The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 530

Academy’S Weapon Replicator 530

Chapter 144: Moirai (5)

Frondier saw that the surroundings were completely erased and saw the giant.

The fallen giant had a hole left where it had been pierced by the weapon. He wasn’t bleeding, but he looked like he was in enough pain.

Moreover, he is so thin that his skin and bones are rough and there is almost no blood. If this were not the appearance of the soul, Frondier would have been judged dead as well.

‘The appearance of the soul was probably influenced by one’s own will. He had suffered from being stabbed by a blade for a long time without being able to eat or drink, so it was natural for this to happen.’

If Ragnarok has been suffering for such a long time, the chances of this giant being resurrected are hopeless. Even if he was a giant, he was originally human.

But there remains a spark of hope in Frontier.

When Frontier left the Pantemonium just recently, there was a distinct sense of discomfort.

‘I thought I spent 10 minutes in the Pantemonium, but when I left, an hour had passed.’

This is a fact that Selena herself told us. Moreover, even if she is not, she can tell right away by looking at the situation when Frondier returned.

Frontier arrived much later than they expected.

Time cannot be measured within the Pantemonium. Therefore, the ‘10 minutes’ that Frontier thought of was nothing more than a intuition. There will definitely be errors.

However, no matter how much time has passed, you will not mistake the fact that an hour has passed as if it has only been 10 minutes.

‘If the flow of time is different here and outside.’

And if the difference is greater than expected, the time the giant is here may not be as long as time itself.

It may still be a long enough time, but Frondier believes that the giant will be able to endure.

Also, the fact that the flow of time is different is not a perfect expression.

‘This is the world of the soul. A world where only two souls exist. Rather than saying that time flows differently, the perception of time may be different.’

This is just an assumption.

It may not be that time passes differently, but that the soul perceives things differently. The soul is more insensitive to the speed at which time passes, so actual time passes faster than the sense of time one feels.

This is especially true because there is nothing here that can prove time. In other words, we are mistaking the flow of time.

There is no evidence for this speculation, but it is much more plausible than the idea that time speeds are different on one side and the other.

“So it’s not too early to give up, giant.”

Frondier laid the giant downright. Even if I looked closely, I couldn’t tell who it was. However, he was very tall and his hair was dark red.

His facial features were clear and powerful, but he was so thin that his tall stature was now as ungainly as a long reed. Things will change once I get my health back.

“Then how do I wake up?”

Frondier examined the man’s body closely.

There were still stab wounds on his body from the blade, but no blood was flowing. In fact, this is not reassuring, but rather terrible, because there will probably be blood at first.

They say pantemonium is a battle of the soul, but the pain is real. If this giant was human, it would have bled when injured. Even if it’s not real blood.

The reason why blood is not flowing now is because enough has already been shed and the giant no longer recognizes it.

‘If this is the case, I don’t think it will happen no matter what I do right in front of my eyes.’

Like Athena, it is possible to wake up with the intensity of light only when it stays for a short time, but it is difficult to wake up a soul that is no different from being dead for such a long time.

‘Soul… ‘Soul.’

Frondier was lost in thought for a moment.

When it comes to the soul, Frontier understands it better than most humans. The mana of Helheim that he possesses is the power he gained by defeating the soul.

And recently, Frontier has realized that his Eclexis is stronger than others. No, rather than being strong, it seems like they have a natural enemy relationship.

He saw people dying under his power in real life. Even though this was not what Frontier was aiming for, he gained the power to kill his opponent if he made even the slightest mistake in controlling his power.

‘… The most important thing this time is aiming.’

Fron Deer lifted his finger and placed it on his forehead. This in itself had no special meaning, it was just to focus his mind. And he also wished me well. Of course, he doesn’t believe in God, so this prayer is addressed to himself.

Come to your senses and do it right.

“There is no malice. Really.”

The spirit of the giant is here. It didn’t go away.

That doesn’t mean it has disappeared. He only fell asleep for a moment.

Is he asleep, passed out, unconscious, or in a coma?

Well, no matter what words you use, the important thing is that he is not dead yet.

There is only one thing Frontier can do to awaken this spirit.

Instilling fear.

‘If you do something wrong, you will really die. ‘It’s a dangerous method.’

Frondier hoisted his own Ecclesis, and slowly headed towards the giant. His hand, which he was trying to suppress as much as possible, trembled slightly.

The tension in Fron Deer’s eyes, mouth, and cheeks completely disappears, and like a man who has lost his face, Fron Deer looks straight at the giant.

His ecclexis became infinitely thin and soft, like a curtain. Curtains that are so light and thin that they wave. Frondier very slowly brings the curtain closer to the giant from above.

And when the edge of the curtain brushed the giant’s thigh.

“──Roheook!”

The giant finally stood up noisily, as if he had seen a ghost.

“Sigh, cough! Cough!”

And then he coughed loudly.

