The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 442 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

Electives at Atlas were simply non-mainstream subjects that didn’t correspond to pro licenses or the ability to become a knight. In short, students were allowed to choose the subjects they wanted among these.

Of course, it wasn’t unlimited, and each subject had a quota. So, if you didn’t apply quickly, the popular subjects would quickly fill up, and you would have to choose another subject.

However, there was absolutely no need to worry about that with Combined Use Of Magic And Combat, the subject Frondier was going to teach this time.

“The number of students who selected it is 0……. This is a first.”

Frondier scratched his cheek.

The electives had already been decided by the students before he came to Atlas.

It was often the case that no one chose Combined Use Of Magic And Combat every semester. Occasionally, one or two students would choose it because they couldn’t choose a popular subject, or they just wanted to kill time.

Furthermore, the original teacher in charge of this subject was not motivated, so the popularity of the subject declined even further.

‘This is because students feel that wizards and warriors have distinct realms. It’s the feeling that they just have to do their own thing properly.’

This tendency was particularly strong at Atlas, but Constel, the academy Frondier originally attended, wasn’t much different.

Magic swordsmen and magic warriors were a kind of fantasy in this world. It wasn’t that they didn’t exist, but they were rare, and even rarer were those who were skilled enough to attract public attention. There was not a single one among the Zodiac ranks.

The most famous was Hector, the son of Ludwig von Urfa. He himself hated magic and didn’t use it well.

‘And there’s Sybil, but she’s an exception. She’s the only one who can do that.’

Sybil couldn’t be put in the same category as other magic swordsmen. The principle and dimension were different from the beginning. It was meaningless to compare them when she was making the impossible possible.

Anyway, magic swordsmen weren’t popular. There was a strong perception that they were in a vague position, neither here nor there.

Because of that perception, the class Combined Use Of Magic And Combat wasn’t popular either.

“Well, it worked out well. The actual classes will start after the vacation. There’s no time to start anything now anyway.”

There weren’t many days left until vacation. It was unreasonable to touch the elective now.

He decided to work on the curriculum later and complete the primary objective for now.

Frondier looked around.

“It’s not as bad as I thought. I was worried that they would stick me in some utility room because it’s an unpopular subject.”

Combined Use Of Magic And Combat was an outdoor class. It was natural considering the nature of the subject.

Frondier was assigned an outdoor space about the size of a badminton court. It wasn’t enough to fly, jump, and smash, but it was big enough for sparring.

‘As expected, thinking with my head alone won’t solve anything.’

He had thought enough in his head.

It was time to test it.

There was another reason why he chose to take an elective class. He wanted to secure legitimate free time.

He used to borrow the gym late at night, but that led to strange rumors spreading around Atlas, and he ended up getting caught.

If he was going to get caught anyway, it was better to show it to them openly.

‘I’m sleepy.’

Frondier hadn’t slept in days.

He was definitely exhausted, but he had never been so deeply engrossed in one thing before.

In the past, when he repeatedly depleted his Mana, when he endlessly sparred with Azier, and when he learned martial arts from various people, Frondier had done his best, but most of it had been out of a sense of duty and desperation. There was a reason why he had to become strong, and there was a countdown to that reason.

But this time it was a little different.

The desire to become stronger remained, but Frondier felt an unprecedented sense of elation.

He had never enjoyed becoming stronger. He didn’t enjoy training either.

Because being a warrior or a wizard was a role that didn’t suit him at all in his previous world.

“Well, let’s give it a try.”

Frondier took out a Formula Crystal. The Formula was ‘Stop’, as before.

The first gear.

‘Next.’

But this time, he would use the lightning attribute instead of the flame attribute. Lightning was much more difficult to master than other attributes. Because he didn’t see it often, he had a hard time understanding it.

However, in Frondier’s case, he had lived in a place in his previous world where electricity was more familiar than here, and he understood the general principles.

Of course, it hadn’t helped him that much, so he had suffered as much. He had skipped ahead and reached a point where he should have mastered attributes like water and earth first.

But he succeeded somehow. The analogy Frondier had, ‘gears’, helped him a lot in manifesting them again once he had mastered them properly. Elodie was also surprised at Frondier’s high magic success rate.

This was the second gear.

‘Next.’

The magic that combined the Stop Formula and the lightning attribute was nothing more than an electric version of Will-o’-the-wisp. Of course, his Determination would explosively multiply its power, but that was the same with the basic wisp.

Generally, wizards didn’t use this kind of magic. If it only illuminated the light anyway, there was no need to pursue a more difficult method.

So, if there was any meaning to this sequence of processes, it was obviously not for the purpose of ‘illuminating the light’.

Weaving

Rank – Unique

Azier’s Spear

This time, he created and took out a spear. In fact, any weapon would do. As long as it was hard enough. If this wasn’t enough, he would have to go to a higher rank, but he hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that.

This was the third gear.

‘Next.’

Obsidian spread out like fog. A considerable amount of Obsidian swirled around the spear and the Formula Crystal that Frondier had created.

This Obsidian not only added to the attack power but was also a safety device in preparation for what would happen next.

The fourth gear.

‘Getting stronger as a warrior wasn’t fun, but.’

But if the way he became stronger was the direction of a gamer.

Aside from the matter of fun, it was as familiar to Frondier as breathing.

‘My analogy is gears.’

Elodie had said. She said that the analogy of casting magic was his own. Magic wasn’t performed in sequence, but everything happened at the same time, calculated exactly as it should be.

Like stars moving together, like an orchestra playing a single piece of music.

Compared to that, gears were too dry and bland.

‘Then there’s no reason why that analogy has to be ‘one’ magic.’

Formula Crystal, attribute, weapon, Obsidian.

All of these were placed as Frondier’s gears.

Weaving was originally magic, and Obsidian was originally Mana.

The spear that Frondier created was indistinguishable from the real one to the naked eye, but it was actually a fake made by magic.

Frondier knew better than anyone that it was a fake.

‘If I can put the magic of unlimited stacking, which is given by Formula Crystal, into a weapon.’

Frondier vaguely imagined its tremendous destructive power.

It was something that couldn’t be done with a real weapon.

So he would do it with a fake weapon.

“When one gear turns, the other must turn too.”

If they were properly engaged.

Inhale, exhale…….

Just before the activation, Frondier took a deep breath and exhaled.

And he said.

“……Sleepy.”

Click-

Clank.