I Can Understand the Evil God's Whispers [Infinite]

An Qiu failed the Level 8 exam for the third time, got so angry that she dropped dead in the exam hall, and cursed with her dying breath, "Why can't you just let me understand every language?"

[Ding! Welcome to the Infinite Playground.]

[Your talent has been generated. Talent skill: [Eye of Babel]. Have fun playing!]

In the Infinite Playground, It was an indescribable mass of mist. It was a supreme power. Its whispers could drive people insane, and no one dared speak Its name.

The beginning of every instance was accompanied by the whispers of an evil god. Seeing how delicate An Qiu looked, the other players all mocked her. "I've seen plenty like her. She won't make it past the first whisper before she goes crazy."

They entered the instance, and a low voice rang out. The others clutched their faces in agony, rolled around on the ground, and bled from every orifice.

The evil god's whispers were truly terrifying!

An Qiu was baffled, because in her ears, the evil god's voice sounded lazy and cheerful. "Hello! Welcome to my playground. I'll briefly go over the rules. First, don't touch anything red. Second..."

An Qiu: "...Wait, none of you are listening to the rules?"

As it turned out, the elderly evil god diligently read out the rules every time. Unfortunately, nobody could understand them. Everyone who did went mad. (shrugs)

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The Infinite Game has one eternal law: no one may call It by name, because everyone who has tried has died.

An Qiu: "R'lyeh?"

The evil god's voice rang out at once. "Oh! Someone finally summoned me. When was the last time? Let me check. Hmm, exactly two hundred and thirty-six days ago. What can I do for you, brave young lady? ...Bla bla bla bla bla."

An Qiu: "..."

So whenever people called It, It just talked them to death!

*

Untold ages ago, It used an effort as small as lifting a feather to build an Infinite Playground. It granted them talents as gifts, inviting people from all parallel worlds to come and play.

Unfortunately, humans were no fun at all. They always died so quickly.

It peered through the mist at fragile lives. It was powerful, cold, and lonely. It spoke to them and watched them die one by one, like meaningless specks of dust.

Until one day, someone began responding to Its voice.

She said, "Evil god, you talk too much."

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A laid-back heroine who understands every language x a cheerful, secretly sinister evil god with a white-cut-black personality.

Theme: Everyone has the power to change the world.