The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 14

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 14 Chapter

3 Manipulating Fate (5)

Of course, it doesn’t mean I’m completely bad at fighting.

As a result of training in the training room every day, my throwing skills rose from the lowest level to the lowest level.

In addition, in order to use ‘Gram’ fully, mana is drained repeatedly to slightly increase the amount of mana.

Thanks to this, I’ve been depleting my mana so many times recently that my fatigue is reaching its peak.

These days, I feel like I’ve become a real frontier.

Besides, I’m sick of the game, so I know the monsters’ patterns.

Because it’s reality, it doesn’t move exactly the same as the game, but the patterns are generally the same.

But Frontier must always be an incompetent and lazy person.

This is something I thought about every time I played an Etius game with Aster.

Aster is all good, but he is very famous and has a lot of expectations.

The allies naturally rely on Aster, and the enemy is overly cautious, making it difficult to uncover.

On the other hand, Frontier is located on the opposite side.

No one would expect anything from Frontier, and he is the perfect person for enemies to let down their guard.

There are benefits to be gained from this position.

‘Plus, there’s Thanatos.’

Thanatos, the god who tried to kill me when I first weaved the black cloth.

There is no guarantee that my bravado at guessing his name will work forever.

So, in order to avoid being discovered by Thanatos, it is best to not reveal my existence in this world.

Although Cybel was dumbfounded, he worked hard to deal with the Ratman.

Meanwhile, I quietly watched her fight. Then, she

threw a

woven dagger, a rank

1 weaving workshop

– a regular

iron dagger

, at the rat man in her square .

The rat men were hit defenseless by my dagger and fell to the ground.

The Ratmen were preoccupied with Cybel and couldn’t see the dagger they had woven in the first place.

I wondered if they could be dealt with so easily.

‘…huh?’

As I was counting down the remaining rat men, the air rumbled at some point.

Cybel didn’t seem to notice.

Did I see it wrong?

…no.

I quickly looked around.

Against this backdrop of darkness, something glowed like a haze. The haze quickly approached Cybel.

“Sibel!”

I shouted and threw the dagger.

It was almost at the same time that the haze hit Cybel.

“What the hell!”

Cybel seemed to barely avoid it when she heard my voice.

My gait was staggering.

I approached Cybel, taking down the remaining guys around me with dagger throws.

I didn’t have to worry about my weaving being discovered by Cybel. She couldn’t afford to watch me fight.

There was the sound of air being blown out of fabric.

Cybel sat down.

“Ah ugh.”

Blood oozed from her hand clutching her abdomen.

I guess I couldn’t avoid it completely?

Sibel quickly tried to stand up but fell back down.

I approached her and looked at her complexion. The area around the eyes is bloodshot and breathing appears difficult. My arms and legs are just shaking and don’t seem to move as expected.

“What is it? Come on?”

Cybel was embarrassed by his physical condition.

“It’s a paralysis poison.”

“Paralysis poison?”

“Yeah, one of them is carrying an annoying weapon.”

“Ugh, I see. “Am I okay?”

“don’t worry. I’ll take care of the rest, so just sleep. There will be a sleep effect as well. “You will be fine when you wake up.”

“Ugh, that’s not possible… you can’t even fight…”

Even as she said that, Cybel’s eyes slowly closed.

In fact, this poison has no sleeping effect.

It’s kind of like hypnosis. Cybel’s dungeon exploration today was quite long, and he consumed a lot of mental and physical strength on the traps he activated.

A situation where fatigue has already accumulated.

If I told you it had a sleeping effect, I would honestly believe it and fall asleep right away.

“…Okay then.”

I stood up after confirming that Cybel was asleep.

Huh, I took a deep breath.

Let’s not be impatient. If your mind is shaken, mistakes will occur in your body.

──The poison on her is very fatal.

──Even though it wasn’t the Rat Man that attacked her.

Everything I said to Cybel was full of lies.

Let’s calm down.

