The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 551

Episode 551

Episode 149: Niflheim (2)

Frondier approached one of the still humans.

The pupils are frozen and there is no breathing. I lightly touch the face, but it is cold.

“···These are all giants?”

“Yeah, I told you, Frontier. It’s the same wherever you go. The giants in mythology all look like this.”

Those who rebelled against God. That’s what we learned in Constell and it’s not that different in reality. The only difference is that those who rebelled against God were actually on our side.

But in the end they are losers.

Those who are trapped in Pantemonium and suffer endless pain.

“Is this how it looks wherever I go?”

“Yes, your guess was correct. All giants are humans. No exceptions.”

“······”

“What did you expect? Well, let me tell you about the famous giants. Surtr of Muspelheim? The giant who will burn the world at Ragnarok? A giant sword that will split the world in half with one swing? No, that’s not it. Surtr is a human too. A defeated human at that. The one who was ‘the first’ to be defeated by the gods, nothing more, nothing less.”

Surtr, a famous name in Norse mythology, a giant who existed to burn the world.

But that is just a myth, a common exaggeration created for fear.

Frondi asked:

“···Then what about King Arthur or Joan of Arc? They are revered as heroes.

Belphegor closed his eyes deeply and sighed.

“Frondior, they died the right way, that alone is lucky.”

“······”

“Why would the gods call giants heroes? From the gods’ perspective, giants are nothing but detestable enemies. However, they have achieved such great feats that they deserve to be admired by humans that it is no longer possible to call them that.”

King Arthur and Joan of Arc were not defeated in the Pantheon. They met a pure death.

That is why humans worship them as heroes. Ironically, it is because they have confirmed their deaths.

There are only a very few giants who are revered as heroes by humans. They are those who have accomplished such great feats that it is impossible for the gods to degrade them.

“Most of them end up like this. Frontier. That’s what a giant is. Remember, the name itself was hateful from the beginning.”

giant·

Under God, humans who grew up without knowing the subject

That is why the gods called them giants.

Making us believe that giants are enemies of humans.

Belphegor said:

“Have you seen enough? Let’s go, time is running out.”

“Should we just keep going like this?”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Belphegor took a step closer to Frondier.

“Will you listen to their complaints and grievances one by one? Will you enter each and every one of their pantheons?”

Belphegor speaks with the eyes of the devil.

No, that doesn’t mean anything right now.

He was right.

“Give up, Frontier. This is a waste of time.”

“···Are they all dead?”

“Yeah, he died.”

“Even if I re-enter, can I still survive?”

“···ha·”

Belphegor sighed in relief.

“You really do like humans. I never thought I would see you so ignorant of reality.”

Belphegor said this and approached one of the humans who was standing still.

“I will personally open your eyes.”

Belphegor said so,

Phew─!

He raised one hand and struck the human body.

The orbit was completely uncontrolled and extremely violent.

“Belphegor!”

Selena shouted:

After Belphegor struck, the human crumbled to ashes and sank to the ground.

“···!”

“Frondior, I didn’t use my aura just now. You can see from what I’m saying. Even if a child was hit by this attack, it would at most make them cry.”

Frondior looked at Belphegor without answering.

It was a bitter look.

“This body rotted long ago. It’s just frozen because it’s so cold here. Why can’t you accept what’s obvious?”

Only the soul enters Pantemonium, the body remains here.

An absurd amount of time has passed. The body cannot be alive.

“Or maybe you want to re-enter the Pantemonium? Unfortunately, they don’t have the information you like so much. You already know it.”

Belphegor’s words are cold, but Frondi also agrees.

That is why Frondier does not refute.

“let’s go·”

Belphegor turned his back and said,

“We have to save Atjie.”

Yes,

That’s right.

Frontier came to save Atjie.

I can’t be tied down by people I’ve never seen before.

Besides, didn’t you say it wasn’t available in the first place?

‘at least·’

Frontier once again took in all the humans who had stopped.

‘Let’s write it down·’

To register them in the workshop·

The original record archive was a weaving and archiving facility that existed to record everything.

In order not to forget the fight they had in the distant past,

“···good·”

After registering all of that, Frondier took his steps.

I walked slowly and looked around the workshop to check who was registered.

Towering·

And the steps stopped shortly afterwards.

“Lord Frontier?”

“···Same person·”

“yes?”

“In my workshop, there are already these people”

Frontier can see the whole thing through the workshop skill.

After the workshop became the subject of weaving, he learned that the workshop had a basement.

And the numerous stone statues I saw underground.

‘How did this happen?’

Frondier put one hand to his mouth. A habit that comes up when he thinks.

‘I found out when I met Joan of Arc that my workshop has the characteristic of inheriting skills.’

What the previous weaving skill holder left behind is passed on to the next holder. In fact, it may be natural considering the nature of the record archive. If everything is scattered when the holder dies, there is no point in keeping the records.

So, in the basement of the workshop, there were many stone statues that Frondia had never registered.

And those who are here are part of it.

‘I thought this was the place to register heroes?’

Of course, Frondia doesn’t know all the identities of the stone statues in the workshop basement.

