A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 130

It feels like too many things have been happening ever since I entered the Academy. That was Luna’s thought.

At the beginning of her enrollment, she met Sivar, who had been living as a Wildling, and afterward, all sorts of incidents, including demons, broke out.

She wanted to live like an ordinary student, but as long as she was connected to demons, that was impossible. For now, the only option was to grow stronger.

‘Did he… split the sky…?’

It was during the weekends when she was steadily growing stronger through grueling efforts.

Today, Luna witnessed the pinnacle of strength with her own eyes. A mere human had split the sky.

This wasn’t even an expression one would find in a novel or a poem. When Rize punched toward the sky, it split into two.

Since ancient times, the sky had been a symbol of the divine and a realm mortals could only dream of. Splitting or breaking space was on a completely different level.

“How long will it take to recover?”

“If you rest well for a week, you should be fine. For now, since Lord Gulak has responded, let’s check the results first.”

The very person who had split the sky in two appeared completely unbothered.

Although her ample chest, comparable to Ellie’s, had disappeared, it was still better than splitting the sky.

‘No, wait. That’s strange too.’

Luna stared intently at Rize’s chest. It was flat enough to be called a cliff without exaggeration.

It was to the point where Luna felt her own chest seemed bigger in comparison. Of course, to clarify, she wasn’t exactly small herself.

It was just that everyone around her was unusually large, making her seem smaller by comparison. By average standards, she was definitely not small. Really.

‘What kind of person is Lord Chaos, anyway…?’

She never imagined a chest could literally serve as a “pocket.” But ironically, it was utterly chaotic.

Luna shook her head, feeling as though all common sense had been shattered.

Thinking too much about it made her head spin. She decided to just accept it as it was.

“It seems like everything’s done. Should we go too?”

“…Let’s do that.”

Nodding at Ellie’s suggestion, Luna began to walk.

The altar, where lightning had poured down like a waterfall, surprisingly seemed intact.

“Saint, is this perhaps your original appearance from the past?”

“If it’s before I received Lord Chaos’s blessing, then yes.”

“It really did serve as a kind of pocket. Fascinating.”

“The more I grew, the larger it became. For now, it feels comfortable.”

While Ellie and Rize chatted, Luna approached Sivar.

Next to Sivar was Kara, and they were both intently observing something.

“Sister, isn’t everything over?”

“Huh? Oh, you’re here.”

Even as Luna greeted Kara, she couldn’t stop her gaze from drifting downward.

Despite being a woman, Kara’s outfit naturally drew attention. Especially those firm abs, which were oddly captivating.

Luna had been working hard under Rize’s guidance, but her muscles hadn’t developed much. Her abs, in particular, barely showed.

In that sense, Kara’s figure was practically Luna’s ideal. Of course, Rize’s physique was overly excessive, so she excluded that.

“Ragnarok is fully repaired. But I’m questioning whether this is really correct.”

“What changed?”

“It’s changed so much that it’s a problem. Want to take a look?”

Luna tore her gaze away from Kara and looked at the altar.

As Kara had mentioned, the restored Ragnarok was placed on the altar, but its appearance was a bit strange.

“Huh? The color…”

Originally, Ragnarok was a black axe. However, its blade had always been somewhat dull.

After all, it was a ritual axe with a hammer section, specialized for “breaking.”

“The color is a bit unusual, right? It seems to have merged with the Usk Axe.”

However, the restored Ragnarok was different from before. First, the axe blade had turned white.

It was as if the dangerous parts had been painted separately. Just looking at it made one feel like it could cut anything.

The same applied to the hammer section. It was painted white, just like the blade.

“My Usk…”

“Don’t be too disappointed. You’re the only one who’ll use it for now anyway, right? Just be grateful that Lord Gulak repaired it. Anything beyond that is greed.”

While Kara consoled the disappointed Sivar, Luna observed Ragnarok.

The addition of white to the previously jet-black Ragnarok made it look even cooler.

Moreover, it had grown larger. Perhaps because two axes had merged, it now resembled a Battle Axe.

However, the handle was slightly short to be called a true Battle Axe. Its size was more fitting for versatility.

Above all, merging with the Usk Axe could only have improved it, not made it worse.

‘Could it be imbued with the Saint’s Divine Power?’

Rize’s Divine Power was essentially the will of Chaos. That might explain why the axes had fused into one.

Luna stared at Ragnarok for a while before focusing her gaze. She wanted to check its detailed performance.

[Ragnarok of Chaos: SS+]

[An axe reborn through the collaboration of Chaos and Destruction.]

