Vander said, "It is a language reconfiguration device."

Eon looked back with slight surprise. 'I can understand them now? Well, that's probably for the best. For now, I should just play dumb, to the point of amnesia, as it is the only excuse I can think of given my severely limited knowledge of this world. I need to be careful otherwise any lie I could come up with would be easily seen through.'

"Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?" Eon asked.

"Calm down. For now, I will be asking the questions. For now, what is your name?" Celine asked.

"It's… uh… huh. What? I can't… I can't remember?" Eon tried his best to put on a puzzled expression and look deep in thought.

Sighing, Grant asked "Is that how you want to play this? Are you sure? Might want to think this over. I am giving you an opportunity here, take it." This was far from the first time someone has played a case of lost memory, and if the prisoner continued to act like this the protocol wasn't pleasant.

"I don't know what to tell you. I have no memories, not before waking up on this bed." Eon shook his head with remorse. He hoped his acting was good enough.

"Fine then. We will deal with you in the morning, for now, enjoy your rest, you will need it soon." Vander shook his head and the 3 guards left.

Eon was now genuinely puzzled. He thought 'They weren't going to try to get any information out of me beyond merely asking twice? And what did he mean by "needing rest"?' Eon had a bad feeling, but still stuck to his story.

Eon was left alone. He tried to use bodily revelation to squeeze his joints through his bonds, but they tightened and loosened as much as necessary, seemingly without any physical explanation. This was Eon's second time experiencing the supernatural, and once again it proved its worth in hindering his body.

Eon was beginning to feel a bit frustrated at this point, the natural advantage he thought he should have after all his suffering seemed not to exist. 'Perhaps I was being presumptuous. After all, even with intense training, how could I possibly contend with a force that I never have seen before?'

It is true that Eon was at a natural disadvantage in the face of magic due to his lack of knowledge, much like an animal couldn't comprehend the threat of a gun, he had yet to understand the functions and limitations of magic in this world.

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After struggling for a while more, Eon eventually collapsed back and fell into a fitful sleep, his time in the dungeon haunting his dreams. A little after the sun had begun to rise, a noise startled Eon awake. 'It begins, huh? Let's see what this world has in store for me on my second day."

After several minutes, the large man who wore black armor yesterday came down and tossed a pile of clothes onto the floor of Eon's cell. They were simple gray clothes, thick and sturdy. They reminded Eon of prison uniforms, which would be appropriate for his situation. Grant began walking away again wordlessly.

"Wait, what about my cuffs, and what are you planning on doing with me?" Grant ignored Eon's question and continued upstairs. After examining himself, Eon found that his bonds had loosened during his short conversation, allowing him to easily remove his arms from them.

With a sigh, Eon took his time to put on his clothes and sit back on his bed with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was cautiously optimistic about what the future would hold for him, the first step would be to find a way out of jail, the next was learning how cultivation works, third was becoming the strongest being in the universe. This was a perfect plan, and Eon could see no way it could possibly go wrong.

Thinking of these frivolous thoughts, someone Eon didn't recognize came down the steps alongside Vander. He was fat with dark green skin and frog-like facial features. They began speaking to each other, and Eon realized that he could once again not understand what was being spoken. 'What the hell? I thought that weird device they strapped on my head yesterday resolved this issue. Why can't I understand them again? What happened to my language reconfiguration?'

After some arguing along with some gestures at Eon, the frog-man and Vander shook hands. This was a seeming coincidental sign of business from Earth, Eon mused. Still, he was concerned by the way they were speaking about him. From the tone Vander used, he sounded like a sleazy car salesman. This assessment wasn't too far off the mark, as Eon was about to find out.

As the two men finished their discussion, Vander moved towards the cell. He pointed to the cuffs on the floor and performed a slapping motion at his wrists. It seems that he was aware of the fact that Eon would once again be incapable of understanding him.

With lacking enthusiasm, Eon put the cuffs back on. When he demonstrated the cuffs were secure, Eon felt the energy in his body begin to rapidly fade. Soon, he collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious.

Vander opened the cell and heaved Eon onto his shoulders. The 3 men went up and through the stairwell, through the front door, and to a nearby wagon. The wagon was led by a creature that looked like a long-legged crocodile instead of a horse.

The wagon itself was a cage with a driver seat at the front, and 2 unconscious men were chained inside. Vander quickly went in the wagon and chained Eon to it. Upon completion of this task, the frog-like man handed Vander a jingling bag before laughing hoarsely. The frogman jumped up to the driver's seat and took the reins, setting off down the road.

Eon awoke within about a minute of setting off. His body ached heavily, and the only reason he could even awaken was due to his energetic physique refilling his body. The other 2 men would be out cold for a while yet. Or they would have been if Eon hadn't twisted his body to kick them both. The men yelped and looked at Eon. The men tried to speak to Eon, but Eon cut them off: "knock it off, I don't know your language."

This shut the two men up, as while they didn't understand the meaning of Eon's words, they did understand that he couldn't understand them by his display of a foreign language. The two men began to ignore Eon and speak amongst themselves. Eon listened closely to the conversation between the two men, after all, he would need to know the language of this place eventually. The language itself was rather rhythmic, using a mix of clicks, grunts, and phonemes Eon was used to. It didn't sound like any language Eon had ever heard before, so he didn't have anything to compare it to.