Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 158 Later

Frondier soaring high into the sky. I saw Jormungand.

“Please! To Asgard!”

“hmm……?”

Jormungand was puzzled by this, but he gave Frondi a ride.

“Why are you going to Asgard?”

“I’m not finished yet!”

“… … Hoo, indeed.”

Jormungand understood and increased his speed.

“What a thorough man.”

Jormungand flew quickly and arrived in Asgard.

After arriving, Jormungand felt something strange.

“… … Hey, something’s weird here. It’s not going in.”

“You go back quickly.”

Frondier stepped onto the land of Asgard. Jormungandr spoke without even looking.

“hurry.”

“… … .”

Jormungandr closed his mouth as if to say something to him. The snake’s head twisted and turned away from Asgard.

Frondier flew towards Gladsheim, the abode of the gods.

Asgard was eerily quiet, for the gods had all gone off to war.

But there is definitely one god left here.

Tak─

And Frondier saw him.

“Odin.”

“… … are you here?”

Odin, who was sitting with his back to Frondeer, let out a withering voice.

Frontier glanced sideways for a moment.

A giant wolf lies down. It is covered in wounds, but is breathing slowly. It is still alive.

“I didn’t know you would show mercy to Fenrir?”

“… … Haha. How could that be?”

Odin turned back towards Frondia.

“… … !”

Frontier was momentarily surprised.

Odin was much older than he thought. No, he was old. The wrinkles were so deep that they seemed to be glued to his bones.

“I just don’t have the strength to kill Fenrir.”

“… … Is that so?”

Frondier created Mjolnir by weaving, while at the same time examining the spear Odin was holding.

‘That’s right. Gungnir. But this.’

Odin certainly holds Gungnir.

I intuitively knew that it was useless.

The spear of God with the highest level of accuracy in the world. However, it is a monster that consumes too much mana. There would be no problem if you were holding it, but if you tried to use it in battle, Odin would collapse due to the consumption of mana.

“Congratulations on your victory, Frontier.”

“You’re still left.”

Odin shook his head at Frondier’s words.

“The gods have been defeated by humans. Don’t you understand what this means? Even if they didn’t participate in the war, all the gods will gradually lose their existence and disappear.”

“Then why are you here?”

Frondior was dying.

“Did you wait for me to kill you?”

“Me? Why would you kill me?”

“……what?”

Odin looked around.

“Can’t you feel this energy?”

“… … .”

Frontier did not answer.

I’ve been feeling this since a while ago. It’s a familiar feeling. Something is coming back.

“I used all my strength. All the strength I had to kill Fenrir.”

Odin spoke as if he was joking.

“I recreated the world of salvation.”

“… … !”

The world of salvation.

The wall that divides gods and humans.

“At least it can survive in this world.”

“You… … !”

“There’s still time, Frontier.”

Odin spoke and pointed with his finger.

“There’s a shortcut over there. It’s not completely closed yet, so go there quickly.”

“… … .”

“If you keep trying to kill me, you’ll run out of time.”

Shhh!

Boom!

“Ugh!”

Frondier quickly rushes in and takes Odin down, raising Mjolnir and bringing it down on his head.

Kyaaang!

“?!”

But the hammer was blocked by a wall of something.

‘This feels similar to when I priced Thor’s chin!’

Frontier’s instincts were right.

“Frondier, Mjolnir is of no use to me. I have already made a plan.”

“… … Why on earth would you do such a thing? Even for a god, this wouldn’t be an easy task. Why worry about being hit by Mjolnir? You’re Thor’s father… … .”

There Frondior stopped talking.

I came to some answer on my own.

“… … You never trusted Thor in the first place.”

“Kuhaha. That’s right. You figured it out.”

Fearing that his son would one day threaten his position, he prevented Mjolnir from interfering.

“But Frontier, if you’re Mistiltein, you can kill me. You can weave it, right?”

“… … .”

Frondior’s eyes widened.

Odin laughed at the sight.

“Kuuu, are you curious as to why I’m teaching you that?”

“… … No way, you.”

“Yeah. I think the same as you.”

Kwak.

Odin grabbed Frondier by the collar.

“Frondier. You, you read my actions. You said you were going to create a world of salvation. And yet you came here and thought to kill me. Even though you knew you would be trapped in the world of salvation! You thought killing me was more important!”

Yes, Frontier knew.

When Odin did not show up for this war, I read his plans.

Why did he take Fenrir upon himself, and what did he intend to do in Asgard using that as an excuse?

“Then kill me! Frontier!!”

“… … !”

“Even if you are Mistiltein, you will have to stab me ten times to kill me! Yes, kill me like that! But you will not be able to escape from this world of salvation! Even if all the gods die, you alone will remain in this world forever!”

“Ugh!”

Frondi released Mjolnir and took Mistiltein in his hand.

Odin chuckled at that.

“Yes! You can do it! You rebelled against God and brought victory to humans. Then you can prove it! What we did wrong, and what we need to fix! Show us, Frondia! Show us the right direction! In this space where even time is meaningless, try your best for humans! No one else can do it, but Frondia! Frondia!! You can do it!”

Fire, fire! Fire!

Then Mistiltein made a sound.

Frondier’s face was distorted.

sick.

The pain that had been similar to being pricked by a needle when first held gradually increased and soon began to threaten Frondier’s body.