[Originally a ritual axe, Ragnarok gained a new form imbued with Chaos. Its blade will cut through anything, and its hammer will destroy everything.]

[Special Effect: Thunder]

[Even those who do not command thunder can wield it. However, those unqualified will fall victim to the thunder.]

“…”

It’s broken. Ridiculously broken.

That was Luna’s assessment after confirming the effects of the reborn Ragnarok.

The original Ragnarok’s grade was SS. With the Blessing of Gulak, it could already be considered mythical.

However, this newly reborn axe was SS+. While it might seem like just a single plus, that was a grave misunderstanding.

It was equivalent to an entire tier upgrade. It had already been an incredible weapon, and now it was even more powerful. Words couldn’t describe it.

‘It was already monstrous, and now it’s even stronger? I can’t believe this is real.’

Ragnarok had been difficult to wield unless one was a follower of Gulak.

But this was different. From the description, it seemed even non-followers of Gulak could wield thunder.

If Sivar, Kara, or Hector used this? Unless it was Rize or Rod, no one could stop them.

‘I want something like this too.’

Being a swordsman by nature, axes didn’t appeal to her much. But its appearance and performance were extraordinary.

It was a weapon that wouldn’t be out of place in mythology. From now on, Sivar would probably wield this.

A warrior clad in lightning, cutting through the battlefield. Just imagining it was thrilling.

“Let’s check its performance first. Try summoning Ragnarok.”

“Okay.”

Thud!

While Luna was lost in her imagination, Sivar began testing its performance. He started with the most basic Retrieval Ability.

Fortunately, the engravings seemed to have been restored, as it was retrieved effortlessly. That alone was sufficient for the test.

“How’s the weight? Has it gotten much heavier?”

“A little.”

“Hmm… Luna, you try holding it. Sivar is naturally strong, so he might not notice the difference.”

Kara took Ragnarok from Sivar and handed it to Luna.

For a moment, the keyword “qualification” from the description flashed through Luna’s mind, but she accepted it anyway.

Crackle!

“Ah!”

As soon as Luna touched the axe, an anomalous phenomenon occurred. The moment it made contact with her hand, a faint spark jumped from Ragnarok.

The unexpected situation startled not only Luna but everyone watching nearby.

This had never happened before. Something was definitely off.

“Ugh… Why is there suddenly lightning…?”

“Why is it doing this? Want to try touching it again?”

“O-Okay, just a moment…”

Crackle!!

When Luna tried to touch it again, a stronger spark erupted. This time, it jumped before she even made contact.

Luna recoiled in shock, as if the axe was rejecting her touch.

Meanwhile, Kara, who was holding Ragnarok, seemed completely unaffected.

“That’s strange. Why is it doing this? It used to be something anyone could touch.”

“Ugh… Could it be because Lord Chaos’s aura is imbued in it?”

Luna offered her opinion while still rubbing her tingling fingers. It was the only explanation that made sense.

Kara seemed to agree with the reasoning, nodding briefly before shifting her gaze.

Her gaze landed on Rize, who was still chatting with Ellie.

“Saintess, could I ask you for a moment of your time?”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Ragnarok seems to have changed. When Luna tried to touch it, lightning sparked. It wasn’t like this before.”

“Ah, that thing?”

Rize, as if understanding immediately, spoke and walked over to Kara. She naturally took Ragnarok from her hands.

Unlike with Luna, no lightning occurred. Instead, it was remarkably docile.

“The reason is simple. The Will of Chaos has been imbued in it. Those without the proper qualifications will find it difficult to even hold.”

“What’s the relationship between Chaos and qualifications?”

“I don’t know either. If Lord Chaos wills it, then that’s how it is.”

“…”

Kara made a reluctant expression. It was an irresponsible statement, but since it was about Chaos, it could be overlooked.

In any case, there was no chance that Ragnarok could be stolen by anyone. That was quite an advantage.

However, not all questions were resolved. At this, Ellie, who had been silently listening, spoke up.

“Then what kind of qualifications must one have to wield it?”

“It’s simple. One must receive the favor of either Lord Gulak or Lord Chaos. Since it’s about qualifications, physical strength isn’t a factor.”

In other words, it meant Luna hadn’t received the favor of either god. Realizing this, Luna pouted in frustration.

But what could she do? Kara had been offering rituals and tributes to Gulak for ages, and Sivar was personally chosen by Chaos.

She wanted to try hard as well, but the circumstances didn’t allow it. Kara, who offered tributes every week, was truly impressive.

‘Lord Chaos is out of the question anyway.’

