Chapter 146: The Voice of God (2)

Chapter 146: The Voice of God (2)

The skill <Voice> that I tried for a day was not bad at all.

It consumed a lot of mana, but it had no cooldown, so I could use it continuously.

Also, the filtering of the divine translator did not apply in many cases, depending on the situation.

For example, when the target was not my follower.

When I used it on any character last night, laughter sounds passed through easily.

“The characters’ reactions were more fun than I thought.”

I could also use it as a TTS that played specific sounds depending on the situation.

It was an experience that I gained by playing only laughter sounds for more than 10 minutes against one character.

Of course, the character who heard the laughter ran away in fear and fainted.

How could he make such a fuss over hearing laughter for a while?

It was fun to watch the characters’ reactions as they were intense.

“Maybe there are more useful places than just communication.”

Depending on how I used it, there might be other uses besides communicating with the characters.

Of course, in most cases, I would use it simply for communication.

For now, I wanted to watch and test the skill’s performance a few more times.

I moved the screen around to find a target for further experiments with the <Voice> skill.

Swish.

As I moved the screen with my finger, I saw a farmer cleaning up the straw.

“Hmm...”

I decided to target the farmer and cleared my throat.

I wanted to smooth my throat a little before recording my voice.

I tried to speak as close as possible to the output of the translator every time I used the <Voice> skill.

I didn’t know if my efforts were paying off, but the frequency of changing the content was gradually decreasing.

“Run away.”

After clearing my throat completely, I pressed the button to record my voice.

Click.

As soon as I pressed the button, the recorded file started to be converted by the divine translator.

I set the target next to the farmer and played the sound towards him.

The farmer looked up at the sky as a voice came out of the speaker.

– “Run away.”

– “Aaaah!”

He was startled by the sound that echoed while he was cleaning up the straw, and threw away his pitchfork.

He looked around, trembling.

The farmer’s eyes were filled with fear as he clung to the wall.

I gave him a word.

“Doom... is coming...”

– “A storm is approaching.”

“What storm all of a sudden?”

I was puzzled by the strange content, but I faithfully followed what the translator said.

Squeak.

I pressed the skill icon and activated <Weather Control: Storm>.

As soon as the skill was activated, a storm came and it started to rain.

– You used <Weather Control: Storm>.

– The effect of <Weather Control> lasts for one day.

– “Ah, aah! The storm... The storm is really coming!”

The farmer looked outside in panic as the wind blew.

Crash!

A lightning bolt struck down with a creepy thunder.

The farmer leaned against the wall, shaking, as lightning fell in front of his eyes.

He had a hard time regaining his senses as the storm raged with the voice.

– “What... What is this!”

There was a faint moisture in the eyes of the frightened farmer.

He felt like he would run outside at any moment if I teased him a little more.

I gave him one last word that would nail him down.

“Run if you want to live.”

– “Run. Until death can’t find you.”

– “Sa, save me! Aaaah!”

As soon as my last word was translated, the farmer ran away with straw on his body.

It was a funny sight to see him running for his life with a terrified face.

I had no intention of harming him even if he didn’t run away.

I watched him go and decided to find one more target for the last time.

It was boring to just run away, so I wanted to change my repertoire this time.

“Then... Is there any character that looks expensive?”

I started to look for the next character to play with by quickly flipping through the screen.

This time, I hoped for someone higher than a farmer.

As I flipped through the screen with that thought, there was a big castle nearby.

The majestic and huge castle was the first place I encountered in this game.

As I passed the walls and entered the inside of the castle, I saw the splendidly built inner castle.

“This must be a lord’s castle... Then he must be a noble.”

In the courtyard of the inner castle, there was a character walking alone.

Aicliffe bit his lips as he lamented his fate.

As Aicliffe clenched his fist in meditation, a strange voice came to his ear.

It was a strange man’s voice that came to Aicliffe’s ear.

– “Defy your fate.”

A short but powerful word.

Aicliffe quickly picked up his wooden sword as he heard it.

It was a voice he had never heard before as Aicliffe.

There must have been an unfamiliar intruder in the courtyard of the mansion.

He wondered if they had already sent an assassin.

Aicliffe admired Renglos’ bold move and looked for the assassin hiding somewhere.

“...Who are you? Show yourself.”

He slowly moved the tip of his wooden sword and tried to sense the enemy’s presence.

Of course, Aicliffe had a low chance of winning against a skilled assassin.

But he chose to resist until the end because his life was too precious to die like this.

He had to face the end that suited the royal bloodline even if it was his last moment.

He couldn’t end his life in a miserable way by hiding from the assassin’s dagger and running away.

‘Is it in the bushes? Or behind the pillar?’

Aicliffe scanned the roof and the pillars with his eyes.

But he still couldn’t see the assassin.

As he tensed up at the sight of the invisible enemy, a strange voice rang out again.

– “Face the truth.”

‘Face the truth?’

He stopped his hand at the words of the unfamiliar voice.

All the words that had been conveyed so far were extraordinary.

Defy your fate. And face the truth.

It was an ambiguous expression.

There was a possibility of interpreting it dangerously either way.

It was an expression that would offend either the temple or the palace.

It was not something that an assassin who came to kill him would say.

“Are you a god? Or a devil? Who... am I talking to?”

Aicliffe thought of two possibilities for the being whose name he didn’t even know.

A god who pitied him.

Or a devil who came to tempt him.

Either way, it was not a normal situation.

He was on edge as he heard the next words from the other side.

– “Surpass yourself.”

– “Seize victory.”

The other side kept urging him to do something.

Struggle. Grow. And win.

Who should he win against?

For what?

Aicliffe’s mind spun furiously.

But he couldn’t even guess what it meant.

“Victory? What do you mean by victory? Fate? Or...”

He needed a clearer word.

The being who was neither an assassin nor his enemy had to explain all the words so far.

And fortunately, the other side explained everything easily.

With just one word.

It was enough for Aicliffe to accept all the words so far with this one word.

The most dangerous word in the world echoed in Aicliffe’s ear.

– “I will make you an emperor.”

Everything made sense with that word.

Who he had to face.

What he had to fight against.

Where he had to win.

All those things were summed up in one sweet word.

“Emperor...”

A familiar but strange word.

A word he had realized and given up in his childhood.

Emperor.

Aicliffe uttered the sweet word from his lips.

It was an attractive word no matter how many times he repeated it.

And that’s why, finally, Aicliffe succumbed to the power of that word.

“Ah, aah... I understand.”

A magical word that would make even a rat crawling in the back alley open his eyes wide.

That word was waiting for him.

Enemy. Who was Aicliffe’s enemy?

He had to fight against those who controlled the heart of the empire.

But he was not afraid to fight them now.

“I don’t care who you are. Please make me an emperor...”

The troublemaker of the imperial family, Aicliffe Rogasion.

He wanted to be an emperor.