"Why does it feel too real? Why are these beings in this coma so realistic? Is this really a coma?" Arther pondered to himself, seemingly frustrated.

  Then Arther slowly looked at the butler, still vigilant in case anything went wrong.

  "I don't need it," Arther said directly to the butler.

  "Huh? What are you saying, young lord?" The butler asked, still kneeling but facing Arther’s face from a distance.

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  He seemed rather confused than offended.

  [System: Host! You are speaking Earth’s language, called English.

  To communicate here, you need to learn their language or reach level 30 to unlock a universal passive called *Omnipotent Communication*.]

  "Whaaat? Are you saying the one in front won’t even understand me? What? Why does a coma have other languages built in?" he screamed inside, asking the system.

  [....]

  The system said nothing, seemingly tired of explaining.

  "Lord Cristus, are you okay?" The butler, concerned by the silence, asked again.

  "Then how can I understand what he’s saying? Has he already reached level 30 and got that passive?" Arther, seemingly furious over all the absurdity happening around him, asked the system.

  [Ask him! Your level is too low to pry into others’ stat boards!]

  Arther’s face turned ugly as he realized this so-called coma of his was already acting like a strict world.

  "Whaaaaat a fate!."

  End of Chapter 5