Chapter 4 – Goddess’s Chosen
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<span style="font-weight:400">I arrive at the masterfully carved stone balustrade. My gaze sweeps all over the surrounding scenery. The castle’s balcony is positioned a few stories higher than the usual wooden and stone buildings, creating a perfect depiction of a medieval fantasy city. I have been expecting a great sight, butying your own eyes on a real, full of life, medieval capital is just something unspeakable.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Beautiful…” I mutter under my breath admiring the breathtaking scenery. I take a bite of my apple while looking around.
<span style="font-weight:400">To my left, and to what I assume is also west, a shining golden beach and a sea or an ocean are located. This capital must be a coastal city. There are a dozen piers and a few smaller docks constructed there, but a lot of the glittering beach is a free and open space, perfect for some rxation time.
<span style="font-weight:400">Moving my eyes more to the middle and right, I can barely spot the external walls of the town. There are a lot of buildings, and even my otherworldly self can easily differentiate between the existing districts. Close to the castle must be a noble one, since all the houses and stores have a lot fancier finishings than the ones far further. The north side resembles a mercantile area with most of the constructions visibly proiming they are business ones. I can also spot a huge market with a lot of colourful stands.
<span style="font-weight:400">To the east and more ind, there are plenty of chimneys with some of them spewing smoke of various shades, definitely representing an industrial or artisanal district. Lots ofrge warehouses, forges and workshops of many kinds. Unfortunately, I can’t see what is behind the castle right now, but I guess there would be more housing areas since, in front of me, they are mostly squeezed around those districts mentioned before. The whole city is designed in a circle fashion, with rings of living quarters separating bigger districts. The whole scenery is something you’d usually see in those big CGI movies, and here I am, admiring this beautiful sight.
<span style="font-weight:400">I gaze carefully at the sun’s position. If this or world is orbiting at a simr speed and distance from its… double suns… it should be a few hours after noon. While I’m working my brain over the differences in time between our worlds, the Court Magician Cornelia appears at my side and also takes a peek outside.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How long is an hour here?” turning my head to her, I ask directly without any kind of warning. She looks at me slightly surprised, but answers nheless.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s an interesting topic for your first ever question about our world. An hour consists of 60 minutes. I believe your next question would be about them. One minute is 60 seconds and also, 24 hours make a day.” She then extends her palm and proceeds to form a small hourss out of ice. She ces it on the railing and continues. “And one minute is exactly how long it takes for this hourss to get filled.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We stare at it in total silence. After 60 seconds, I confirm that there won’t be any issues rted to time differences. Remembering something, I check my pocket. It’s still there. My smartphone. I pull it out and try unlocking it. Still works, with most of the battery power and obviously no signal. I quickly turn on the most efficient saving mode. I don’t think I will be able to charge it here, so let’s make the best use of it as long as I can. Then, I exactly do so. I open the camera app and take a panoramic shot of the city. I look at it satisfied and turn the phone offpletely.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What was that tool? Did you do something with it when it made that weird sound?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Obviously, my spectator has noticed it. Now, how should I exin this? I could just say <em>magic</em> and be done, but that would be kind of a lie.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmmm… Do you have something like Illusion Magic here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, we naturally do,” she answers in a calm tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then, are you able to create an illusionary picture of a view you have seen somewhere in the past?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If it’s supposed to be a t picture like a painting, then even novice illusionists are able to pull that off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well then. This tool has many functions, but what I just did was basically creating a t illusion of the scenery in front of us and then storing it inside its… records or memory, if you can imagine it having something like that. Now, as long as it’s supplied with energy, I can recall the picture at any time to look at it. And no, it wasn’t magic, it’s a mechanical tool. Saying all that, it will run out of juice in a week or two and be useless, so I decided to make good use of it while I can.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She has been nodding during my short exnation, so I guess she did manage to follow through.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of a door being opened makes us turn around. The King enters alongside the priest we have seen in the throne room. He looks at me and then at the others.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now then. I believe this is a better ce to exin everything and answer all the questions you most likely have been wanting to ask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">While speaking, he moves to the fancy chair and sits down. The priest stands slightly behind him, at his right side. Since he sits facing me, I decide to stay on the balcony. The breeze is just so enjoyable and refreshing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You said before that we won’t be able to use our powers right now. Why? When can we then? What do we have to do to unlock them?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kamil eagerly barrages the King with questions about our supposed powers. I’d rather hear about our situation first, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be ying the representative role that much longer.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King chuckles with a smug smile on his face. “I knew you would ask about this first. Well then. Let’s begin from the start. The inhabitants of this world have been blessed with the power to quantify their strengths and weaknesses, which also helps them develop the proper talents for them. Since you were not born in this world, you do not possess it… yet. You have been marked and pulled in by the Goddess to our realm and the inkling of this power has been imnted into you. And since you are all people with great potential, we believe you will be able to use it to the fullest, towering over themon denizens.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He then gestures over to the man standing behind him, who lowers his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“With the help of our Archpriest Nerphym here, we will be able to awaken this inkling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kamil starts visibly fidgeting in excitement. I’m amazed he can stay this calm in front of <em>fun things</em>, but I guess even he knows it would be bad to fuck up in this situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King continues. “Shall we proceed then?” He sees Kamil is already standing up. “Just let the Archpriest circte his mana around your body.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kamil approaches Nerphym and stands in front of him with expectant eyes. All the others are also ncing at them curiously. Who wouldn’t be curious about magic?
