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.

Oliver sighed, defeated. "…I'm making progress. I made it walk before it died."


Seraphine added another line to her notes. "Failure with partial success. Better than expected."


Isolde facepalmed. "Spirits help me…"


And right when she opened her mouth to lecture him again—


Ariana stumbled in, holding two paper packets and a bag of skewers.


Oliver spun around like he just saw salvation descend from the heavens. "Ariana! You're an angel!"


Ariana grinned proudly. "There's a new fried bun stall near the west plaza. People were lining up like crazy, so I bought some. And grilled meat skewers! And sweet dumplings!"


Oliver's stomach growled loud enough that even Seraphine blinked.


Isolde sighed, rubbing her forehead again. "…Fine. Training break."


Oliver nearly collapsed on the floor in relief. "Bless you."


Ariana blinked. "Uh… was the training that bad?"


Chapter 119 - Disguise