God Confused Their Language Novels & Stories

We both stopped staring at each other and turned at the same time in the direction where the footsteps echoed What to do? What should we do!? "¡Huir! (Run away!)" he hardly whispered in my face. . I look at him dumbfounded, then it turns into a frown. Like what the heck dude!? I don't understand! Speak Leones! Or Hermes! That's the only language I know here! Be the bigger person and talk normally! Use a language that not only you would understand! Stop speaking in Feysac you little alien stranger!

Edward spoke, although I knew it was him I found it hard to tsp a difference into them. One of the creatures amongst them clicked its tongue, screeched and restarted having saliva spit on all our bodies in the process. It seemed very angry and I knew I had something to do with it but I could not work their language. I made sense of the reactions from it and none were kind.

I had even seen Odin sitting alone in that vast, empty hall. No matter what, I have to find him now. If not for that nightmare, I would never have realized how terrifying it is to be separated from him. But… why are the people around me looking at me so strangely? And they are clearly ordinary gods, yet their clothing and accents are so unusual. And none of them are fleeing from the enormous golden whale in the sky—what on earth is going on? After listening for a while, I confirmed that they were speaking the language of the gods. The grammar was the same, but aside from the word “Aesir,” I could barely understand anything else.

he murmured, his gaze unwavering. "I'm asking you a question. Why are you here? You're a rogue!" Julius snapped, his tone sharp as he kept his eyes off me. He exchanged words with his companions in a language Julius and I couldn't comprehend. I noticed his companion furrowing his brow, seemingly puzzled. "What are they saying?" I asked, hoping Julius might understand. "They're northerners. I don't understand their language," Julius replied. "But they seem to be planning an attack." "They have their own language too?" I asked in astonishment. "Is it a werewolf language?"

Thankfully, Zen was a fast learner. No, it wasn’t simply thanks to the reincarnation perk that Celine — God, gifted him. Goblins weren’t the smartest monsters. Everyone knew that across every universe. There were no instances when a goblin was depicted as an intelligent or fearsome final boss. Hence, their language reflected this simplicity. Gobo. That was the basis of all words in the goblin tongue. The gamer could understand why the royal scholars rejected the Baron’s research. Even Oritha would be able to figure this out in a matter of two days. It wasn’t very difficult to understand goblin words.

he cried, begging for his life while shedding sincere tears. Adolf was nonplussed. He could not understand what had just happened at all, especially since George had since switched to babbling in Yuzuean, a language he did not understand. Still, just because he found the conversation unintelligible, it did not mean he could not descry the little information he could with his eyes. He could glean the fear etched on George’s features. He could see how tearful and sincere he was as he begged for...something. It only added more to his incredulity. What was a demigod doing, begging Javier on his knees for anything?

“What is this place? Where am I?” “I want to go home.” “Is anybody here who can speak English?” “Hey! God of whatever, I didn’t ask for this!” The crowd voiced out their shock and confusion, gaping at the monument. Many spoke in different languages I wasn’t familiar with, though I heard Spanish, Japanese, and German. Someone in the crowd tried to calm them down, but everyone was bickering and baffling to know where they were. The language barriers had brought things worse. I understood how they felt. We were all taken from our homes and transported into this alien world. I had to keep my anxious nerves calm, knowing that panic wouldn’t help me anything. I must get away from this crowd before