If you can do it, you can turn lies into truth.

When I look around, I only see Ratman’s corpse, but I can’t find him.

That didn’t make me impatient. Because that’s the kind of guy he is.

I bit my lip.

Invisible enemy. A haze blazing in the air. A weapon coated with deadly poison.

A ‘heresy’ to the point of hurting Saibel, who was destined to be loved.

I know who that guy is. That this guy would never be in a low-level dungeon like this.

The name is Slev.

He was born as a human, but his soul became tied to him and he became a monster.

The most difficult thing about a slab is that if you brush against it even once, it’s over.

What’s on that knife is deadly poison.

I wasn’t lying when I said that Cybel was a paralyzing poison.

That’s because the level of paralysis is different.

At first, the limbs become stiff. Just like Saibel couldn’t wake up a moment ago.

And slowly, the intestines harden and the lungs begin to stop listening. Breathing becomes painful, and by the time it reaches its limit, the heart and brain finally harden.

About 12 hours until that happens.

Inside, you have to break through this dungeon and go to a church or a hospital to detoxify.

At first glance, 12 hours may seem like a lot of time, but you could die from shock before that.

The feeling of slowly dying is something that ordinary humans cannot endure. Even if it is detoxified, there can be significant psychological aftereffects.

So we need to kill this guy as quickly as possible.

“…Where are you?”

I calmed down and looked around.

The slab is not visible to the naked eye. Because it is a soul, it cannot even hear sound.

There is only a slight haze at the moment of attack.

However, I threw the woven dagger at the guy just before he attacked Cybel.

I couldn’t confirm it properly, but if it was that trajectory, it would definitely have been hit by my dagger.

As the slev receives damage, its appearance is revealed little by little. As if the veil was peeling away little by little.

Like any monster, it is the most dangerous when it is in perfect condition.

So it was a good thing that the damage was done. Thanks to this, now I can still see the haze that should only be visible when the slev attacks. It was at this moment

that the haze became even louder and

the weapon flew sideways towards me.

Kagan’s dagger and my dagger collided.

“Sigh!”

Slev pushed the dagger. It seemed like a power struggle was taking place.

I, who lack spiritual power, mana, and strength, cannot win that power struggle.

Yes. If this is a power struggle.

Suddenly!

I knitted a dagger in my free hand and held it to cut off the guy’s arm.

No, I couldn’t see it, so I swung the dagger where I thought the arm was.

Kyaaaaa-!

A sharp scream.

The guy stepped back in pain. But it didn’t seem like he dropped his weapon.

Was it a little shallow? I can’t do anything about it because I can’t see it.

My left hand is still empty.

You won’t understand it from a slab’s perspective. My empty hand cut off his arm.

‘…I can see a little more.’

The appearance of a woman wearing tattered clothes but with only a few rags. The body, almost naked, moves unsteadily.

However, its original identity is a ghost.

What you see is so faint that you can easily miss it if you move quickly.

like now.

“…!”

The moment I thought I had lost sight of him, I rolled on the ground.

There can be no clumsy response to this guy.

Even if I attack you a hundred times, if I touch you once with my dagger, it’s over.

‘It would have been nice to have a black sky!’

The metal with black viscoelastic properties was left behind at the mansion.

The artifact I asked for from Queenie had not arrived yet, and I had no idea that I would encounter an outside monster in a low-level dungeon.

Weaving

Workshop Level 1

– Regular

Iron Dagger

I made a weapon using weaving.

The right hand is a real dagger and the left hand is a woven dagger.

This is my first time trying double swordsmanship. The posture is extremely awkward.

Moreover, woven daggers cannot be trusted. The moment it appears in reality, it disappears, so you have to hit it instead of blocking it and recreate it every time.

But what I’m trying to do now is that weapon skills aren’t important.

It’s all about catching slabs.

‘Will it work out?’

I swallowed.

The probability is not high. But the only way I can win against a ghost is with a gamble like this.

