Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 3 Destiny Manipulation (5)

Of course, it’s not that I can’t fight at all.

As a result of repeated training in the training room every day, his throwing skill rose from the lowest level to the lowest level.

In addition, in order to fully use ‘Gram’, the mana amount is slightly increased by repeatedly exhausting mana.

Thanks to that, recently, I have been exhausting my mana too many times and my fatigue is at its peak.

These days, I feel like a real frontier.

Besides, I made the game boring, so I know the patterns of the monsters.

Because it is real, it doesn’t move exactly like the game, but it shows the same pattern in general.

But the frontier should always be an incompetent and lazy human.

Whenever I played the game of Etius as Aster, I thought of something.

All of Aster’s are good, but they’re so famous, and they’re getting a lot of expectations.

Allies naturally depend on Aster, and the enemy is too vigilant to find out.

Frontier, on the other hand, is the opposite.

No one expects anything from Frontier, and if it’s an enemy, he’s the perfect person to keep an eye on.

There are benefits to be gained from this position.

‘Besides, there is Thanatos.’

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

There is no guarantee that my bluff of guessing his name will last forever.

So, even in order not to be detected by Thanatos, it is better to not reveal myself in this world if possible.

Cybel handled Ratman diligently even though it was absurd.

In the meantime, I watched her fight silently.

And against the ratman in her square,

weaving

Workshop No. 1

Grade – General

iron dagger

He threw a woven dagger to hit it.

The ratmen were hit by my dagger defenselessly and fell pick and pick.

Because the Letmen are obsessed with Cybel, and they can’t even see the dagger they woven in the first place.

I wanted to deal with them so easily.

‘… … yes?’

I was counting the remaining numbers while dealing with the ratmen, and at some point the air shook.

Cybel didn’t seem to notice.

did i see it wrong

… … no.

I quickly looked around.

Something against this darkness blazed like a haze. The haze quickly approached Cybel.

“Cybel!”

I shouted and threw my dagger.

It was almost the same time as the haze hit Cybel.

“Wow, damn it!”

Cybel heard my voice and seemed to barely avoid it.

His gait was staggering.

I approached Cybel, knocking down the rest of the people around me by throwing a dagger.

There was no such thing as worrying that Cybel would find out about the weaving. She couldn’t afford to watch me fight.

There was a sound of wind blowing through the fabric.

Cybel sat down.

“Ah, ugh.”

Blood dripped from her hand, which was holding her stomach.

I couldn’t completely avoid it either.

Cybel tried to get up quickly, but fell back down.

I approached her and checked her complexion. The eye area is bloodshot and it seems difficult to breathe. His limbs are trembling, but he doesn’t seem to be moving as he expected.

“What, what? Come on?”

Cybel was bewildered by her own physical condition.

“It’s a paralytic poison.”

“A paralytic poison?”

“Yeah, one of them has an annoying weapon.”

“Ugh, that’s right. Me, am I okay?”

“don’t worry. I’ll take care of the rest, so sleep. There must be a sleep effect mixed in. You’ll be fine when you wake up.”

“Uh, that’s right… … . You can’t even fight… … .”

Even though he said that, Cybel’s eyes slowly closed.

In fact, this poison has no sleeping effect.

It’s kind of like hypnosis. Cybel had a fairly long dungeon exploration today, and consumed considerable mental power and stamina for the activated traps.

A situation in which fatigue has already accumulated.

If they say it has a sleeping effect, I honestly believe it and fall asleep right away.

“… … Well then.”

I checked that Cybel was asleep and got up.

Whoa, I took a deep breath.

Don’t be in a hurry. When the mind is shaken, mistakes will come to the body.

──The poison on her is very lethal.

──It wasn’t like the Ratman who attacked her.

Everything I said to Cybel was full of lies.

let’s be calm

If you can do it, you can turn a lie into truth.

When I looked around, I could only see the ratman’s corpse, but I couldn’t find it.

It wasn’t rushed by that. ‘Cause he’s that kind of guy

I bit my lip.

invisible enemy. A haze of scorching air. A weapon that has been poisoned.

A ‘Heresy’ enough to inflict damage on Cybel, who is loved by fate.

I know who he is. That he was a guy who would never be in such a low-level dungeon.

My name is Slab.

He was born as a human and has become a monster with his feet tied to his soul.

The trickiest thing about Slev is that it’s over with just one swipe.

The thing on that knife is poison.

It’s not a lie that I told Cybel that she was a paralytic poison.

That’s because the level of paralysis is different.

At first, the limbs stiffen. As if Cybel had not woken up a while ago.

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

About 12 hours until that happens.

You have to break through this dungeon and go to a church or a hospital to detoxify it.

12 hours seems to be enough at first glance, but before that, you may die of shock first.

The feeling of slowly dying is something that ordinary humans cannot bear. Even if it is detoxified, the psychological sequelae can remain large.

So we need to get rid of this guy as quickly as possible.

“… … Where are you?”

I calmed down and looked around.

The slab cannot be seen with the naked eye. Being a soul, I can’t even hear a sound.

Only the moment they attack, there is only a slight haze.

But just before he attacked Cybel, I threw a woven dagger at him.

I couldn’t confirm it properly, but if it was the trajectory, it must have been hit by my dagger.

The more damage he takes, the more his figure is revealed. It’s like the veil is being peeled off little by little.

As with any monster, it is the most dangerous one in perfect condition.

