The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 185

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 185 Chapter

59 Sloth

Hela watched as Frondier absorbed the fragments.

You idiot. That was her only impression.

Hella also knew about Frontier’s ‘black lotus’. I thought I would definitely absorb the fragments with that artifact.

However, the fragments of Helheim are not just liquid trapped in a glacier.

Helheim itself means a world, and its fragments refer to the passage connecting Helheim and this continent.

Unless the world of Helheim itself collapses, liquid will flow endlessly from the fragments.

‘Could it be that he knew that and tried to collect the liquid with his own body?’

Even so, you’re trying to absorb all that liquid. Hela frowned at Frondier’s actions.

You must have already tasted it on the wall. How is it affected in the process of absorbing the magic power of black monsters? It is not something that humans can tolerate.

Of course, it is strange that Frondier absorbed the black monster, but the fragments of Helheim do not stop there.

If the black monster was neutralized in its own way to acquire the structure of a monster, then the fragments are the original solution itself.

I would have expected that. You probably already know the pain.

Are you doing that again?

‘You’re either stupider than you can imagine or crazy than you can imagine.’

Hela saw all the liquid flowing from the glacier pouring into Frondier. That itself could certainly be seen as Frontier’s intention. he wanted it

And Selena cries out in front of Frondier, who is swallowed by the liquid.

‘Were you trying to save that woman?’

It’s strange. From the information I received, I heard that this man named Frondier has extremely narrow interpersonal relationships. He didn’t seem like a person worth sacrificing his life for.

Moreover, the sight of the rescued person crying and shouting Frondier’s name like that is very strange.

Developing affection between people has been both humanity’s greatest weapon and greatest weakness throughout the long history that began in mythology.

If Frontier had shown a deep love for someone, the gods would have targeted that person first. The power will work better than someone like Frondeer, who doesn’t have as much faith as a fingernail.

‘Well, now it’s meaningless.’

Covered in debris, Frontier is now completely hidden. By now, the souls of all the dead in Helheim are probably fighting to take over Frondier. In the meantime, the original Frontier soul will already be torn apart and no longer exist.

Unfortunately, if the soul becomes like that, Frondier cannot even come to Helheim, let alone Valhalla. That’s what real death is like.

Even Hela, who rules the underworld called Hel, does not know what awaits after the soul, not the body, is torn apart.

‘Let me take a moment.’

Hela closed her eyes once and opened them.

When Hela, who had briefly borrowed the view from humans, looked into her own eyes, she saw countless souls rushing towards Frondier’s body.

[As expected, they are fighting hard.]

Just because they were swallowed up by debris does not mean that all the dead will try to take Frondier’s body.

Most decent souls are somewhat satisfied with their lives in Helheim. Above all, I know that it is difficult to look good by coveting other people’s bodies.

The things that are rushing to take over Frontier’s body now are ghosts and ghosts.

They are ghosts and decaying souls who just want to get their lives back and have no purpose other than that.

However, even if they are miscellaneous ghosts, their number has already exceeded tens of thousands and has become unfathomable. In the meantime, not a trace of Frontier’s soul was felt.

[Still, it sure looks like you’re in good shape. It is a number that cannot be compared to the number that lusts for other bodies.]

Hela was honestly amazed at the number of miscellaneous ghosts pouring in like a wave. It is rare to see such a large number gathered at once. Even if Hella herself guided it, it would not be easy to gather this number.

The ghosts were killing each other by biting, scratching, and punching each other to take over their bodies.

However, if a ghost does not have proper consciousness, it loses its form, and miscellaneous ghosts in particular have a much worse tendency to do so. Some die from each other’s wounds, and some mix and stick together. From there, a monster that cannot be considered a soul or a ghost is created.

It is impossible for ghosts and the like to remain sane while being swallowed up in each other’s consciousness. You can’t expect proper reason or thinking from a monster born out of a fusion.

Since all consciousness is mixed together, that is, it is not conscious.

Since all thoughts are contained, that is, there is no thinking.

Because they want to take action in all directions, that is, they do not act.

As a result, the soul that takes over Frondier’s body will become an idiot, unable to do anything human-like, let alone act like Frondier. It is the end of the ghost.

[Slowly.]

The miscellaneous spirits all mixed up, stopped fighting, formed a lump, and repeated expansion and contraction. It felt like cheese gratin was bubbling.

The collection of ghosts that had become monsters repeatedly swelled and sank, but ultimately became smaller. It’s as if it’s adapting to Frontier’s body.

Hela shook her head. It was quite a sight to see, but I got tired of it quickly. Above all, it was a sight that Hella had seen many times. The number of ghosts trying to take over Frontier was much greater than before, but that was it.

