I’m Going to Rise as a Merchant Now That the Skill "Conversation" Lets Me Hear the Voices of All Things ~ It Seems This Iron Doesn't Want to Become a Sword ~
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Dyrel, the protagonist, hated communicating with people.
Every day, he would talk to the plants and ores lined up on his shelves.
Then one day, during the Goddess's Skill Bestowal Ceremony, he obtained the skill "Conversation," which allowed him to hear the voices of all things.
By listening to the voices of objects, Dyrel became able to determine what kinds of weapons, equipment, or items each one was best suited to become, and he began making a fortune as a merchant.
Rumors spread throughout the kingdom about incredibly high-quality, high-purity equipment and items appearing everywhere, but Dyrel couldn't have cared less.
He simply continued traveling wherever he pleased and selling goods however he pleased.
Before long, Dyrel came to possess enough influence to move even the heart of the nation itself, and he was eventually worshipped as the God of Merchants.
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Skill Bestowal
Communication sucks.
Talk to someone one-on-one, and there'll always be misunderstandings.
Talk to a crowd, and somehow I'll always end up being the bad guy.
Be in a large group, and I'll always be the one left out.
I'll say it as many times as it takes.
Communication sucks.
Objects, on the other hand, are wonderful. They don't talk. They don't say anything. They simply exist.
"... Beautiful."
I gazed at the plants and ores lined up on the shelves in my room.
No good. I couldn't stop grinning.
Ahh... why are you all so beautiful?
… If only I could talk with you. I'd be so happy. Haaah~...
As I was taking care of them, there was a sudden knock at the door, and someone walked in.
Well, I knew who it was without even looking.
"Hey, Dyrel! Today's the Skill Bestowal Ceremony, remember!? We've gotta get to the square already!"
The one who came in was my childhood friend, Lufen.
She was three years older than me, eighteen this year.
With a figure more mature than most adults and beauty far beyond what you'd expect from a small-town girl, she was basically the town's idol.
And since I didn't have parents, she'd also become my parental figure. Not that I asked for one.
"Lufen. At least wait for an answer before barging in. What if I had my lower half hanging out?"
"I’m already sick of seeing your dick since we were kids. More importantly, hurry up and get ready!"
Will you quit saying "dick" so casually? You're a girl your age, for crying out loud.
With a sigh, I got to my feet and threw on my jacket.
In this world, everyone received a skill from the Goddess during the year they turned fifteen.
I was curious what kind of skill I'd get.
Honestly, though, anything was fine. It's not like I was going to use it for anyone else's sake or anything that noble.
Lufen dragged me toward the town square.
There were six fifteen-year-olds in Anan Town altogether.
Apparently everyone else had already received their skills, because the only person in the square besides us was Priestess Hoplen.
"I'm sorry, Priestess. I brought the latecomer."
"It's quite all right, Lufen-san. Come now, Dyrel, this way."
… Haaah. Let's just get this over with.
I knelt before the priestess and closed my eyes.
I felt her place a hand on my head, followed by the sound of the holy scripture opening in her other hand.
"O’Lord. In the name of Priestess Hoplen, I ask that You grant this child Your blessing."
A few seconds passed.
Gradually, my chest grew warm... hotter...
Then, the next instant, something burst.
… What's this...?
"The bestowal of your skill has now been completed. Would you like me to explain the details?"
"... Nah, I'm good. Thanks, Miss Hoplen."
Perhaps it was part of the blessing, but I instinctively understood the skill's effects and how to use it.
The skill "Conversation."
It allowed me to hear the voices of all things... it was exactly what I'd always wanted.
"Hey, Dyrel. What kind of skill did you get? Come on, tell your Oneechan."
"Who says you're my sister?"
Still... why not give it a try?
Skill: Conversation. Activate.
I stared intently at Lufen's clothes.
At that moment…
(M-My body's gonna tear apart!! Her boobs are so huge I'm stretched sooo tight!!)
O... ohhh. Amazing. I could actually hear the clothes talking.
"Lufen, your chest got bigger again, didn't it? Your clothes are screaming that they're about to rip."
"Wha...!?"
Her face instantly turned bright red as she covered her chest.
She looked seriously furious, glaring daggers at me.
"D-Don't tell me... your skill lets you silently measure a girl's three sizes... or something!?"
"Don't be stupid. My skill's called 'Conversation.' I just listened to what your clothes had to say."
"... The 'Conversation' skill? Even though you hate talking to people?"
Talk about none of your business.
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