Chapter 443 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

‘…There was a spear there at first. And that sparkle.’

The only person who could make the closest guess, having spotted Frondier a little earlier, was Basileo.

‘The spear and the sparkle shattered and mixed together at the same time. There’s no mistake. Those two were used in the Professor’s magic formula.’

The shattering was an optical illusion. In reality, the form had simply changed.

From that, Basileo realized two things.

One was that the sparkle he first saw was almost certainly the pattern he had seen in the gymnasium, and that the spear in front of Frondier was not a real spear.

A weapon could not be used in a magic formula. It was either magic disguised as a weapon or a cluster of Mana.

‘It wouldn’t just be absorbed as Mana. There would be no need for the shape of a spear then.’

Either the shape of the spear was being utilized, or the concept of a spear was being utilized.

Basileo guessed it was one of the two,

And both were correct.

Frondier reached out towards the flashing mass of lightning in front of him.

He thought.

‘It’s meaningless to just scatter energy everywhere.’

He had anticipated that a formidable magical energy would emerge.

But this was pointless. There was a reason he took out the spear.

Even though Azier’s Spear had lost its form, its concept would have been incorporated into the formula.

It was just that it was currently out of control due to the overwhelming power.

‘It’s Obsidian’s turn.’

Knowing this, Frondier spread Obsidian around him. Slowly, Obsidian gathered towards the cluster of lightning.

Obsidian, moving like Frondier’s own limbs. As the foreign Mana mixed in, the lightning gradually darkened in color.

Crackle! Sizzle!

Frondier spread his hand, slowly grasping the lightning in his grip.

“Ugh!”

The first sensation was pain.

“G-Gah…!”

And then, immense pressure. Even with all of Obsidian mobilized for control, the power was no joke.

Magic created by the caster generally posed no threat to the caster themselves, but this time, it defied that rule and struggled against Frondier’s control.

‘It’s like a crappy game! What kind of magic harms the caster?! Make up your mind!’

If magic originally posed a threat to the caster, he wouldn’t be so frustrated.

Why was it so disobedient at a time like this?

“…Meno… Sor… Po…!”

Frondier chanted, and a rune spread out.

The spear he summoned earlier was simply made using the Weaving skill.

According to his theory, that should have been enough. He had intended to combine the Formula Crystal and Obsidian with that spear.

But since it didn’t work,it must be a crappy game after all.

So he’d make it work, even if he had to force it.

Menosorpo, Void Weaving

Rank – Unique

Azier’s Spear

Originally, he would create Azier’s Spear through Weaving, then replicate it with magic, break it, and create a spear existing within Menosorpo for control.

Using Obsidian and Menosorpo’s blueprint, he would confine the lightning and grasp it in his hand.

Result.

Crackle—

After a single spark, the sound ceased.

The lightning, which had been making such a racket, fell silent as if it were a lie.

“…Whew.”

Frondier looked at the black spear he was holding.

The spear had the same form as Azier’s Spear, but it was black due to the influence of Obsidian.

It was definitely black, but

—Crackle!

Occasionally, in the utterly silent space, it would etch an eerie streak of lightning onto the ground. Even that fleeting spark flashed black.

“It’s different from what I expected, but it’s something, I guess.”

Frondier nodded, looking at the black spear in front of him.

“‘Spear of Black Lightning’ would be a good name.”

His naming sense was still terrible.

“It would be embarrassing if, after all this effort, it’s no different from a spear imbued with lightning magic.”

Frondier scratched his head.

It was good that he made it, but he didn’t know how effective it would be.

“…Well, whatever.”

He should give it a try.

Frondier looked up at the sky without much thought. It was out of the question to shoot such a terrifying weapon anywhere.

In case there were any casualties, Frondier turned away from Atlas, aiming at a direction completely unrelated to anything else. The completely empty sky, the clear blue sky.

Frondier pulled back the hand holding the spear. His target was the empty sky.

Basileo saw that stance.

‘…No way. There’s no way.’

Basileo thought.

There’s no way he’s throwing that.

He’s just going to strike that pose and cancel the magic.

Basileo had overlooked one thing. He was in a position to plead with Frondier to learn magic.

Frondier doesn’t know magic well.

Whoosh!

Frondier threw the spear,

“Huh?”

And as soon as the spear left Frondier’s hand, it shot up, tearing through the sky at a speed Frondier couldn’t even follow with his eyes.

The difference between his spear and a ‘spear imbued with lightning magic’.

His spear flew at the speed of ‘lightning’, pierced with the concept of a ‘spear’, and carried ‘Obsidian’ and burning Aura.

Because it was the Spear of Black Lightning.

“…Uh, ra…”

Frondier stared blankly at the spear that soared towards the sky at the speed of lightning as soon as it left his hand, then

Crackle, sizzle—

Booooom!!!

He heard the sound of the sky splitting apart.