However, all the people he identified were famous heroes, such as King Arthur, Merlin, Bellerophon, Roland, etc.

But even these were in that statue?

“They’re already in the workshop?”

There Belphegor asked, Frondi nodded.

“Yeah. If they were just defeated by God, it’s strange that they’re registered in my workshop. There are quite a few registered, but they’re not just putting anyone in.”

Frondier suddenly felt something strange as he spoke and looked at Belphegor.

“No, I wanted to ask you that last time we fought, how do you know how to weave?”

Belphegor just spoke as if he knew the workshop.

If you think about it, he already knew about weaving. When he first met and fought Frondi, he immediately recognized Frondi’s weaving.

How does Belphegor know weaving? It is a skill that no one in modern times knows, although it may have been known in the past.

“Well, I saw it.”

But Belphegor shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

“You saw it?”

“Yeah, I saw one of the giants use it in the past, but not like you.”

As he said that, Belphegor touched his forehead with his finger as if recalling a memory.

“The giant used the weaving as a virtual space. He drew a unique magic circle and placed objects made of weaving on it. Then, when he activated the magic circle later, the things he had registered as weaving inside it would appear again.”

“···ah!”

Frondier shouted, knowing what was going on.

It’s Mangot. The Menosorpho that I found in Mangot. I restored it and activated it, and I was able to meet Joan of Arc.

‘That’s right. Joan of Arc died a long time ago, but she appeared before me again. It was the power of weaving.’

Joan of Arc said that it was the power of weaving that allowed her to reappear.

Although she can only do very limited things and cannot leave the magic circle, Joan of Arc has clearly reappeared.

‘I can’t do that yet. I don’t know how.’

But if that’s the power of weaving, then of course Frondia is possible too.

There are levels in weaving.

However, that leveling up didn’t happen for a very long time. It seemed like growth had stopped.

Up until now I thought I had reached the end of the level and left it alone, but looking at this situation, it is clear that there is more to come.

There are conditions for leveling up that have not been achieved yet.

‘if·’

Frontier saw the smartwatch. This guy has also become useless for a long time.

Could there be a hint about weaving in this?

‘···That can’t be·’

But the smartwatch didn’t respond at all and nothing changed.

It was still a useless thing.

“Hey Belphegor, where did you meet that giant?”

“You mean the giant that used that weaving? Well, it wasn’t a particularly special place. I just remember it was a blacksmith shop somewhere.”

Belphegor frowned just thinking about it because it was so long ago.

“smithy?”

“Yeah, I was making some kind of weapon.”

“How could you, a demon, see that?”

“Those guys didn’t even know I was a demon. And at the time, humans didn’t have time to care about demons.”

Well, demons are indistinguishable from humans, while their wings are hidden, and Frondia has used that to her advantage many times.

“You didn’t have time to worry about the devil, because of God?”

“That’s right. There’s no room to restrain the devil when fighting against God. And from the devil’s perspective, there’s no reason to interfere with humans fighting against God. That’s why there was no interference.”

“So what kind of weapon were you making?”

“I don’t know the name. It looks like a spear.”

Heart pounding

When Frondi heard those words, his heart sank for a moment.

I ask again, trying to remain calm.

“···Do you remember that giant’s name?”

“Hmm·”

Belphegor folded his arms and lowered his eyes.

A voice that flows out without any meaning

“His name was probably… Loki.”

* * *

snake·

I couldn’t express it any other way.

There is nothing else to describe in particular.

A dark green body, reptilian eyes, a flickering tongue, and a long, slit mouth.

It’s a snake.

Just that,

“···Wow, wow, wow, wow, it’s so big…”

It is just an overwhelming size that will dry up even Cybel’s admiration.

“Hello, do you have a name?”

[you·]

The snake interrupts Cybel and says:

[How did you get here?]

“Huh?”

Cybel asked back:

“How come? You were the one who brought me here?”

Cybel recalled the situation up to that point.

A snake suddenly appeared above King Palma’s head.

The king was distressed by this, so he shot fire at it, but it did not work, so he caught the snake with his bare hands.

What appeared right after that was this sea here and that snake.

[Me? No way·]

The snake shook its head. The leisurely movement stirred the wind.

[I was just trying to kill you·]

“···Oh, that’s right·”

Cybel kept her mouth shut, not knowing what to say.

‘You tried to kill me, but somehow I ended up in this realm.’

Cybel asked:

“By the way, how did you try to kill him?”

[Of course, it’s Eclectic.]

Cybel blinks at those words.

Eclectis·

It’s a word I’ve heard before.

After the chaos in the city of Palma last time, Frondia explained:

···But, what did you say······

“ah·”

Cybel nodded as if he had realized something.

“Here it is, Pantemonium!”

[···I didn’t know that·]

The snake’s eyes were free of composure.

The snake tilted its head as if it really didn’t understand.

[So you’re saying that you resisted Eclectis without even realizing it? Without knowing the form of your own soul?]

I don’t know the form of the soul.

Yes, Eclectus was the power of the soul.

You can only use that power if you are aware of your own soul.

It’s clear that Frondi said so.

Cybel smiled faintly.

“I’m on the lucky side!”