A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 131

I had repaired Ragnarok, so I spent the rest of the weekend training with Rize to adapt to it.

The newly transformed Ragnarok was too large to be considered a one-handed axe, yet slightly lacking to be a two-handed axe.

Its form was versatile, requiring me to learn various techniques, especially those involving the use of strength.

“You need to use not just your arm strength but also your back muscles. Let me help you with that.”

Luna taught me how to build muscles, while I taught her how to use them with precision.

Although I had used every muscle while living in the forest, I wasn’t skilled at moving them with precision.

Rize’s guidance on this was a great help. However, the important thing wasn’t the muscles.

“Are you talking about how to use Divine Power?”

“Yes.”

It was Divine Power. I asked Rize to teach me how to use it.

I had heard endlessly about the Divine Power of Chaos—how it often caused trouble.

But separate from that, I didn’t know how to use Divine Power at all. This was something I had only recently realized.

‘In the Soul World, it came to me naturally, but not here.’

In the game, if you were chosen by Chaos, you could use Divine Power. But I wasn’t.

Aside from Thunder of Gulak, I knew nothing. Watching Rize split the sky yesterday reminded me of this.

‘My Divine Power has surpassed 100 at just the right time. This should work.’

The Divine Power I had steadily accumulated had long since exceeded 100.

As I mentioned before, I had surpassed the minimum threshold a while ago. I had been so busy that I had forgotten about it.

Anyway, it was time to start using it in daily life and combat. That’s why I asked Rize for help.

Thunder of Gulak was compatible with my Red Mana, making it barely usable, but the Divine Power of Chaos was a different matter altogether.

“It’s nothing complicated. You just need to earnestly wish to Lord Chaos.”

“…That’s it?”

“Yes.”

But Rize’s explanation was absurdly lacking. It wasn’t even like saying, “The universe will help you if you wish hard enough.”

When I showed my disbelief, Rize scratched her head, looking like she didn’t have much else to say.

“It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But as I mentioned before, Lord Chaos is different from other gods. If you want healing, you need medical arts, and for ability enhancement, personal training is required. Divine Power represents the limits of potential.”

“What about yesterday? You split the sky.”

Not only did she split the sky, but Chaos’s will also imbued Ragnarok.

Even though it was a collaboration with Gulak, it was Rize who directed Chaos’s will toward the sky.

Could it be that only a Fist Saint or Saintess could achieve such a thing? If so, that would be a real headache.

“Ah, yesterday? That was also possible because I earnestly wished for it.”

“… …”

“You look like you don’t understand. Let me ask you instead—how do you control Lord Gulak’s Thunder?”

“Hmm…”

Listening to Rize’s explanation, I began to understand. In practice, Thunder manifested according to my will.

It was like manipulating mana—no specific incantation or language was required. The same likely applied to Gaia.

It was as natural as breathing, requiring no elaborate explanation. You just had to pray to Chaos.

“How do you confirm it?”

“What kind of confirmation are you referring to?”

“Your chest shrinking.”

I pointed to Rize’s diminished chest and asked. Over the course of a day, her Divine Power had recovered, and it had grown slightly.

Still, it was smaller than when she was in full condition. It was roughly on par with Luna’s chest.

“Are you asking about a way to visually confirm Divine Power, like how my chest shrank?”

“Yes.”

“That varies from person to person. My body is like this because it’s blessed by Lord Chaos, but everyone’s different.”

What an ambiguous and chaotic god. However, it’s likely that mana and Divine Power are closely connected.

In the Soul World, there was no gauge for Divine Power—only health, mana, and stamina.

When using Divine Power, MP was naturally consumed, so this might be similar.

Rize was a unique case, making her Divine Power consumption more noticeable.

‘It’s probably akin to mana exhaustion.’

If you completely depleted your mana, a single day wouldn’t be enough to recover. You’d need several days of rest.

Even physical exhaustion leaves you bedridden for days, so mana would be no different.

It’s only because Rize is Rize that she can still walk around. Most people would need to rest in bed for a while.

‘As for me…’

A single day of deep rest was enough to fully recharge me. In terms of long-term regenerative power, I far surpassed Rize.

I wasn’t sure if this should be considered regenerative power, but it was convenient, so I let it slide.

What mattered now was figuring out how to use Chaos’s Divine Power.

“There’s no need to rush. When the time comes, Lord Chaos will help you directly.”

“…Alright.”

“Ah, but it’s not like there’s no method at all…”

“Really?”

Just as I was about to feel disappointed, Rize’s words brought me back to attention. So there was a method—what could it be?

While I waited expectantly, she looked around and then walked somewhere.

Eventually, she grabbed Ragnarok, which was leaning against the corner of the room. What was she planning to do with it?

“This weapon is imbued with Lord Chaos’s will, so it should make things easier. Something interesting is about to happen.”

“… …”

I felt incredibly uneasy. Watching Rize grin while holding Ragnarok filled me with dread.

Then, Rize approached me with Ragnarok in hand and carefully held it out.

“Would you like to try holding it?”

Though I was a bit apprehensive, I held Ragnarok as she suggested. Nothing happened.

Since I was also a Follower of Chaos, it was only natural that I remained unharmed. I looked at Rize with a puzzled expression.

“Now, try thinking impure thoughts.”

“Impure thoughts?”

“Yes, thoughts that aren’t pure. Like how con artists are two-faced.”

“Hmm…”

What else could there be besides cursing Chaos? But that seemed too easy.

After pondering for a while, I came up with a good idea.

‘I want to touch a chest.’

I didn’t specify whose chest. They were all above average, so any would do.

Even if it was Luna’s, I wouldn’t mind. It’s common sense for a man to like women’s chests.

Grab-

“…?”

And nothing happened. Even with my hand on Ragnarok, everything was fine.