<span style="font-weight:400">The priest grabs his left hand and ces his own over it. He closes his eyes to concentrate. A few secondster, they are both surrounded by a golden-white aura, which starts concentrating on Kamil’s palm. After the other man steps back, the aura subsides, leaving a glowing mark on top of the boy’s palm. I can’t really see its details from this far.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cool!” Kamil happily announces while investigating his new, glowing tattoo. “Hey, Shino! Aren’t I now like that idiot with red hair from one of the cartoons you spoke about with Natalie? I forgot its name... Maybe I can summon spirits like him too!” Heughs while spinning in circles with his hand up in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The series is called Destiny and you are the idiot. It’s one of the biggest anime franchises around the world with many novels,ics, animated movies and games. Knowing you, even if it was possible, you would end up summoning an old farmer from the Edo period at best.” She throws a jab back at him while rolling her eyes. Natalie and Marcia chuckle at her remark. Thetter one stands up next.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My turn now! Can’t bete to the party!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She then undergoes the same procedure, and so does everyone. After being done, they sit again in their previous spots and keep gloatingly stroking their palms in awe. The priest starts walking to me even before I can react, so I meet him in the middle. But, I don’t immediately put up my hand. I nce over others'' symbols and a thought rushes through my mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">This thing is pretty oblivious. Wouldn’t it be bad to walk around with a shlight attached to your palm? And even if it wasn’t glowing, a weird symbol on your hand will definitely attract some attention. We know nothing about this world yet.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">The priest noticing my visible hesitation speaks. “Is there any problem?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does it have to be located on the top of your palm? I’m not going to lie, having a glowing mark in such a visible spot is just like telling everyone ‘Hey! I’m different!’. I don’t see those on any of you, so I guess it’s not something every inhabitant of this world possesses.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The priest looks at me and then at the King, who faintly smiles.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are intriguing me with every single word you speak. While others quietly awakened their blessings, you first thought about possible implications. You are quite clever.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I disagree, Your Majesty. It was just a simple matter of connecting facts. If I was truly clever, I would have realized this even before the first person underwent the procedure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. A humble one at that. Well, I can reassure you that this symbol, which is called the Hero Sigil, should be able to be hidden with just the will of the owner.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And with that, I notice how Shino’s and Paul’s sigils stop glowing and after a moment fade out, leaving no trace of it behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Guess I was worried for nothing.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I give my hand to the priest and he starts channelling something through it. I can feel a warm, pulsing sensation circte through my body and then gather in my hand. It’s refreshing. Like I have just been washed from all the umted fatigue and stress. The <em>awakening</em> ends.
<span style="font-weight:400"> I look at the top of my hand and now I can see it in full detail. The sigil looks kinda like an oversized axe with dual, long des, reaching almost to the bottom of its handle, which ends in a diamond-shaped protrusion. The head of the axe is caved in, roundly. In this space, a double circle is ced in the centre.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Kamil was right. It does look simr to the master’s order from Destiny.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I try to imagine it not being there and it slowly fades out. It then appears again when I think about it showing up. Handy.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So… what now?” This time Marcia asks a question since Kamil is too lost in admiring his own hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have now established a proper connection with our world and the Goddess. Try invoking the most basic ability, which is <span style="font-weight:400">Status,” the King answers.
