The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 449 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

Basileo had prepared thoroughly for the final exam.

Not only did he fail to win in Machia, but the Combined Use Of Magic And Combat class was interrupted by a fight that had nothing to do with him and he couldn’t even attend the first lecture.

The last time he saw Frondier’s face, it looked extremely displeased, so the Combined Use Of Magic And Combat class itself might be canceled.

‘At this rate, I have no choice but to get a perfect score on the finals!’

Frondier was the teacher in charge of magic theory. Of course, seeing what he did, one would wonder if it was really theory.

The best way to see how well a student understands theory is, of course, a written exam.

And Basileo had overwhelming confidence in written exams.

Basileo, whose order and manifestation of magic were exactly as written in textbooks, was not only taught by Atlas but also his nature.

In terms of overall ability, he may be inferior to Pielott or Aias, but he has no intention of giving up his test scores.

‘If I get a perfect score on the written exam, Professor Frondier might look at me again. He’s a magic theory teacher!’

Even though he is developing excessively simple logic, Basileo is desperate enough to say the least.

At Atlas, the treatment of wizards is not bad, but their role is very fixed. In short, a self-propelled siege weapon.

This stems from the “leisurely magic implementation” evaluated by Frondier and Elodie.

Build one magic without any abbreviations or omissions, just as it is in the textbook, and create a 100% probability that it will not fail even once in 100 attempts. This is the way magic is taught at Atlas, and probably the entire continent.

Basileo doesn’t hate the textbook way. Rather, it suits his personality very well.

But it’s separate from the frustration with the role of a wizard.

Someone who needs to be protected at all costs, and long, long incantations to create high firepower and high performance. Basileo felt its limitations early on.

I don’t want to deviate from the textbook. However, I feel that the textbook needs to change.

In that sense, Frondier was the most optimal person to completely overturn his common sense and concepts, and to help him advance.

That’s why Basileo’s attitude towards this exam was different. He had always been well prepared for exams, but this time, his mindset was different.

And the long-awaited midterm exam, the Magic Theory Written Exam.

Basileo solved the problems smoothly.

‘Good. There were no difficult questions so far. As long as I don’t make any marking mistakes……!’

Even after reaching the last chapter of the exam, there were no problems that troubled him. There were some questions that required new thinking, difficult calculations, or even trap questions, but he passed them all without any problems.

And the last question, too, was by far the most difficult one he had seen today, but it was one that Basileo could easily solve. Rather, the answer was so accurate that there was no need to review it.

‘Okay, perfect. Now I just have to check if I wrote the numbers down correctly.’

Basileo made a small fist.

He had prepared a lot because Frondier was going to write the questions, but it was a waste of time, he had plenty of time left.

‘I’m sure of a perfect score……. Huh?’

And the moment Basileo casually flipped the test paper over,

“Huh?”

Basileo let out a small sound unintentionally and quickly shut his mouth. It was exam time.

He discovered that there was one more question on the back.

[The written exam must have been tough.]

[This question is a bonus. It does not affect the exam score.]

[Students who are interested, please try to solve it.]

Basileo’ eyes lit up as soon as he read the text.

No doubt. This bonus question was written by Frondier.

Basileo checked the remaining time on his watch once, and then carefully read the question.

‘……It’s easy……. No, wait?’

His thought process was almost identical to that of President Carla.

The moment he thought it was an easy question and tried to solve it, he realized something was wrong.

The techniques he already knew, and the combinations weaving by thorough theory. However, he felt a sense of incongruity.

The problem, however, is that his magical knowledge and achievements do not yet match Carla’s.

‘Will this magic be activated?’

Basileo tilted his head. Unlike Carla, who immediately realized that it would not be activated, he could not be sure what would happen.

He was already far ahead of most students who mechanically wrote down the effects of the magic that would be activated, but Basileo now felt an unresolved thirst drying up his body.

‘Ugh, damn it. I can’t even test it here.’

The strictest rule of the magic theory written exam.

Never test a technique. This is partly because it is a skill to understand the content only through the written text and diagrams, but more importantly, it is to prevent unspecified variables that may occur due to incorrect testing. Simply put, it’s dangerous.

So Basileo just wriggled his pitiful fingers and stared intently at the written technique.

And when there was about a minute left in the exam time, he could say for sure.

It is magic that is not activated. He spent almost all of his time just figuring that out.

And when he realized it, he realized the shocking difficulty of this problem.

‘The technique structured according to theory is not activated. Explain the result and the reason.’

In other words, it means that there was a gap between theory and reality,

To put it more simply, some of the existing theory was wrong, so find out why it was wrong and fix it.

‘Teacher! We’re just students who haven’t even become adults!’

A silent cry flickered under his tongue.

At that moment, the teacher who was watching from the front said.

“Okay, time’s up.”

‘Gasp!’

Most of the students, except Basileo, were preparing to collect their test papers.

‘Ah, ah, ugh, oh my.’

Basileo looked at the technique and explanation over and over again with wandering eyes.

Results and reasons. He already wrote down the result. ‘It is not activated.’

Then why?

Write anything. In these few seconds.

And in that short moment, an intuition crossed Basileo’ mind.

‘Uh……?’

It was a thread of shallow thought that couldn’t even be called an idea. There’s no time to verify it now.

‘Oh well.’

Basileo scribbled whatever came to mind. In those few seconds.

“Ah, oh!”

He was robbed of his answer sheet even while he was writing it.