Could it be that this wasn’t considered an impure thought? I was internally flustered when—

“As I said, impure thoughts are closely tied to lies. Even if you have desires, if you express them openly, they’re pure.”

“…Even desires?”

“Yes. If you lie to seduce someone, Lord Chaos dislikes it. But if you openly say, ‘I want to have intercourse with you,’ He approves.”

“… …”

What kind of crazy god is this? I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t even respond.

Zap!

“Ahh!!”

The moment I cursed Chaos internally, a faint spark flickered from Ragnarok.

Even for someone accustomed to lightning, the spark was strong enough to sting.

“It seems you told a lie. Or perhaps you cursed Lord Chaos.”

“…Yeah.”

“This is roughly how it works. Since this weapon is imbued with Lord Chaos’s will, it makes judgment easier. But it’s not perfect. Humans often deceive even themselves.”

It felt a lot like a Magical Conch Shell. How did a great Sacred Relic end up being treated like this?

Hector would regret it immensely if he saw this. Breaking it wasn’t enough; now another god’s will was imbued in it.

While I was grumbling internally, Rize suddenly spoke as if she had a great idea.

“Ah! This could be a good opportunity to identify con artists, Brother Sivar.”

“?”

“Where is the con artist you said signed a contract last week?”

Could it be Jane? Since a week has passed since then, it might be time to visit the workshop.

“We can go together—both to show Brother Sivar the world and to deal with the con artist.”

“··· ···”

Jane is not a con artist. On the contrary, she’s a genius among geniuses.

Rize, completely unaware of this fact, was only thinking about teaching her a lesson.

If possible, I wanted to avoid them meeting, but eventually, they would need to get acquainted.

Besides, it could clear up misunderstandings and lead to more investment, so it wasn’t a bad choice.

“She’s an ordinary person.”

But Jane is an ordinary person. She has no connection to physical strength and no interest in gods.

Therefore, before Ragnarok could discern the truth, lightning was more likely to strike.

“It’ll be fine if I’m holding it. I can control its will.”

If that’s the case, it should be fine. I nodded and said.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

“Lead the way.”

Everything was fine, but couldn’t Ragnarok be put away? Though it was in Saint Form rather than Authority Form, the intimidation was no joke.

If Jane really were a con artist, wouldn’t that axe have split her head open?

That would never happen, but something felt uneasy. This inexplicable sense of unease wouldn’t go away.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

We were almost at Jane’s workshop when it happened.

Even in the shabby alley, the sound of vigorous hammering reached my ears.

The source of the noise was none other than Jane’s workshop. Since it was in a poorly equipped area even by Academy standards, it could only be Jane.

“Is this the place?”

“Yes.”

Creak—

When we opened the poorly oiled door and stepped inside, the hammering sound grew even louder.

At the same time, a wave of heat hit my face. I frowned at the sudden heat but quickly got used to it.

Clang! Bang! Bang!

At last, I could see Jane in her work clothes, hammering away.

I wasn’t sure what she was making, but her focused, hardworking figure was truly beautiful.

However, her glasses kept slipping down because of the sweat, and adjusting them looked rather inconvenient.

“Phew······ Huh?”

As if she had just finished her work, Jane straightened her back and wiped her sweat. Then her gaze met mine.

When Jane’s eyes met mine, she looked momentarily flustered but soon broke into a bright smile and exclaimed.

“You’re here! I was just wrapping up the final touches! But······”

Perhaps because I was her patron, Jane spoke in a confident and lively voice.

But when she noticed Rize standing next to me, her words trailed off. She adjusted her glasses, which had slipped down due to sweat, as an afterthought.

“Who is this? Is she your girlfriend?”

“No.”

Where on earth did she get the idea that she was my girlfriend? At my firm denial, Jane nodded as if it didn’t matter.

Meanwhile, Rize looked at Jane with a curious expression and took a step forward.

It was just one step, but she closed the distance to stand right in front of Jane.

“So, you’re the one who signed a contract with Brother Sivar.”

“Uh, yes. That’s correct, but······”

Startled by Rize’s sudden approach, Jane barely managed to respond. Her flustered state was obvious.

Then Rize scanned her up and down before smiling faintly and holding out Ragnarok.

“Would you like to touch it for a moment?”

“Uh······ sure.”

Jane hesitated for a moment before cautiously touching Ragnarok. As expected, no lightning struck, just as I had said earlier.

“How is it?”

“It’s an extraordinary weapon. May I examine it further?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. If anyone else touches it, lightning will strike.”

Most people would have given up immediately upon hearing that.

However, Jane’s personality is unique. Her eyes sparkled at the explanation, and she spoke urgently.

“Really? Now I’m even more curious. Please allow me, just this once.”

“Hmm······ Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With those words, Rize subtly let go of Ragnarok’s handle.

At this point, lightning should have struck, startling her—just like it had with Luna.

“Hmm······ It’s fine, though?”

“What?”

“Huh?”

But nothing happened. Ragnarok rested safely in Jane’s hands.

Though her lack of strength made it difficult for her to hold it even with both hands, she was still holding it.

This meant one of two things: Jane was either a believer of Gulak, or······

“Oh······! Ohhh!!”

She was under Chaos’s favor.

Rize seemed to realize this immediately, her reaction growing visibly excited.

Her expression and voice, uncharacteristically animated, reflected her excitement.

“Brother!”

“Y-Yes?”

Rize placed her hands on Jane’s shoulders and exclaimed.

The recoil caused Jane’s glasses to slip down. Her dazed expression looked endearing.

“To think I’d meet a noble person here! I never expected this!”

“Uh······ thank you? But may I ask who you are?”

“··· ···”

This feels like it’s about to go horribly wrong.

[Faith Increases!]

Yeah, we’re screwed.