Chapter 2882: Angels in the Marble

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    But I don't think that you'll be actually able to talk to a mountain — or to a rock. Except if it's a truly extraordinary rock


    The extraordinary rock chad 3

    Really cool ability she has and reminds me that it's not all about combat or flashy power. This will greatly boosts her building capability in which I think in the future she is going to create a great citadel
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      Why do you keep saying that she will build a great citadel. I mean that there are other nice structures as well plus she must be supe in architecture mostly so I'd rather have all kinds of monuments made by her

      There's nothing wrong with building citadels for fun tho
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        It's just a theory of mine. I am thinking what meaningful contribution she can make to the story as she is not bound for combat. So I theorised that she will increase the power of humanity through building Citadels. Her attributes and soul being deeply connected to the world reminds me of the gateways of Citadels when Saints make a tether on it. So I feel like she could possibly do that.

        Remember the issue with the whole domain war was that there were not enough Citadels for Anvil & Song. Now with more of the cohort we are expecting like 7 Supremes and not enough Citadels. I think by her creating the Citadels would fix the issue which would help the Supremes to more easily strengthen their domain or increase the range of a Sacred.
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          All the chapters with Rain are so calm and relaxing. It's like I'm reading a slice-of-life story, not an action novel. Some filler about citadel building would suit her very well.
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      Can you smell what the extraordinary rock is cooking?

      Non-combat aspects are often OP in and out of combat.
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        Bro can get dislikes for breathing
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    "What? My Ascended Ability... is to be a glorified translator?"

    thats a webnovel title in the making right there
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      ‎"What? My Ascended Ability... is to be a glorified translator?"
      Draft ver 1.2

      ‎Chapter One: The Divine Miscommunication

      ‎The heavens split open with a roar that shook the strings of the world. Reality itself thrummed like a colossal harp, each note vibrating through mortal souls until their essence unraveled—only to be rewoven into something greater.

      ‎Ascension.

      ‎For centuries, mortals had dreamed of this moment—the day when their spirits would be lifted beyond flesh, their abilities magnified into divine instruments. Some became flamebearers, their bodies tuned to eternal fire. Others turned into stormcallers, striking chords of thunder with a flick of their fingers.

      ‎And then there was me.

      ‎The light carved into my chest, branding me with a sigil that pulsed like a living rhythm. I braced myself for the surge of power, the revelation of my destiny. My veins burned, my mind expanded, and the voice of the cosmos whispered my gift:

      ‎“Translator.”

      ‎I blinked. “Wait. What?”

      ‎The heavens did not answer. Instead, a flood of incomprehensible languages filled my ears—beast-tongues, ancient dialects, celestial hymns. My mouth moved on instinct, and suddenly, I was speaking them all. Perfectly. Effortlessly.

      ‎The blade-dancer beside me stared. “Did you just… translate the roar of that dragon?”

      ‎I swallowed. “Yes. It said, uh… ‘Get off my mountain before I barbecue you.’”

      ‎The blade-dancer’s jaw dropped. “That’s… actually useful.”

      ‎“Useful?” I hissed. “I was supposed to get fireballs! Lightning! Something flashy! Instead, I’m a glorified tuning fork!”

      ‎But even as I raged, the dragon’s eyes narrowed. It tilted its massive head, smoke curling from its nostrils. Then, in a guttural rumble, it asked:

      ‎“Translator… can you hear me?”

      ‎And for the first time, the battlefield went silent.

      ‎Because I could.

      ‎Because my so-called “glorified translator” ability wasn’t just about words—it was about harmonizing worlds.

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      ‎Chapter Two: The Dragon Has Customer Service Issues

      ‎“Translator… can you hear me?” the dragon repeated, its voice rumbling like a bass note plucked from the deepest string of creation.

      ‎I gulped. Oh no. This is how protagonists get snapped like broken guitar wires in chapter two.

      ‎“Yes,” I squeaked. “Loud and clear. Five out of five stars for audio quality. Very… resonant.”

      ‎The dragon blinked. Slowly. Menacingly. Each blink felt like a drumbeat shaking the cosmic harp. “Then… tell the mortals to leave.”

      ‎I turned to the blade-dancer, who was still holding his sword like he was auditioning for a heroic statue. “Uh, yeah. Mr. Scales here says we should leave before he barbecues us. His words, not mine.”

      ‎The blade-dancer frowned. “That’s… oddly specific.”

      ‎“Yeah, well, dragons don’t do vague threats. They’re very detail-oriented. Probably have a customer service department tuned to complaints.”

      ‎The dragon snorted smoke, a discordant note that made the strings of the world shiver. “I do not.”

      ‎“See? He’s offended now. That’s a minor chord of rage right there.”

      ‎The blade-dancer looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re… negotiating with a dragon?”

      ‎“No, I’m translating his Yelp review of humanity. One star. Would not recommend trespassing.”

      ‎The dragon’s tail smashed into the ground, sending a tremor through the earth like a snapped string. “Translator. Tell them I am serious.”

      ‎I raised my hands. “Okay, okay! He’s serious. Like, symphony-ending serious. The kind of serious where you don’t test the limits unless you want to become crispy percussion.”

      ‎The blade-dancer hesitated, then lowered his sword. “Fine. We’ll retreat.”

      ‎The dragon’s eyes softened—well, as much as eyes the size of dinner plates can soften. The tension in the world’s strings eased into a calmer chord. “Good. Translator… you may stay.”

      ‎I froze. Wait. What?

      ‎The blade-dancer gawked. “Why you?”

      ‎“Apparently, I’m the only one here who can handle his… uh… communication needs. I’m basically the cosmic call center.”

      ‎The dragon leaned closer, its breath hot enough to melt my eyebrows. “Translator. You will serve me.”

      ‎And just like that, my grand ascension into divinity had been downgraded into an unpaid internship for a dragon—with the strings of fate playing the world’s most awkward soundtrack.

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        Sounds like a good story.
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          Thanks, please click the like button so the post doesn't get taken down by the dislikes. lol it'll be a good career path if my retirement doesn't pan out LoL
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        Very good start welldone
        Just remove that 'bones of the world'
        I feel like it would be better with strings of the world.

        I'm not really an author this is just my suggestion as a reader
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          Done
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