‘I had some expectations since Baldur warned me so.’

what’s this.

I just watched a suicide show.

Of course, I would like to say that he was amazing for a human to be able to cross the barrier, reach the fragment, and destroy it, but it doesn’t mean much since Hela dragged him in that way in the first place.

[Then, shall we go back… Hmm.]

As Hela tried to look away, she inadvertently discovered something.

That was Frontier’s workshop.

‘Now that I think about it, they gathered people together and levitated them in the air. Avoid contact with debris.’

Hela took a brief look at the workshop.

A large building still floating in the air.

‘…no wait.’

Why is that building still floating?

Why does that building still exist in the first place?

That’s Frontier’s skill, right?

Now that Frontier is dead, why are we still—

‘!’

As her thoughts reached there, Hela looked at Frondier’s body again.

His body where souls are entangled and trying to take over.

Hela still can’t feel Frontier.

There is only one thing that explains the current phenomenon.

‘Are you still alive?’

* * *

Laurier asked in a nervous tone.

“A settlement that only I can do?”

To be honest, Laurier has nothing to give to Frontier right now.

I don’t have the confidence to bear the price of all these people’s lives.

‘No way.’

Laurie unconsciously pulled her arm forward a little.

There is something that naturally comes to mind when a man tells a woman to repay something. Moreover, Laurier knew her appearance well.

That’s why I live my daily life wearing a mask of an ordinary and simple face. Because her natural appearance is so striking and easily remembered.

“If you say my body is the purpose,”

“No.”

It was an immediate answer. Frontier spoke as if he had expected such a misunderstanding.

Laurier pouted as she felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Then what is it?”

“I will present two conditions, so agree to them.”

“…Listen and judge.”

Laurie tried to act strong for no reason. For some reason, I felt like I was going to get Frondier’s murderous gaze again, but Frondier didn’t bother to ask and raised a finger.

“First, answer honestly what I ask.”

Laurier frowned. The first condition is formidable.

Since Laurier is a member of the Dark Department, there are naturally many secrets that must be kept hidden. If you go around blowing all those things, it’s worse than just dying alone.

Even if their lives are worth the price, if any information is revealed, the secretariat itself may collapse.

“…no.”

“Be more specific. If it’s information you want to hide, you don’t have to answer. But if you answer, it means don’t lie.”

This time his head was tilted. Hide what you want to hide, but if you say something, don’t lie.

“Then shouldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? “How do you know if I’m hiding something or not?”

An obvious question. Frondier smiled at that.

“that’s right. “That’s it.”

“…?”

“And the second condition.”

In front of Laurier, whose doubts were still unanswered, Frontier raised his next finger.

“The conversation you have with me from now on will be kept a secret until the grave. “No, keep it a secret even after death.”

When Laurier heard the conditions, he had a general understanding.

What Frontier wants is not the information from the shadow. I don’t know what he needs to know, but there is no need for Laurier to promise confidentiality in order to dig up information from the dark side.

Frondier has information that should not be revealed to others and wants to tell it to Laurier. In the process, Laurier’s knowledge is needed.

“…i get it.”

Aside from the difficulty of the conditions, Laurier became curious about the secret that Frondier told him to keep even after his death.

After hearing Laurier’s answer, Frondier cleared his throat.

“Then I’ll ask you first, about the hypnosis from last time.”

“Hypnosis yes.”

“Am I weakly affected by that hypnosis, or am I not affected at all? “I want to know this for sure.”

The corners of Laurier’s mouth twitched. His face showed that he really didn’t like this question.

However, according to the conditions, Laurier answered honestly.

“It didn’t catch me at all.”

“Has that ever happened before?”

“There was none. Not once. “There were times when it ‘didn’t work out,’ but that was the first time I felt like I was ‘missing the mark.’”

Frondier put his hand to his chin. Those eyes that seemed to be thinking about something went well with the languid face. I don’t like it though.

“This is one family.”

After a while, as if he had finished thinking, Frondier opened his mouth.

“If the reality of the object is mistaken for its appearance, does the hypnosis go astray?”

“…? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Laurier could barely understand the question because Frondier spoke in such a roundabout way.

Frontier laughed bitterly. He let out a small sigh, as if he was giving up on something.

“So, that’s right. “If you say that the person in front of you is not actually Frontier.”

“…?”

This time, I spoke too directly, so Laurier was delayed in understanding. She frowned as if wondering if he was saying something crazy, but as she looked into Frondier’s eyes for a moment, her eyes grew wider.

“Will your hypnosis go astray? “Because I am not a frontier.”

The question soon gave me chills, and goosebumps appeared all over my body.

