When he started regaining consciousness, his eyelids felt heavy. Dave felt as if a semi-truck had gone over his body, which might explain why he couldnt feel his legs and arms. It took some time, but soon all his senses started running once again at their normal pace. For some reason, the first thing that his senses picked up was the smell was piss and shit.

Upon slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in a rather dark room. With a little effort, he looked around to find himself in an unknown room. There was a bronze jug and glass by his bedside, probably filled with water. The ceiling was not decorated in any way, and one could see the bare stones, used to make the floor above his room. His bed was not very comfortable as well, it was coarse. Definitely not like what he was used to.

Where the hell am I?

Slowly Dave pushed away the blanket from his body, only to realize that he was naked. He pushed himself up and sat up straight on the bed. He realized that he had become rather skinny, which meant that he had been in this place for a while.

Did someone rescue me from the execution and bring me here? He thought. It was not possible, according to him until and unless a rather powerful person was behind it. But he could not think of anyone that would want to rescue him.

When he pushed himself up, he could feel the cold stone beneath his bare feet, and he could see the silhouette of a door in front of him. Staggering with every step he took, he somehow managed to reach the door, rotate the door knob, and pushed open the door.

He was greeted with a well-lit hallway, where the sunlight from the barred windows was doing most of the work. On the walls were these iron holders with candles on them. There were some very poorly drawn portraits on the wall and not a person in sight.

Should I call for help? He thought. But decided against it, as he realized that it was better to investigate on his own first.

There was a similar door to his, just a few steps away from him. He staggered his way to it, and pushed it open, only to see a woman working inside. She was wearing rather dull and not well-made clothes. She was putting a sheet on the bed with her back turned to him. He took a step towards her, making her turn.

"Ah!" she screamed with surprise.

"Master Adui," she said, in shock. Then she put one of her hands between her eyes and his crotch, "You are awake," she said in a rather nervous way.

Dave on the other hand was taken aback as he could understand the woman. She was speaking in a language, whose accent and dialect he had never heard in his life. As a person who has eidetic memory, he was sure that he didnt learn this particular language.

He opened his mouth, to speak in the language of the woman, "Where…" Before he could speak anything else, he staggered and fell to his knees. Without missing a beat he asked, "Where is this?"

The maid's eyes widened with surprise, she started "MASTER! MISTRESS! PRESCOT!" and then she went past him, leaving him on his knees. Dave didnt have any energy to run after him, nor did he know what prompted the woman to run away. Pushing everything aside, he lay on his stone floor and closed his eyes. He didnt have the energy to stay awake now…

***

When Dave opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a brightly lit room.

Was that all a dream? He thought. But then he found himself staring at the same ceiling that he had seen before.

As his eyes regained their focus, he clocked that there were several people in the room with him. "I dont think that this barren heap of shit gained back his intelligence," came a rather young and arrogant voice. "He is a burden now and he will be a burden in the future as well," this man seems to be talking to someone. Curious about what was happening, he pushed himself up and sat up straight on his bed.

It was then he was greeted by four people in the room. There was this middle-aged man, wearing shabby brown robes, with a few strands of grey hair on his head, standing on one side of the room, silently. This man had a rather short stature and looked kind of like a rat.

Then there was a strong brawny tall middled aged man, standing beside the foot of his bed. Wearing silks like that women wear, that man was giving him vibes, like he was a pervert. And then the middle-aged woman sitting on the other side of his bed, wearing silks as well. She looked like the typical alcoholic woman who was having an existential crisis.

Last but not least, there was an arrogant-looking teenager with long silky hair like the brawny man and woman staring at him from the other side of the room.

"Finally," the youngster spoke, "The prince had woken up.. Quickly bring out the mead, it's time to celebrate,"

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"Quiet now," the brawny man said, and then the youngster became quiet. Then the man then looked straight into Dave's eyes and said, "Is it true? Can you speak now?"

What does that mean? I was able to speak before this. He thought.

At the time he was confused, not knowing what was happening around him. In the end, he decided to just ask, and understand what was happening here, "I.. Am able to speak," he said in the unknown language. Everyone in the room was surprised to hear his voice. They looked so surprised as if he was not able to speak before this.

"Good," the brawny man said, "A burden finally lessened from this household."

"Burden will be a burden, no matter how skilled they get," the youngster from behind commented.

"This might be the miracle of Lord Itab," the woman spoke and then started praying while looking at the ground, weirding him out further.

