exclaimed, "Damn it! How am I supposed to do that? We don't even understand each other!" The system interrupted my thoughts, informing me that by completing this quest i will receive to understand the the language of their speaking. the only though that was in my head was " how will escape in this fucked cage.. "

As I glanced around the confinements of the cage, I couldn't help but notice its simplicity. It was nothing more than a humble construction of wood and rope. Determined to escape, I mustered up the courage to break open the cage door and make a daring run for it. However, to my dismay, the guard stationed at the gate was hot on my heels, refusing to let me slip away.

"Stop following me!" I shouted, abruptly halting my sprint and delivering a swift punch to the guard who persisted in pursuing me. As I turned my attention back to my surroundings, I realized that I had unwittingly attracted the attention of not just one, but four individuals who were now tailing me. Panic surged through my veins as I muttered under my breath, "Damn it, how am I supposed to handle all of them?"

Without a moment's hesitation, I resumed my desperate escape, my heart pounding in my chest. But just as I thought I might have a chance at freedom, I found myself face-to-face with an imposing figure at the prison's exit. This colossal guard stood an astonishing eight feet tall, his bulging muscles a testament to his formidable strength. Trapped between the relentless pursuit of the four guards and the presence of this behemoth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom.

"This is it," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and resignation.

Remember the thrill of my childhood days, when I would overpower my enemies with sheer strength, swiftly defeating them in a single blow. Agility was never my weapon of choice, as it simply didn't dispatch foes quickly enough. Instead, I relied on my agility to evade their attacks, making them miss their mark.

In a dire situation, I found myself cornered, desperately seeking a way to survive. I turned to my trusted system for guidance, asking it to provide me with the necessary skills to overcome this predicament. It presented me with a choice: a speed boost or a spark plug. Without hesitation, I opted for the speed boost, recognizing its potential to grant me the advantage I needed.

Before the four guards and the colossal guard could even lay a hand on me, I made my decision to escape rather than engage in a futile battle that would surely lead to my demise. However, as I fled, a strange sensation overcame my entire body, slowing me down. Gasping for breath, I questioned what was happening, only to be informed that the speed boost skill I had utilized drained my mana.

With the guards gradually closing in on me, hopelessness began to consume me. I realized that hiding was my only chance for survival.