<span style="font-weight:400">Everyone murmurs or says it loudly and again the gasps of amazement and shock fills the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">So now we get a system out of an RPG? Let’s see if it works with just a thought. </i><i><span style="font-weight:400">Status</i><span style="font-weight:400">. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Good, at least we don’t have to use verbalmands.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">A t, semi-transparent, navy blue window appears in front of my face, with a list of options positioned like in a menu of some game. It includes entries like Full Summary, Information, Stats or Skills. I try focusing on the very first option and the contents change.
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<td style="height:150px;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;width:99.75%;border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff" colspan="4"><span style="color:#ffffff"> Name: stair Carter
<span style="color:#ffffff"> Race: Human
Age: 27
<span style="color:#ffffff">Job: Novice [=]
<span style="color:#ffffff"> ss: <em>Assimting...</em>
<span style="color:#ffffff"> Tier: 0
<span style="color:#ffffff"> Titles: Otherworlder</td>
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<td style="border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;width:25%;height:30px"><span style="color:#ffffff">Strength<span style="color:#ffffff">: 11</td>
<td style="border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;width:25%;height:30px"><span style="color:#ffffff">Agility:<span style="color:#ffffff"> 11</td>
<td style="border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;width:24.875%;height:30px"><span style="color:#ffffff">Constitution: 14</td>
<td style="border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;width:24.875%;height:30px"><span style="color:#ffffff">Intelligence: 13</td>
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<td style="border-style:solid;border-color:#ffffff;width:99.75%;text-align:left;vertical-align:middle;height:30px" colspan="4"><span style="color:#ffffff">Charisma: 15</td>
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<span style="color:#ffffff">?None
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<span style="color:#ffffff">?Linguist Lv. MAX
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<span style="color:#ffffff">?<em>Assimting...</em>
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<span style="color:#ffffff">?<em>Assimting...</em>
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<span style="font-weight:400">I read through it carefully. Most things seem pretty obvious just from their naming sense. I’m only wondering about this whole <em>Assimting</em> thing and the Linguist <span style="font-weight:400">skill. While I’m pondering over the stats, Paul asks a question.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What does High Human as a race mean?” He points his finger somewhere in the air, but no one can see his screen.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Wait. High Human?</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I quickly nce back to the top of my window.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">The hell? Mine says just Human. Please, don’t tell me something went and got fucked up during the whole process... </i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, that’s the name of the Human race from ancient times. Looks like the Goddess chose really promising individuals,” he exins with a smile.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” he gives a quiet answer and goes back to analyzing his window.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about the <span style="font-weight:400">Linguist<span style="font-weight:400"> skill? It’s the only one I currently have. It says it’s Lv. 3” Marcia takes her turn.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Since you’ve been transferred from another world, you naturally possess this skill. It lets you speak, read and write the Commonnguage, which is the main one in our realm. The higher its level, the higher your talent withnguages lies. You can see more details when you focus on the skill.” This time it’s the priest who answers.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s the highest it can get? Mine is at level 7,” Shino finally joins in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! That’s great! You must be pretty talented then! I’m not sure about the maximum level, but the highest I’ve ever seen was around 13, I think? People who know only onenguage tend to stay at level 2, and that’s the mostmon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Then mine would be at least 15 or 20. Doesn’t that seem kinda high? </i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I try to focus on the skill as the archpriest instructed and an additional, small rectangle pops out.
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<span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-weight:400">【<span style="font-weight:400">Linguist Lv. MAX<span style="font-weight:400">】
<span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-weight:400">You have learned over 7 differentnguages and perfected 6 of them. Your talent is one of the best in this world. Learning newnguages is incredibly easy for you and takes 1/10 of the time and effort a normal person would have to spend. You perfectly memorize all learnednguages. Thanks to your experience, you can guess the superficial meaning of all humanoid typenguages you don’t know, be it in spoken or written form.
