The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 2

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 2 Chapter

1 Human Sloth Frontier (1)

The next day.

There was a small commotion during class.

“Look at that…”

“This doesn’t make sense…”

Everyone looked at each other with disbelief on their faces and eyes, whispering and glancing at me.

“Frondier de Roach…!”

Stay awake!

“….”

All the students’ eyes seem to say that.

Have you really never opened your eyes during class, Frontier? That’s great in its own right.

“Then, if you look at the next screen…”

The teacher also looked quite embarrassed that I was awake.

But there is no choice. Because it was my father’s name.

If you are not in the top 10 in overall score at Constel, you will be excommunicated.

Constel refers to this school… the same academy… the same school that I am currently attending.

Anyway, it’s like an educational institution.

While other schools generally build knowledge and culture, Constell also provides combat training to fight monsters. Because of this, it is very intense and difficult.

You must not only study well, but also excel in your role as a combatant.

You have to clear those two things very well to be in the top 10 in overall score.

For Frontier, this is a daunting task.

Come to think of it, while playing the game, Frontier disappears at some point without anyone noticing. I thought he was just forgotten, but he was excommunicated.

Did you sleep knowing you would be excommunicated? Did you really think you would be excommunicated?

The overall grade is a score that combines written and practical scores.

In this body that has neither divine power nor proper magic, I need to get the maximum score possible on the written exam. So it was natural that I was concentrating in class.

Of course, the ultimate goal is to clear the game, but the position of the Roach family is important, so excommunication is difficult.

For a bastard named Frontier, the title of prestigious noble is one of the few advantages.

Without this, it becomes even more impossible to beat this game with Frondier.

‘Even so.’

I’m sleepy.

As if Frontier’s habits and poor physical strength had taken hold of me, I was falling into a sleep that was difficult to shake off. I always sleep at this time.

Suddenly, it wasn’t that difficult to concentrate in class. Above all, I have no idea what the things written on the blackboard mean.

In this situation, I could say that I, who was taking classes for the first time after only playing games, and Frondier, who always sleeps, were similar in this situation.

‘…where.’

I remembered Frontier’s skills.

Weaving.

I don’t know if this will work.

I tried weaving into what the teacher wrote on the board.

The words written on the blackboard came into my mind clearly.

Even if you don’t understand the content, the content is saved as if it were a photo.

‘This is worth using.’

At this point, the contents of the book were also saved in the workshop.

I stopped taking notes. Because there is no need for that. Instead, I focused on the teacher’s explanation.

What you write on the blackboard is automatically saved and can be reviewed later at any time.

When I stopped writing, the strange looks at me from those around me subsided.

It seems like they think I stopped writing because I was lazy.

Even the teacher seemed to have calmed down. Then the face seemed to say yes.

Why do you say that?

* * *

Even if you put time and effort into writing, the problem is practical skills.

The barrier to practical skills is too high for Frondier, who has no significant skills or magic, let alone divine power.

The only thing I can rely on is weaving, so what can I do with it?

‘It is a copy that is invisible and cannot interfere with reality.’

This skill is most likely the main cause of Frontier’s laziness. He’s probably already done something special to be able to use this skill.

Nevertheless, the situation can be said to be hopeless as it means that they gave up without finding a useful corner.

“…?”

While walking down the hallway thinking about weaving.

I saw a woman coming this way from over there.

The sound of leaves rustling outside the window.

Sunset-colored hair, big eyes, and eyes colored like a lake.

Every time she takes a step, the atmosphere pouring out of her eyes saturates the entire landscape.

She slowly approached me without even looking at me.

──I knew who it was right away.

It’s hard not to notice just by looking at that beautiful appearance.

Elodie.

Elodie de Inies Richae.

The child loved by the five gods is now before me.

Elodie is a character with no talent in the Etius game.

Just one sentence, ‘I am loved by the five gods,’ can represent her deceitfulness.

The only regret is not being the protagonist’s companion.

As you play, the protagonist will reject no matter how many offers you make to him as a companion. The reason is also not revealed.

Still, it is certain that she is a trustworthy ally as she will be positioned as one of the most important roles in the military in the future.

One of the few named characters that gives players peace of mind in Etius, where all kinds of people live.

…But that’s the story when I was the main character.

I am Frontier.

You probably don’t know Elodie, and you probably won’t hear good things about her if you know her.

There are many students who originally dislike Frontier. His grades are miserable and his behavior is negligent.

He is just a lazy child who uses the name of a prestigious family as a shield and does nothing. That’s Frontier’s reputation and that’s the truth.

On the other hand, Elodie, whose sincerity and example are like a textbook for other students. From her perspective, my existence would be an abomination itself.

…That’s why I’m not the main character.

Let’s just quietly pass by.

“…Frondier.”

I tried to quietly pass by, but I was stopped.

I saw Elodie.

Elodie turned her angry eyes towards me.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

I have something to say.

Do you know me?

I can’t bear to say that, so I watch in silence, and I hear the sound of teeth grinding together.

“…How do I feel about you?”

The moment Elodie muttered something,

something was seen flying out the window to her right.

The front of the baseball—

I moved my hand without realizing it. It was almost at the same time that the woman moved her hand.

Cheonggang-!

