Eighteen-year-old Oliver Shaw is just your average, introverted high school student. No friends, no presence, no future. His life of quiet classroom corners and late-night games is turned upside down when his entire class is suddenly summoned to a fantasy world.

There, they're hailed as heroes — champions chosen by the Goddess to defeat the Demon King and save the world from destruction.

But while his classmates awaken powerful combat skills and legendary classes, Oliver is given… Linguist.
An F-rank support skill with no combat abilities and no future. Just a single line of description: "Can understand any language."

Mocked, ignored, and ultimately cast aside, Oliver finds himself abandoned at the edge of death.

But in the silence where others hear nothing… he begins to hear everything.

Now, in a world shaped by words and magic, the boy they left behind may hold the one skill that can break it all.

The sound echoed faintly through the stone chamber.


Oliver's torch crackled weakly, casting flickering light over the huge circular room they had entered. Moss-glow lined the ceiling like a false night sky. Pale blue runes ran along the walls — older than any castle, older than any kingdom.


Elisha tightened Oliver's cloak around her soaked clothes, still shivering slightly.


Oliver scanned the room. "Looks like some sort of ritual hall."


A stone platform stood at the center, carved with intersecting circles and runic inscriptions... except half of them were eroded. Broken pillars leaned against the walls, shattered tiles scattered across the floor.


Elisha stepped forward, brushing her fingers over a nearby rune. "These markings… they're not elven or dwarven. They match the fragments from the royal archives."


"Your ancestor's expedition?" Oliver asked.


She nodded faintly. "The markings indicate this was as far as any known record reached."


Chapter 101 - Ruins [2]