Slev looked a little wary.

The same goes for the dagger that was thrown at first and the arm that was cut. You know I have an invisible weapon in my hands.

However, the wait did not last long and he swung the dagger at me again.

Kyaang-! Kang!

Keep the faint shape of the slev in your field of vision and block its attack with your weapon.

There is no such thing as swordsmanship for a slave. It just swings at a speed that far exceeds mine.

“Whoop!” hook…!”

My skin is shaking.

It feels like my lungs are hurting from my breathing.

Completely abandon any thoughts of attack and focus only on defense.

The opponent is not even using proper swordsmanship. Nevertheless, every moment of blocking is dizzying, as if your blood is trembling.

When the attack didn’t work, the guy pushed harder.

Every time I block that sharp blade,

I hate it.

I can hear the guy’s voice.

-I hate God.

-The gods who lied to me.

-I curse all the gods who gave me eternal trials.

The voice is full of resentment and anger. It seems like those are the only feelings left. An attack as if pouring out resentment.

But

“What should I do…!”

I am not god. You don’t receive God’s love. It is a body without any spiritual power or talent. Rather, he almost died from God.

Wow!

Just trying to push it away is too much. Is it time?

I raised my right hand holding the dagger. And as I blocked the guy’s dagger, I relaxed my hands.

Taang!

The dagger leaves my hand with a loud sound. Make it look like I missed the dagger.

An empty hand without a dagger. Exposed chest. If you are a slave, you will definitely take advantage of this gap.

Shhh!

The dagger held by Slev was shot in a straight line towards me.

‘please!’

Weaving Workshop Level

3

– Regular

Iron Shield

This time, it’s a shield.

Slev will think that the invisible weapon I have is a dagger. From the few times we clashed, he probably guessed that my weapon was a dagger. If I had any other weapons, I would have taken them out a long time ago.

Since that’s the assumption, this shield works.

Taaaang!

I swung my shield with all my might. A parry that forcefully bounces off the slave’s dagger.

My shield disappeared at that moment and Slev’s dagger fell from his hand.

Without a dagger, the Slev has no means of attack. Since the spirit body cannot use physical force, Slev’s only means of attack is that dagger.

Kiiii-!

With a strange scream, Slev quickly turned around. At a speed as if a line was being drawn in the eye light. He reaches for his dagger.

However, I am one step ahead because I know where the dagger falls.

I took a stance while looking at the direction the guy was heading.

Without realizing it, I’m holding my breath with tension.

Weaving once again.

Please hold on.

Weaving

Grade – Legendary

Gram

‘Wook…!’

As soon as I hold it, I feel nauseous.

Even if it’s not Black Heaven, I’ve already used up a lot of mana.

But the opponent was distracted by the weapon he missed. It is obvious where to move.

‘If you miss this, you’ll lose out early!’

I hit Gram from top to bottom towards the slev.

Suddenly!

The sound was brief.

My hands were shaking.

Gram disappeared.

Symptoms of mana exhaustion swept over my entire body.

On the other hand, Slev did not even scream as loudly as he had so far. However, it quietly revealed its body completely.

There was no pain on his face as he fell to his knees.

Is it imminent?

When you think so.

-Is this his sword?

Slev’s voice was heard. The sound was faint, growing further and further away with each syllable.

I said while out of breath and holding back the convulsions of my body.

“Do you know the sword’s owner?”

-Did I get cut by that sword? I am the soul.

“…okay.”

It is difficult to damage a slev with physical force. Because it is a soul, it cannot be touched except by the dagger.

I also don’t know exactly how I was able to cut the slab.

Maybe it’s because weaving is close to ‘magic’. Is it a characteristic of Gram itself?

I didn’t know, so I didn’t say anything. Slavs don’t have time to listen to everything they say.

-…is it.

-Can I still reach his sword?

With that said, finally.

Slev’s exposed body gradually disappeared. Not as a concealment as before, but as a complete disappearance.