<span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-weight:400">Languages learned:
<span style="font-weight:400">[Earth] - <span style="font-weight:400">German, Japanese, French, Chinese, Polish, Swedish, English
<span style="font-weight:400">[Naharren] - Common
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<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Woah! Doesn’t this seem totally OP? Ten times faster learning speed, perfect memory, and even an ability to guess the meaning of unknown words? The hell is my ss then, a Heavenly Scribe? I’m starting to get worried here...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I make a loud sigh and walk backwards until I hit the railing of the balcony. While taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, an idea pops into my mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Since we have been subconsciously speaking this Commonnguage all the time, then can we just switch to the other ones naturally?</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I ponder for a moment and decide to do a little test. Trying to focus my mind on Japanese, I speak loud enough for everyone to hear me clearly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve eaten better apples in the worst slums I can remember,” I say while spinning the already eaten apple.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shino looks at me quite shocked, while other students seem to be confused, recognizing thenguage they sometimes heard in ss. She then stares at the King awaiting his reaction, but he just gazes back at her confused even more why she is doing so and then looks my way.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I apologize for that. It was just a little experiment,” I try to speak in Common again and then switch mid-sentence into English. “Looks like we can stillmunicate properly in thenguages we learned back on Earth, and they are not automatically tranted into Common for others.” My students look between each other, Shino, Paul, and Natalie nodding knowingly. The other trio seems to also have caught up on the fact that I’ve been speakingnguages not known to their world.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So what about the power and abilities? All I can see here is <em>Assimting</em>and just some numbers. Weren’t we supposed to unlock this after the awakening?” Kamil joins slightly unhappy that he can’t immediately check out his moves.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King’s face is taken over by an ufortable expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well... I never actually said that everything will be unlocked after you forge your connection with this world. I mentioned that you won’t be able to manifest all of your powers at this very moment, and… it will take some time for your bodies to adjust after the transmigration. During that time you can still better yourselves with training and other ways, but your inborn sses will be revealed at the end of that period. We can guess their main area of expertise with a look at your stats distribution.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How long then? A day?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly one year...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“WHAT?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kamil, Marcia and even Paul shout unanimously. I cover my face with my hands and sigh, AGAIN, audibly.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">For fuck’s sake… A year?! This is getting hrious with every minute...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ONE YEAR YOU BLONDE FUCKTARD?!” Kamil stands up again and shouts agitated. “WHY THE FUCK DOES YOUR HEROES HAVE TO WAIT ONE YEAR TO DO SHIT?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m with him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Same here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Paul and Marcia join and send the King angry res. The Archpriest tightens his grip on the staff and I can see, even feel, the aura around Cornelia, who is still by my side at the balcony, slowly gathering. I ce a hand on her shoulder and shake my head when we make eye contact. They are not stupid enough to attack a King in their outrage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Calm down. Your shouting won’t shorten that period. I get you. We are all quite angry here, but sit down, and for your own safety, try to not look like you are going to jump at him at any moment.” I wait until they sit down and then move my attention to the King and continue. “Exnation please?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“As I’ve mentioned before, your reformed bodies are not yet ready for all the power. Inhabitants of this world discover their first ss around the age of six, and the one they are most suited for, around the age of sixteen. It’s not a rule though. In your case, this process takes only one year, thanks to the Goddess’s blessing,” he answers while eyeing the students closest to him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And what are we supposed to do during this time? Wait patiently until everything unlocks itself?” I continue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, of course not. We are going to extend our utmost support to you. Even without your special sses, you can still acquire and develop new talents, alongside regaining those you have already achieved in your homeworld. During your training, you can try yourselves with every weapon, magic and piece of equipment we can provide, thus earning a chance to guess your ss specialization before it’s revealed. Isn’t that better than instantly sending someone not ustomed to our world away on their first day?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He tries his best to present the ‘training arc’ in a positive light, cracking a nervous smile from time to time and wandering with his gaze over every single person in the room. I check Kamil and Marcia. They have slightly cooled down, but dissatisfaction is still visible on their faces.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not going to lie, living one year in the dark does seem really annoying… But before that, does time pass at the same pace in our worlds? As in one year here is one year there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Naturally.”
Even though everyone must have at least thought about this issue at some point, a clear confirmation causes us to get slightly dejected. When we will finish this training, one year would have already passed back on Earth. Who knows what will happen to their families in that time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well then, everyone. We can’t do anything about this anyway, so why not leave this forter so we can think about it calmly. A lot has happened. Rushing this won’t get us anywhere faster. We still know nothing about the main reason why we are here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing how agitated most of the group got by the revtion, I try my best to change the topic, to the one really important.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah yes. Since you have gone through a lot today, let me just present you with a short summary of the situation and then you will be guided around the castle and to your rooms, so you can rest and assimte everything.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Assimte… Tsch…” Kamil sneers at his unfortunate choice of words.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King begins his story about the cmity that descended upon this world.