Eon sat down on the bed after the woman indicated for him to do so. She smiled comfortingly at Eon and gestured for him to stay put before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Eon laid back and began to think. These past three days have been exciting but quite tumultuous and stressful. He needed to get a hold of himself, or he might end up doing something stupid, like throwing another tantrum which might get him killed. Eon reflected on his actions and slowly let the stresses run their course, causing him to feel much better, as though a weight was lifted off his chest.

When he was about finished, the door opened and the middle-aged woman came back into the room, holding an exotic piece of meat skewered on a stick, which she promptly offered to Eon. Eon's stomach growled loudly, and his mind went blank.

Eon couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, and while he didn’t need food in the tutorial, he still missed it immensely. Food was a comfort for most living things. Eon also hadn't eaten in the 3 days since he had transmigrated here, leaving him starving on top of it.

Almost without any control, Eon leaped up and snatched the skewered meat from the woman and devoured it down in just a few seconds with a voracity that would make a savage wolf seem like a well-mannered gentleman.

The woman stared on, her expression a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and some disgust at the sight of Eon’s lack of manners, but she knew better than to ask about the origins of this man, even if she did ask she wouldn't get any answers and would just bring trouble on her head. The woman sat down on the edge of the bed and gave Eon a polite cough as he finished licking the last bits of grease from his fingers.

This cough brought Eon back to his senses, making him realize he was again embarrassing himself. He had just resolved to act more prudently but immediately started chowing down without any restraint.

Eon went back to looking evenly at the woman. The woman blushed slightly and gestured at the bed. While she was gone, Eon had done a quick assessment of the room and determined it was likely the woman's based on the fact that it was obviously lived in and that she had taken him here specifically.

Eon put 2 and 2 together and realized that this was likely her bed, and she was asking if she could lie down. Eon stood up quickly and walked to a corner of the room before turning his back to the woman and lying on the ground.

Even though it often backfired on him, Eon always tried to be a gentleman. His parents always stressed the importance of honesty, humility, and kindness. These values had been imprinted deep into Eon’s psyche forming a big part of his identity, so he wouldn’t go against them unless he had a pretty good reason to. The woman sighed before turning to the bed and sleeping, after much tossing and turning on the hard wooden floor Eon fell asleep as well.

Eon’s life finally calmed down a bit. He had now spent about 2 weeks in the sect and had begun adapting to life. The day after he had slept in the woman’s room, he was led back to the old man's cottage, where he examined Eon for an hour or two a day before sending him off.

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After that, the woman led him to a large array of gears and wheels directly attached to the face of the mountain, giving the area a very steampunk look. He was led to a lever and made to crank it. He did this until sunset.

Tiredly he would head back to the building where the woman had taken him. He had a room of his own now and learned about some of the functions of the band wrapped around his head. It acted as a key to his room, only he could open the door.

Eon goes to the canteen hall in the building to get some food before heading to his room to sleep. While the food wasn’t as good as the food in the stalls out front, he still didn’t understand how to buy things. It seemed related to the metal band wrapped around his head but he hadn’t understood how to interface with it beyond opening and locking his room.

Eon had also begun to pick up the language from observation and speaking with the middle-aged woman. Eon had learned a few hundred words by this point, which he thought was strange. Even if bodily revelation improved his memory and mental capacity, that alone wouldn’t be enough to explain this learning speed, there had to be another reason, but little came to mind.

Eon had gotten used to his life of labor and learning, and he was enjoying it despite the back-breaking nature of the work. From his observation, each slave had their task based on their abilities, and they were treated rather well. Most of the servants seemed not to be slaves but instead willing workers who would leave the sect at the end of the day, and even the slaves were treated quite well, which was a pleasant surprise.

Today, Eon was eating breakfast in the canteen with the woman, a book in front of him. While his vocabulary was limited, he understood the old man had given him a book as a reward. However, he did not have the linguistic capacity yet to understand what he was being rewarded for.

He sat in the canteen speaking to the woman and having her help him work through different characters and words when he needed help, which was often. Eon had also finally learned their names, the old man was named Zerle, and the woman Hela.

Zerle was eccentric and scholarly, and Hela was soft-spoken and good-natured. Both had treated Eon well and had helped him get a grasp of the language, though Eon still had some reservations about their motives.

As Eon read the book, a sleazy man walked into the canteen. He was burly and scarred, and he even had a sword by his side, which was unusual for servants. He walked up to Eon and Hela, a ferocious smile on his face

Eon had a bad feeling about this man and mentally put up his guard. The man stopped directly before Eon, spouting a stream of words. Eon didn’t understand most of it, but the tone of voice was self-assured and arrogant. Hela frowned and stood up, walking over to the man, and speaking calmly with an open-palmed gesture.

The man, displeased at Hela’s interruption, roughly shoved her back, causing her to fall to the floor. Eon jumped up from his seat and went to check on Hela without hesitation, in times like these if Hela had received a concussion time was of the essence.

Angry at Eon ignoring him, the man reached over to grab Eon’s shoulder. He wanted to teach this kid a lesson. Right before the hand reached him, Eon’s own hand shot out and grabbed the man’s pointer finger, which he twisted, breaking it in several places and causing the man to stagger back, gasping in pain.

One of the benefits of countless years of fighting had given Eon an instinctive understanding of anatomy, which he could use to inflict devastating damage on most living creatures with precise application of force, and humanoids were no exception.