“Come on, come on! Kill me! Frontier!!”

Crack.

Frondier gritted his teeth.

Wheeeeeeee!

Phew!

He thrusts his spear into Odin’s heart.

“Ugh!”

But that won’t kill you. It’s just as Odin said. This one shot isn’t enough.

Frondier stabs him countless times, just as Odin said.

Odin’s scream, blood flying, his blood soaking Frondier’s face and body.

And the last tenth.

Phew!

Odin didn’t scream at that time.

His life was almost over.

He said this while looking at Frondeer, as if letting go of all his muscles.

“Frontier… … .”

The last light in that pupil goes out.

“──Become the only god.”

That became a will.

Frontier looked at him for a moment, then stood up.

I looked around and took a deep breath.

It’s done.

The world of salvation.

“… … Phew.”

Frondier looked up at the sky very slowly.

I knew it without even trying hard.

There is no way out here.

In the distance, a golden ceiling can be seen, and ornate buildings and statues line the street.

This is a place where countless gods once lived.

But now no one,

… … Squeak.

“Oh, right!”

Frondier was startled by the sound and moved.

He ran to Fenrir.

“Fenrir, are you okay?”

“… … To the extent that I should be worried about you… … .”

Fenrir roared in vain as he lay on the ground.

Then why did you make that squeaking sound?

“Yes, you are Fenrir. You will live a foolish life.”

“What’s the point of continuing to live with you?”

“… … I was listening.”

Fenrir closed his eyes leisurely.

“Even if you don’t hear it, you know the general idea.”

“… … .”

Frondier sat down next to Fenrir.

“Okay, now it’s just you and me. Here.”

“Has the world of salvation been completed?”

“I think so.”

Frontier stared blankly ahead.

Is there a concept of day and night here? Can you see the sun or moon passing by? Can you recognize constellations here?

I know very little about Asgard. It’s mostly knowledge from the previous world, and it’s very different from reality.

When I first entered this world, I never thought I would come to Asgard.

“Congratulations on becoming a god, Frondia.”

“……thank you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“My back hurts.”

At Frondier’s words, “Khehehe,” Fenrir laughed mischievously.

Phew!

And soon the huge body began to glow.

Frondi looked at Fenrir in surprise.

“… … You too, surely.”

“Yeah. I think we’ve reached our limit.”

Fenrir left only those words,

The light grew bigger and bigger, blinding Frondier’s eyes.

And the light went out completely.

“……ok?”

There was a puppy lying there.

Needless to say, it was Fenrir.

“… … This kid is scaring people.”

Frontier placed the puppy in his arms.

And then a long silence ensued.

This silence will continue for a long time until Fenrir awakens.

As time passed, all the wounds on his body gradually began to heal.

I really started to feel like I was becoming a god.

“… … You know, Fenrir. I’m saying this because we’re not that close.”

Frondier mutters absentmindedly as she looks at the sleeping Fenrir.

“It was really scary.”

Just blankly.

Frondier continued speaking with the clear sky in front of him.

“Wow, how could you fall into a world where it’s game over? Isn’t that really too much? I don’t know a single strategy and you’re telling me to head to the ground. Even if I had a strategy, I’d be dead. And what’s wrong with Frondia? My family hates me, my students hate me, and my teachers hate me. No, what did I do wrong? Frondia did it all. Damn, the training and the actual battles were all so fucking hard, painful, dirty, and fucking dangerous. It’s so dirty, really. Dude, what did I want to do? Why would I get beaten up by Atjie every day? Why did I go to Tavern and Yeranhes? I thought I’d die from the cold before I could even fight the monsters. I fought Belphegor to death because Mangot started the war. Wow, if it weren’t for me, who would have stopped me? It was the same with the demon incident. Why did I pretend to be a demon? But I didn’t know people would really believe that. The day I was kicked out of the empire, I almost cried. No matter how much I think about that b*stard Odin, he died too comfortably. He left the empire and went to another continent, and now he’s telling me that this place is going to start a war. And he said that I stopped it all. Even though they didn’t know anything. Hey, if you heard what I’ve done so far, you’d cry too. Why did I have to run away from the empire? Why was I branded a devil, cursed at, and the whole world trying to kill me? I worked hard. For someone like me. Don’t you think I did pretty well?”

ha.

A long sigh escapes.

Long-held grievances poured out.

“……still.”

And yet, after spitting it all out.

“It was okay though.”

Frontier laughed and smiled.

“Really. Everything was okay.”

Frontier half-lying on the floor with both hands on the ground, his head raised.

“I met some good people.”

What emerges at the end of his gaze is not resentment or anger.

People who stayed by his side.

There were people who got angry on his behalf, who cried on his behalf. There were people who fought with him and gave their lives, people who moved busily to help him and believed in him.

“… …I couldn’t lose those people.”

Sigh.

Frondier stroked Fenrir, who was sleeping soundly in her arms.

“Have I really become a god?”

So what do we do now?

I can’t get out of here.

That’s why he’s a god.

Is that enough for God?

“That’s why I’m here, Fenrir.”

Of course, there was no answer from the sleeping Fenrir.

“… … If this is okay.”

Well, there’s nothing I can do.

Frontier until the very end.

He said with a languid smile.