That’s why I was fortunate enough to inflict damage. Thanks to that, now, the haze that should only be visible when the Slave attacks is still visible.

The haze shook even louder,

At this very moment, the weapon flies horizontally towards me.

Kagang, his dagger and mine collided.

“Suck!”

Slev pushed the dagger. It seemed to be dragged into a fight.

I can’t win the battle of strength because I don’t have enough divine power, mana, or strength.

Yes. If this is a struggle

Sigh-!

After weaving a dagger in my empty hand, I grabbed it and cut off his arm.

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

aa-!

sharp scream.

He backed away in pain. But it didn’t seem like he dropped his weapon.

Was it a little shallow? I can’t see it, but I can’t help it.

My left hand is still empty.

Slav’s eyes would not understand. My empty hand cut off his arm.

‘… … I see more.’

A figure of a woman wearing worn-out clothes, but wearing a rag of mana. It wobbles with an almost naked body.

However, the original identity is a ghost.

What you can see is too faint, and if you move quickly, you will miss it.

like now.

“… … !”

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

I can’t react clumsily against this guy.

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

‘It would have been nice if there was even a Heukcheon!’

The black cloth, the metal with viscoelasticity, was left in the mansion.

The artifact I asked for from Queenie hasn’t arrived yet, and I didn’t know that I would meet a monster outside in the lower dungeon.

weaving

Workshop No. 1

Grade – General

iron dagger

I made weapons out of weaving.

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

This is my first time doing double swordsmanship. The posture is awkward.

Moreover, the woven dagger is not to be trusted. It disappears the moment it appears in reality, so you have to hit it instead of blocking it, and you have to recreate it every time.

But what I’m trying to do now is that weapon skills don’t matter.

To catch a slab to the last.

‘I’ll be fine.’

I swallowed saliva.

The probability is not high. But the only thing I can win against ghosts is this kind of gamble.

Slav was a little wary.

The first thrown dagger, and the cut arm. You know I have an invisible weapon in my hand.

But the wait didn’t last long, and he swung the dagger at me again.

Kaang-! Kang!

Keeping the faint form of the Slave in sight, he thwarts the attack with his weapon.

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

“Woo-wook! hook… … !”

weight trembles

I feel like my lungs are hurting by my breathing.

He completely abandons the thought of attacking and concentrates only on defense.

The opponent is not even using proper swordsmanship. Even so, the moment you block it is as dizzying as your blood trembles.

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

Every time I block that bitter blade,

-I hate you.

I hear the guy’s voice

– I hate God.

-The gods who lied to me.

– Curse all the gods who gave you eternal trials.

His voice is full of resentment and anger. It seems that only those feelings remain. An attack like pouring out grudges.

But,

“whatever… … !”

i am not god Not even God’s love It is a body that has neither power nor talent. On the contrary, I was almost killed by God.

Aww!

It’s hard to just bounce it off slowly. is the time

I raised my right hand holding the dagger. And while blocking his dagger, he relaxed his hand.

Taang!

With a loud sound, the dagger leaves my hand. Make it look like I missed the dagger.

An empty hand without a dagger. exposed chest. If you are a slave, you must aim for this gap.

Shh!

The dagger held by Slav was shot at me in a straight line.

‘please!’

weaving

Workshop No. 3

Grade – General

iron shield

Shield this time.

Slavs will think my invisible weapon is a dagger. I must have guessed that my weapon was a dagger from a few bumps. If I had another weapon, I would have taken it out a long time ago.

Since I was making such a guess, this shield works.

Ta-ah!

I swung the shield with all my might. Farring that violently deflects Slav’s dagger.

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

Without the dagger, the means of attack for the Slave would disappear. Since the spirit body cannot exercise physical power, the only means of attack for the Slave is that dagger.

Kei-!

With a strange scream, Slev quickly turned around. At a speed as if a line were drawn in the light of the eye. He reaches out towards his dagger.

But knowing where the dagger fell, I was one step ahead.

I took a stance looking at where the guy was headed.

Without realizing it, I hold my breath with tension.

Once again, weaving.

please hold on

weaving

Rank – Legendary

gram

‘Wow… … !’

As soon as I grabbed him, nausea came.

Even if it wasn’t Heukcheon, he had already spent a lot of mana.

But the opponent was distracted by the weapon he had missed. The route is clear where it will go.

‘If you miss this, it’s right to get it early!’

I slammed Gram from top to bottom towards the slave.

Sigh-!

The sound was brief.

My hands were trembling.

Gram has disappeared.

Symptoms of mana exhaustion spread over the whole body.

On the other hand, Slev didn’t even let out the loud scream he had ever heard. But quietly, the body was completely exposed.

There was no pain in the expression on his kneeling face.

is it extinction?

when I thought so.

-Is this his sword?

Slav’s voice was heard. The sound was faint, and with each syllable it got farther away.

I said while panting for breath, holding back the convulsions of my body.

“Do you know the master of the sword?”

– Am I cut by that sword? I must be the soul.

“… … okay.”

Slave is difficult to damage with physical force. Since it’s a soul, it’s something that can’t be touched except for that 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 talk because I didn’t know. Words, Slav doesn’t have time to listen to all of them.

-… … is it.

-Can I still touch his sword?

at the end of that word.

Slev’s exposed body slowly disappeared. Not as a concealment until now, but as a complete disappearance.