"Several hours into my reincarnation and it's ending already, what will the readers think if my engaging story ends this quickly?! God damn you, God. Why didn't you reincarnate me into a newborn, like in 'Supreme Magus', then I would've lasted much longer, even if it was all filler!" Sam started to panic as the blue glow from the rune on the door filled the room.
Unexpectedly, the rune on the door started the fade away as the crumbling of stone was heard and the room shook and trembled.
"And now there's an earthquake?! This day surely is quite the chaotic one, it seems I must've angered God in some way. Maybe it was my begging to be reborn into a newborn? Maybe he's going to kill me and give me my wish? Why did I have to speak..." Sam despaired as dust floated from the ceiling to the floor.
Suddenly, the trembling abruptly stopped and a rectangular piece of the door melted into the remaining piece of the door, leaving a small rectangular hole in the door where one could see out of. It reminded him of the doors you would see in movies where you'd have to give a secret password to a villain on the other side upon the rectangular plate of metal being slid to the side.
"Why am I so incomprehensively stupid? Of course, they are quite primitive in their technology so they wouldn't have conventional means to slide the piece of metal without creating security hazards in this dungeon!" Sam thought, waiting for someone to appear in the hole formed.
After waiting for a few seconds, a fatty face appeared on the other side, mostly covered in a golden helmet which covered the top of his head, his ears and his nose, leaving his cheeks and eyes open to the dirty air in the dungeon. The first thing Sam noticed was his eyes which were filled with fury and unkept rage.
"So, you believe that just because you're a noble you have the privilege to create such a fuss in the middle of the night? Well, too bad, because it seems that your privileges were recently revoked by the king's decree! Such a poor boy, still trying to keep strong even though we are never going to feed scum like you... It would be a waste of resources, after all. It is much more beneficial that it ends up in our stomachs instead of yours after all!" The armoured dwarf chucked to himself, scorning the confused and bewildered Sam.
Sam stared at the dwarf like a deer in headlights, not understanding a single word which came out of the dwarf's mouth.
"System, how am I supposed to understand their language? Did God not take this into account when he made this addition to The Whateveritscalled Act?" Asked sam, praying that he didn't need a skill like the last time.
"Ding!
Do you wish to purchase *Bilingual Master* from the System Store?
Cost: 1000 Power Stones.
The system recognises that the user's power stone storage is currently: 0 Power Stones. Do you wish to purchase the skill with interest?
Cost with interest: Free (+10000 Power Stones)"
The system could barely contain its laughter as it cackled throughout the message like a witch hatching a master plan.
Sam was infuriated. How dare the system try and attempt the same thing twice? Sam knew better than to trust the system's judgements. Then it suddenly came to him.
"System, care to give me a quick flashback on my past?" Chuckled Sam. His plan was to learn the language from the flashback of his past since his past self had to learn the language somehow. However, as soon as he said that, he coughed up blood and fell to his knees as he bawled his eyes out.
The flashback, in the beginning, was heartwarming and joyful, seeing his parents care for him and how much they loved him, sacrificing their time for the happiness of their son. It reminded Sam of his own parents as he shed a tear reminiscing of how he never got to thank his mother and how she might be dealing with her loss.
But then everything took a sharp turn and everything slowed down. Everything seemed to be in a blur as if the past owner of this body wasn't paying attention to anything, as if he was lost in thought. Everything was monotone and there was only a deafening silence. Everything swirled together into one mass of grey, making Sam feel nauseous. The worst moment was when he was left to starve to death by the guards and their harsh remarks, which he could now hear from learning the language, and when he was frequently beat to the brink of death. Of course, they never properly killed him until the day where the king decreed that his household would be abolished, removing all of Sam's privileges. To the guards, he was nothing more than a lost ant and so they had no worries when it came to letting him die a cruel and long death.
What surprised Sam the most was how he could feel every aching second where he laid on the freezing cold stone floor and dust slowly covered his body like a blanket of gossamer or the dew of a leaf on a chilly spring morning. Everything was beyond painful as his stomach growled relentlessly and his dry throat burned with acid. His bones pressed against his skin, threatening to pierce the thin, rough blanket which was his skin. His eyes were on the verge of popping out as his face sunk to an unimaginable level and he could barely close his mouth without biting at his cheeks.
In desperation, he attempted at eating his own limbs, gnawing at the meatless arms he had. However, from his previous beatings, he had no teeth to chew through his arm and he was left practically licking his boney arms.
Suddenly, he experienced it once more, a neverending void which covered his vision. He was able to move but he couldn't feel himself moving and he couldn't see himself moving, so was he moving? He didn't know but, eventually, he saw a doorway which was brimming with blinding and holy light. He got closer and closer before he was in front of it. He stood looking at the door for what seemed to be forever until the light grew from the doorway and enveloped his body in a warm embrace.