The window was broken by a flying baseball. In front of the glass shards falling along with the ball, I weaved

Frondier’s unique skill,

Weaving

Workshop Rank 3

– a regular

iron shield

or the shield that Frondier had saved first, and held it out.

I realized it only after doing it.

‘Oh you idiot.’

Since this is just a fantasy, there is no use in stopping it

.

Just as that thought passed by, the baseball and a piece of glass were immediately engulfed in flames.

It seemed as if all the flying force had been consumed by the flames, and it lost its strength and fluttered around like flower petals.

‘Wow…’

This is not what I did.

Elodie’s right hand reached out toward the glass piece, and her eyes and hair suddenly turned red. She set it all on fire in an instant.

The pieces of glass and baseball burned by Elodie’s flames lost their strength and fell.

At that moment, only a few pieces of glass stick to or rub against your clothes

!

“her?”

“…uh?”

The woman and I voiced similar questions.

Baseballs and pieces of glass bounced in the air.

My hand and her entire body were hit by no single piece of glass.

‘It didn’t just fly out of thin air. My shield…’

The shield blocked the glass fragments. My shield must be just a fantasy.

“…Um, thank you. Frontier. “I don’t know how they did it, but…”

Elodie didn’t understand.

That way, she won’t be able to see my shield.

However, he is very sincere in expressing his gratitude to me.

“But what! Did you see it too? “Even if you didn’t stop it, my fire would-”

After that, she started talking about something, but my nerves were somewhere else.

“…are you listening to that? “It’s a bit embarrassing.”

I thought about the situation from a little while ago again.

Apparently my shield blocked the glass and the baseball.

“Can you just say something?”

In other words, weaving is not completely an illusion. If the conditions are right, we can intervene in reality.

The conditions are not yet known. But knowing that you can intervene is more important than anything else.

“Hey, there’s nothing to ignore like that!”

I felt the slightest shiver.

I clenched my fists and walked down the hallway step by step.

I felt like I had found a faint way out of this manga game that seemed to have no answer.

The sunlight briefly hit my face beautifully.

“hey!!!”

* * *

“Ayat.”

I got hit in the head with a baseball again. He tapped my head, picked up the ball that rolled to the side, and stroked my head.

“I thought it was definitely true.”

I am currently experimenting with some weaving.

The entity that blocked those fragments must have been the shield I woven.

Then I thought.

Could it be that this skill is an incredible thing that becomes real instead of a fantasy when the caster is in danger?

To check it out, I cloned the shield and threw a baseball at it. Then point the shield upward while the baseball falls over your head.

…But there was nothing like that either.

A baseball that passes through the shield beautifully and hits me in the head.

Actually, if it was such an expedient game, I would have beaten it a long time ago.

“How can I use it in real life?”

Clearly, the fact that the glass fragments were blocked is real.

All of these situations are proof that my weaving has come to fruition.

But I don’t know how.

“Ugh, I’m tired.”

I was half-lying on a chair and feeling helpless.

Not only did I have mood issues, but I was really exhausted.

Is this a reaction to using too much weaving?

“No, why are you making people tired when you don’t even show up in reality?”

While mumbling like a complaint.

…I know?

Why am I tired?

What is this strange feeling of helplessness?

Such questions passed through my head one after another.

I raised my upper body from where I was lying down.

“…Is it mana?”

Just as the game Etius has skills and magic, of course there is mana.

Of course, as a Frontier, I would have it too.

However, since I am not a human from this world, I do not know the sense of mana.

However, if my current feeling of helplessness is due to mana.

‘Weaving’ is a skill that uses mana.

In other words, it’s close to magic.

‘Recall your memories. What was mana in Etius? ‘What was the concept of magic?’

Etius’s magic is not a material concept.

Concept of phenomenon.

Whether shooting fire, throwing ice spears, or building mud walls, none of them can continue to exist in reality.

If the caster cancels the spell or the mana runs out, it all disappears.

A naturally occurring forest fire continues to burn until it is extinguished or until there is nothing left to burn, but a flame created by a wizard, even if it spreads into a forest fire, disappears when all mana is used up.

So, when I found out that Frontier’s weaving had no effect on reality, I was disappointed but also convinced.

Although magic may seem omnipotent at first glance, it has clear limitations.

It can burn, freeze, and collapse.

You can’t make something that didn’t exist exist.

Even if it’s a replica.

‘You have to change your thinking. In the first place, the idea of trying to create something in an empty space is wrong. That’s impossible.You can’t make a shield.’

What you need is not material.

phenomenon.

Just as a wizard creates a ‘burning phenomenon’ when he creates fire.

If it’s a sword, it’s a ‘cutting phenomenon’.

If it’s a shield, it’s a ‘blocking phenomenon’.

Swish –

I threw the baseball up.

At the timing when it falls on my head, I use

Frontier’s unique skill

, Weaving Workshop,

Rank 3

– Regular

Iron Shield

. I’m not making the shield itself.

Creating the ‘phenomenon of blocking attacks with a shield’.

Just for one moment.

Taang!

The sound was light, and the baseball bounced off the shield, changed its trajectory, and fell.

“…done.”

It only appears in reality at the moment you block it.

Even if it is only a moment, reality is reality.

I trembled from a small emotion.