He was about to ask what they were talking about, but then his gaze fell on his skinny arms. They were brown, his skin tone had changed. And it was similar to the people in the room. Not only that, his arms looked smaller than before, as if they belonged to a teenager or a kid.

Have I transmigrated? He had read many stories about how people would get another chance of life if they died an early death. But he would have never ever thought that he would get that chance as well.

I have to act fast, he thought.

"Who are you people?" he asked, "What is this place?" Making the people in the room too stunned to answer.

***

After two whole weeks of living in this place, Dave had peace with the fact that he had transmigrated.

The only sad part was that he had transmigrated into a very shitty world. He had transmigrated into a world that is similar to medieval England. There are knights and nobles that look after the lands for the King. Diseases ran rampant here, and people have no idea about what hygiene is, nor about pregnancy prevention methods it seems.

He was born into the Baron Hampshire family. He has seven siblings, and he was the fourth one. The brawny man and the woman he saw, the second time he woke up, were his parents. The youngster who was passing comments from the back was his eldest brother.

As there was no soap in this world, and people have no sense of personal hygiene, most people in the world smells like the combination of piss, sweat, and dicks.

After spending some time in a world where there are no toilets or bidets, Dave wanted to end for himself. He could sense that he was still that emotionless monster that he was in his previous life. As far as the monster inside of him was concerned, it had not come out till now. The reason being, that there was no thrill of killing anyone here. With a lack of proper forensic methods, there was no way the fools of this world would catch him. With no thrill, he didnt have any motivation to kill either…

Sitting in the garden area of the manor, Dave was looking at the sunrise with his emotionless eyes. He had no reason to hide his true nature here. He was not only bored but a little fed up as well.

I finally understood why I was transmigrated into this dump. He thought, This is my purgatory. I have nothing to do, nor something to kill. It all made sense now.

It was then from the front gate of the manor, that he saw people from the nearby village dragging with them a rather large boulder. About 21-24 people were dragging a 4-5 ton rock behind them. The worst part was, they were not using any proper method to drag it as well. They just have ropes attached to the boulder, and they were just pulling it.

Wouldn't it make more sense if they slid the rock on a bunch of logs? That would be more efficient.

At that time, Dave was more curious about why these guys were doing it in the first place. Why are they bringing a boulder to this household?

"Good," he heard a voice from behind, Dave turned to see the Lord of this household, his father, "Bring it in," The hard-working individuals complied. After the boulder was brought in, his father Lord Harold Hampshire paid the villagers some bronze coins and they went their way.

What a cheap fellow, he thought about his father's antics, There was no way that this was a job whose pay could just be a few bronze coins.

Bronze coins were the lowest denomination of currency in this world, in the first place was platinum, then gold, and in the second last place came silver.

A few of those coins could get a family of four to get by for a month or so. But when comparing the amount of people doing the job, and the pay that would be divided amongst them, this was very low.

"Oye, Adui!" he turned towards his father, "Get inside. I am practicing here,"

He stood up and started walking at a leisurely pace. "Get moving you barren fuck!" his father yelled.

What the fuck do they mean by barren? He thought. He had his eldest brother call him that, along with his father and his mother. It was an insult, he knew, but what it meant was beyond him.

Maybe barren meant that I could not father any children. It was a plausible theory. He was an eleven-year-old boy, and according to this world's standard, he was eligible to get married. Usually, nobles marry around this age.

But as a man from the 21st century, there was no way that he was going to participate in coitus, with a minor. As far as his theory of his not being able to father children was concerned, he didnt even want to think about how these people came to know.

As he got inside, he was about to head to his room, where he would confine himself till it was time for supper. But a loud bang from outside made him stop in his tracks. He immediately turned around and peeked at the garden.

Dave saw his father punching the said boulder. The weird part was that he could see a blue glow being emitted by his father's hands. Not only his father's hand, he could also see a blue hue flowing around the garden, and he was a hundred percent sure that the hue was not there when he was sitting there…

His father was persistent with the punches, and soon he could see cracks forming on the boulder.

Not only are his arms not getting fractured, but his punches also have the power to form cracks in that boulder. That rock seems like granite, and could be said that it is one of the hardest rocks.

He was truly amazed by the scene before him. His scientific curiosity was awakened at that moment, and he wanted to know how his so-called father could do that. More than that, he started to imagine what would happen if he were to kill one of the people close to the super-human before him.

He certainly would be angry, He thought, making him smile for the first time in the two weeks he had been here.