“Chulk, hulk, hulk, hulk, huh, huh!”

And he did for a really long time too.

Frondier quietly watched the scene.

The giant naturally recognized Frondier next to him, and raised his hand as if he were sorry.

“S-sorry, sorry! Cough! Let me say hello first! Cough! I have to… !”

“It’s okay. “Please take your time.”

“Why am I coughing like this… !”

“Well, you haven’t been breathing for a long time.”

Of course, I didn’t expect Frondier to cough, but I could understand why he was coughing.

In fact, I’m glad I’m just coughing.

After some time had passed and the coughing seemed to have subsided, Frondier asked.

“Are you in any pain?”

“Are you in pain?”

“A body or something.”

Only after Fron Deer had said that far did he realize that he had said it for no reason.

“Body… ? Oh! “aaah!”

A giant who screams only after seeing a hole in his body.

The soul is really annoying. Frondier thought.

“Calm down. This is Pantemonium. “You know how to restore.”

“Pantemonium? I see… !”

The man seemed to gradually understand the situation. As he frowned and closed his eyes, the wound gradually began to heal.

My method of restoration is different. Frondier thought leisurely.

“Whoa… I’m sorry. I’m late to say hello. “I am Sigurd.”

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“… Sigurd?”

“Do you know me?”

Frondier opened his mouth as a name he had never thought of came out.

The sword ‘Gram’ owned by his father, Ampere. The original owner of that sword is Sigurd. Truly one of the great heroes of Norse mythology.

‘Couldn’t even Sigurd defeat the gods in the Pantemonium?’

For Frondier, it was more shocking that this hero lost than the fact that he met Sigurd.

Well, the fact that Ragnarok failed means that the human side lost, so all the heroes he knew were defeated. However, losing in Pantemonium has a slightly different meaning, and seeing it actually happen in front of your eyes feels different.

“But who are you? “How are we here?”

Sigurd asked. It was an obvious question.

“My name is Frontier de Roach. “I came here to meet you.”

“… To meet me? “How did you get into Pantemonium?”

“Hmm. “Just think of it as my ability.”

At those words, Sigurd opened his mouth this time.

“Entering the Pantemonium is an ability? I’ve never heard of such an ability. “If there had been someone like that, our war would have been won more easily!”

Sigurd was filled with disbelief and sadness at the same time.

“… My ecclexis specializes in just this. About entering the Pantemonium.”

Of course, that wasn’t actually the case, but Frondier told a small lie to convince Sigurd.

The power to enter Pantemonium without any other abilities. Put it this way, principles and logic aside, it seems somewhat fair. If the balance seems right at first glance, you can accept it even if you don’t know the mechanism.

“Power just for that… I see…”

Sigurd was also convinced by the ‘fairness’.

“Then let me say thank you first. “Thanks to you, I was able to wake up from the pain.”

Sigurd lowered his head and spoke with serious eyes.

Then, his eyes turned to the side as if something was strange.

“… But I just woke up feeling incredibly scared. “I woke up thinking I was going to die if I stayed like this.”

“No way. “I guess it’s because of my mood.”

“How did you wake me up?”

“He woke up when I touched him lightly.”

I touched it lightly.

Although it wasn’t a hand.

“I guess you must have had a nightmare because Pantemonium continues to cause you pain.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s it.”

Sigurd nodded his head but did not seem to be convinced.

Fearing that he might guess the true identity of the fear, Frondier quickly changed the subject.

“I came here to get information.”

“Information. “Do you have anything to ask me?”

“Yes, first of all,”

“For a moment. Then I have something to ask you first. “Are you okay?”

“… By all means.”

At Frondier’s words, Sigurd looked at Frondier for a moment. I especially looked at his clothes. Frondier’s attire is clearly different from Sigurd’s.

Both in terms of design and technology.

After checking that, Sigurd asked.

“How much time has passed since I was defeated here?”

“… We don’t know exactly. But more time has passed than I can count.”

“Right.”

Sigurd nodded his head as if he understood it. He seemed determined from the beginning.

And next, Sirudur asked with trembling eyes.

“Then what happened to Ragnarok?”

“…”

“Have we won? You are human, right? So that means we won, right? Yes?”

Frontier paused for a moment.

He thought about what to do so as not to shock Sigurd, but he knew there was no point.

It is better to be clear.

Frondier shook his head deeply.

“If Ragnarok is about a war between humans and gods, it failed.”

“… “Failed?”

“Yes. “Many gods have retired from this land, but there are still gods who remain, and the gods who have retired still have a great influence on humans.”

Sigurd’s expression hardened at those words. His face was similar to when he was dead just a moment ago.

However, he immediately shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

“… Yeah, I see. Well, it was obvious that it would happen that way. “I had false expectations.”

“Were you prepared to lose?”

“It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was what it was.”

Sigurd nodded.

“I didn’t know that the world of Olympus would participate in the war.”