"GIVE ME YOUR DICK!"
…Give me your what, sorry?
The bastard came sprinting toward me with that scream, each step leaving streaks of black sludge across the ground.
From what I could see, the maybe-transmigrator guy inside was almost losing control, his body twisting.
But something else hit me harder.
That scream wasn't Nytha, the common tongue everyone in Nytherra spoke. And it sure as hell wasn't Dravonic or Dragon Tongue either.
There were only three known languages in this world. But the thing this bastard just yelled didn't belong to any of them.
Not that I actually knew any other language besides Nytha.
So… how the hell did I just understand what he said?
From what I could tell, the bastard had screamed in some elven dialect or maybe one of those bizarre tongues spoken across the A.S.S. coalition.
And yet, somehow, I understood it clearly.
Was this… a hidden effect from one of my Myths?
Or maybe a skill I hadn't noticed yet?
Just then, one name popped in my mind,
