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 moment Princess Elisha's procession reached the gates of the Royal Palace, the atmosphere shifted as if the entire capital inhaled at once.


Golden mana-lanterns glowed like suspended suns. Nobles in embroidered silks drifted about in shimmering clusters, servants hurried in precise, practiced movements, and the grand hall buzzed with layered conversations.


But as soon as Elisha entered the banquet floor, dressed in a gown of pale sapphire—


And then, naturally… toward the four figures following behind her.


Oliver walked at her left, wrapped in a black-and-silver noble cloak the girls had forcibly put on him. His disguise worked flawlessly: raven-black hair slightly longer than usual, eyes shifted to a muted silver, jaw softened under a faint glamor. He looked like a young noble—mysterious, polished, untouchable.


Isolde, in a sleek midnight dress, radiated quiet danger with every measured step.


Chapter 120 - The Banquet