Unlike other gods, Chaos required one to be “chosen.” For the record, the will of mortals wasn’t taken into account.

Still, it was far better to devote oneself to Gaia or Gulak than to rely on such uncertainty. The only problem was the lengthy process.

‘Besides, there’s no need to be greedy, is there?’

To begin with, she had been greedy. As the saying goes, “A pine caterpillar survives by eating pine needles.”

Simply giving up and finding peace of mind wasn’t a bad idea. When the time came, she might be able to wield it.

“Ah, I’ve got a good idea.”

At that moment, Sivar, who had been listening to Rize’s explanation, spoke up. His mention of a good idea drew everyone’s attention.

He then picked up Ragnarok and began descending the mountain. Since everyone had finished their tasks, they followed him.

“Go on ahead. I’ll clean up and change first.”

Kara, who was wearing a dancer’s outfit, stayed behind at the altar to change and tidy up.

Following Sivar, the others arrived at a very familiar place.

“Sivar, do you have some business with the Headmaster?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Sivar’s steps led him to none other than the building where Rod resided—a place where he had once stayed with Sivar.

Watching Sivar approach the building, Luna felt an inexplicable sense of unease. She had a strong feeling he was about to cause trouble.

‘Well, it’s not me who’ll get scolded, but Sivar…’

First, she needed to see what he was up to. Luna smirked to herself and followed behind.

Soon, they arrived at the door of Rod’s residence, and a knock was heard. A familiar voice responded.

[Come in.]

As soon as the voice was heard, Sivar immediately flung the door open. Luna and the others followed him inside.

At that moment, Rod was leisurely reading a book, as usual, with his favorite tea brewing beside him.

“So, what’s the matter? It felt like the sky was splitting in two just now.”

“That aura was my doing, so there’s no need to worry.”

“It was you, was it? That’s a relief. At least I don’t have to go through the trouble of confirming it.”

Apparently, Rod had also witnessed the sky splitting in two. Considering the chaos that unfolded, it would’ve been strange not to notice.

If that were the case, the Academy might face significant confusion, but a proper explanation should suffice. Given the recent string of incidents, this was minor in comparison.

“Rod, here.”

“Hmm? Why is Ragnarok—no, wait. Its appearance has changed quite a bit. Its aura feels unusual too.”

When Sivar handed over Ragnarok, Rod reacted with visible curiosity.

It made sense, as Rod was entirely unaware that Ragnarok had been damaged.

Thus, he immediately noticed the changes in its appearance, though he had no idea what had transpired.

“Try holding it. No, just hold it.”

“…”

So that’s what it was. Luna realized Sivar’s mischievous (?) intentions and let out a hollow laugh.

Rod wasn’t chosen by Chaos, nor was he a believer of Gulak. This meant he likely lacked the qualifications.

In other words, Sivar intended to hand over Ragnarok to Rod just to mess with him.

‘Seriously, he’s like a child…’

Whether it was a joke or something more serious, one thing was clear.

There was a reason Chaos had chosen Sivar. Having lived in the wilderness, this behavior could be excused.

While Luna was lost in thought, Rod accepted Sivar’s suggestion without any suspicion, though he did find it odd.

Crackle!

As expected, the moment Rod grabbed the handle, a faint spark erupted. Luna flinched at the sight.

Even a spark could sting quite a bit. She knew this firsthand from her own experience.

“Hmm?”

Crackle! Crackle!

However, Rod only showed mild curiosity, firmly gripping the handle despite the continuous sparks.

Both Luna and Sivar were visibly taken aback as they watched. It seemed they hadn’t expected him to persist through sheer willpower.

Meanwhile, the sparks emanating from the axe handle grew increasingly intense. It had gone beyond mere sparks now.

If this continued, Rod’s hand might end up charred black. Realizing this, Sivar hurriedly moved to retrieve it.

“Huff!”

Clench!

Rod tightened his grip on the handle, and then something extraordinary happened.

The fierce sparks that had been rejecting him suddenly vanished.

It didn’t feel like the axe was merely held by someone qualified—it felt as though it had submitted to Rod.

“Fascinating. Does this weapon possess a will? I’ll need an explanation for this.”

“H-How?”

“How, you ask?”

In response to Sivar’s question, Rod smirked faintly and answered.

“Anything that ends up in my hand can be treated as a sword. And I’ve made countless swords submit to me throughout my life.”

“…”

In other words, this is what he meant.

“Didn’t I turn a branch into a sword last time? It’s a similar principle.”

Does the Sword Saint look like a joke to you?

‘Yeah, I should just give up on weapons.’

Watching this, Luna was able to let go of her greed.