Laurier’s fingertips trembled. She felt as if she had caught a glimpse of the unknown fear of Frondier that she had been feeling all along. I had to avoid getting caught, but it wasn’t easy to manage my facial expressions.

“You said it was a family. “If so.”

“Assuming…”

“And the second condition. “You didn’t forget, right?”

Never disclose this information. Laurier clearly understood this meaning and nodded several times.

And I thought for a moment. Anyway, I have to answer the question. It was such a unique process that I needed a moment of imagination.

But the answer came quickly.

“There is a possibility.”

“okay?”

“I say my hypnosis is hypnosis, but it is ultimately magic. It’s about manipulating the other person by making strong hints. “Because the process and application are similar to hypnosis, it is called hypnosis for convenience.”

Frondier nodded. I knew that Laurier’s hypnosis was different from what was commonly thought of.

Normal hypnosis couldn’t be that powerful or work that instantaneously. More than anything, I felt the mana emerging from those eyes.

“My hypnosis is about reaching the other person’s soul. “If it were a different soul than the assumed one, hypnosis would not be able to reach it.”

Is that why you felt like you ‘went astray’? Laurie muttered as if something suddenly occurred to her without speaking. Although it was said to be a hypothetical story, Laurier already completely believed Frondier’s words.

“All applications of hypnosis are possible?”

“okay. More accurately and reliably than hypnosis. “It was also through that application that I created a fake personality.”

“Of course.”

Frontier smiled.

He will soon face God. A being called a god who knows significantly more than humans and can see into the distance. You have to fool those eyes.

There is only one thing possible for Frontier now.

Responding with information that not even God knows. Just like when I encountered Thanatos one day, I guessed his name.

“Do you know what it is called ‘out of body’?”

* * *

The liquid debris that had poured down on Frondier spread widely again.

Selena flinched at the sight and took a step back. If she touches it, she too will die.

But when I looked closely, it looked a little different from the fragment from before.

‘…This is black heaven.’

All the magic and will of the fragments, as well as countless hordes of ghosts and souls invisible to Selena. It was a black liquid with all those things drained out of it.

In other words, everything was now swallowed up by Frondier’s body.

When Frondier appeared, his eyes were empty. There was no expression on his face. It seemed as if all his muscles had completely let go, and his open eyes simply looked towards the sky.

“…Mr. Frontier….”

Selena called him in a tearful voice. Not only the voice but also the eyes have already become bright.

Frondier died to protect her.

I don’t know what changes have occurred in Frontier’s mind in the meantime. Perhaps the change in Frontier’s emotions was greater than the change in Selena’s own emotions.

That’s why Frontier sacrificed himself. To save Selena. Selena could not bear that weight.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Frontier… I am Mr. Frontier…”

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, Selena lowered her head. Tears flowed from my tightly closed eyes.

He grew up as an assassin in Cape Bay and met Frontier as the first man he faced. When we first met, Frondier was scary, arrogant, and self-willed, but he had the judgment and strength to handle it on his own.

In addition, he has the observation skills to foresee Selena’s situation and the great courage to take advantage of Mangot.

And now Frondier gave up everything to save Selena Hana.

While Selena was thinking…

[…You guy. Where have you been?]

In a world where Selena cannot see or hear.

Hela widened her eyes when she saw the man in front of her.

The man had an unmistakably relaxed and peaceful face. When I heard from other gods, I heard that he was a very annoying and unlucky person, and I clearly understood why everyone said that.

“I fell asleep for a moment.”

Frontier said: He looked down at his hands. The feeling of becoming a spirit was a little strange. I wondered if my hand would become translucent and I could see the other side, but that didn’t happen.

Frondier looked at his body. A collection of miscellaneous ghosts. The countless miscellaneous ghosts were killing each other and clumping together, so now they were just one. The one thing that can’t do anything.

While the demons were fighting, Frondier, who was not inside the body, just watched leisurely without any injuries.

[You were sleeping…?]

Hela revealed her displeased face.

What Frontier did was the method of ‘out of body’. How to separate the soul from the body.

In this world where places like Valhalla, Nether and Hell exist, the existence of ‘soul’ is already clear.

However, leaving the body is not something that can be easily accomplished. It is almost impossible to do alone, and a helper must accurately recognize the soul within the body.

And only by separating them in an incredibly meticulous way can both soul and body be separated without harm.

─If not that.

The soul and body were already separate from before.

“If you hear about me from the gods, isn’t this usually the first information you hear?”

Frondier laughed fearlessly.

It is too clear and precise to be a soul that just came out of the body, with perfect will and ego.

“He’s a very, very lazy guy.”