Chapter 432 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

“……What?”

This time, Carla was the one asking back.

As if it were some kind of joke, as if she were asking where the punchline was.

But her awkward smile soon withered under Frondier’s gaze, her eyes filling with anxiety and unease.

“Wh, what are you talking about?”

“It’s exactly as I said.”

Poseidon cannot give out divine power.

Because he’s currently bound to the sea.

“Poseidon is unaware of the situation of even the Gods around him. To give divine power to a human, that’s completely impossible.”

And in reality, Poseidon has no reason to share his divine power.

The reason Gods share their power with humans is that they are not present in this world.

‘If he existed openly in this world like Poseidon, he wouldn’t need to give power to anyone, he could just strut around himself. It would be a more efficient way to gather believers than giving out divine power. And he could personally take care of exterminating the monsters outside the Falind continent.’

However, Poseidon is currently unable to do so, as his feet are tied.

Most Gods grant their divine power from the world of salvation to establish their presence and influence among humans.

Originally, the perception was strong that Gods help humans to eradicate the monsters outside, but from Frondier’s point of view, it’s hard to see it as simply good.

“Bu, but Poseidon actually bestowed divine power upon Charon….”

Carla seemed confused.

It seemed certain that Charon had received power from someone.

Poseidon is bound to the sea, but there is another Poseidon who is currently giving divine power to Charon.

For Frondier, a clear answer emerged to resolve this contradictory situation.

“A fake.”

Frondier declared.

“The Poseidon we met in the sea, and the Poseidon who supposedly gave divine power to Charon. One of them is a fake.”

At that, Arald narrowed his eyes and spoke.

“……It’s hard to believe that the Poseidon we met is a fake.”

“Me too.”

Except for Carla, everyone here had seen Poseidon in person. His enormous physique, his overwhelming presence, and the divine power to lift a giant ship without lifting a finger.

Even Frondier and Elodie, who wouldn’t be out of place being called the strongest in the Falind continent, clearly felt the difference in their levels.

That was undoubtedly a God. Not some clumsy fake.

“Then the other one is the fake. The one who supposedly gave divine power to Charon.”

“A fake gave divine power?”

Carla asked as if she didn’t understand Arald’s words, but Frondier nodded.

“There’s something I found out recently.”

Frondier recalled the not-so-distant past.

‘Right. When I saw the purple mist coming from Antero, I truly believed it was the advent of a God.’

But what appeared was a devil.

Even Frondier, who could see the mist, couldn’t distinguish between a God and a devil.

Other people would never be able to tell.

“To the human eye, divine power and a devil’s contract look exactly the same.”

The fact that a pandemonium occurs when divine power and demonic power clash means that their structures are almost identical.

“……A devil is imitating a God?”

Carla asked, but she seemed to be suppressing a shudder as she closed her mouth tightly.

As if the words she had just uttered were not her own.

Frondier pondered for a moment at her question.

Based on the reasoning so far, he thought it was plausible. At least that was the only possibility he could think of at the moment. Carla’s words were the conclusion he had just reached.

However, if that’s really the case,

“Is such a thing truly possible?”

Frondier asked Lily.

“Why are you asking her that?”

Carla interjected, but he didn’t have time to answer her right now.

Lily’s face looked like she had just watched a third-rate movie at the theater.

With a deeply contorted expression, as if speaking the words themselves was unpleasant, she slowly spat them out.

“……It is possible, but.”

“It’s insane.”

It was Arald who spoke up.

“The possibility of a devil imitating a God is not the issue. It’s the kind of thought that a devil would entertain. Even without realizing that divine power and demonic power are similar, a devil could still use power that appears divine. If they possess that level of power, that is. But that’s…”

“……Blasphemy.”

Frondier finished, and Arald nodded.

A devil imitating a God.

If this were to reach the ears of the Gods, the devil would not be able to avoid a war with them.

This was an even greater blasphemy than the replication Frondier was doing.

The devil would be giving the Gods a cause for war that wouldn’t even need propaganda.

“At that point, worrying about a civil war in Palma would be the least of our concerns.”

“Indeed. A war between Gods and devils. We should be concerned about humans getting crushed like shrimp in the middle of it.”

The scale of the situation escalated in an instant.

Arald spoke with a more serious expression than ever.

“As I’ve always said, devils have no king. This stems from the highly individualistic nature of devils. Devils have little sense of solidarity or belonging. It’s impossible for such devils to win a war against the Gods. They wouldn’t unite, they would scatter.”

“If that’s true, why haven’t the Gods already defeated the devils? Why not fight a war where victory is assured?”

He had heard that Gods and devils have been in a long-standing conflict. Wouldn’t they want to defeat them as quickly as possible?

Arald shook his head.

“Frondier, why do you think the Gods don’t punish the monsters?”

“……Huh?”

“Humans think that divine punishment is always meted out through their prayers and faith, but you know the truth, Frondier. Gods could wipe out monsters at any time if they wanted to. They have all sorts of ways to do it.”

Frondier had been on the receiving end of both monsters and devils, and the Gods, for that matter.

If the Gods had targeted monsters instead of him, they could have done to them what they did to him.

But they don’t.