Chapter 1: Prologue

The man gripped the sword with both his hands. The blade, held vertically, reflected the sunlight.

[Baldur. Give me strength].

The blade glowed as if responding to the chant.

The man exhaled, then kicked the ground and leaped. The ground collapsed where he had struck, and the air trembled briefly as it followed him.

A horde of beasts filled the landscape before him.

The blade reached the head of one of them, a cow with two horns growing out of its head, standing on its two feet.

[Ugh......!]

 

The blade flew toward the temple of the cow's head, slicing a bit of flesh.

However, his wholehearted attack stopped there.

The cow stretched out its arms and grabbed the man's leg. In mid-air, the man was held helplessly.

Huong, the sound of wind distorted in front of him,

[──!]

Boom, the cow threw the man against a tree next to it, like a wet towel.

Whether it was his back or his side, the man had been hit somewhere, broken somewhere, and vomited blood from somewhere.

Slowly, his body slipped from the tree.

The leg that held him broke. No, torn apart would be the right word.

As he rolled onto his stomach, he looked up.

The sun was shining. The same light that had made his sword glow a moment ago. Sunlight broke through the green clusters of trees.

And the cow.

The cow looked at him, with her cow-like eyes.

[......Baldur, who presides over Justice and Light, make me.......]

 

And there was a sound, a crackling sound.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I looked at the monitor for a moment.

The phrase 'GAME OVER' was displayed in the center of the screen in a plain and unpretentious manner.

Hmm, I snorted. And inhaled just as hard.

"Mangem!"

I remembered the price of the keyboard as I reached for the shotgun, and as I was about to throw away the mouse, I remembered its price as well.

My hands hovered in the air for a moment, then I crossed my arms.

"I've tried everything I can think of."

‘Etius’, a game of swords and magic, gods and demons.

I don't know anyone else who is as deeply into this game as I am.

Everyone else shouted Manggem before me and escaped.

And now that I've finally declared it a Manggem, I'm both the dumbest gamer and the biggest victim.

"I thought it was god-game."

Lively AI, a vast open world, compelling characters, and tons of content.

At launch, it was described as a fantasy world like no other.

In reality, it was a balance game.

Except for the death of the main character, no one has seen the ending of this game.

It's a vast open world, but there are boundaries that you can't go beyond because of demons, and once you cross those boundaries, you can't easily kill even ordinary mobs.

It doesn't seem like a game designed to be cleared. And the company seems to have no intention of fixing it.

And that's what fueled my desire to challenge it.

'If it's not going to be fixed, there must be a way around it somewhere.’ That's what I believed.

Why I did it.

"I'm tired."

I put my arms on my desk and buried my face in them.

It was time for me to say goodbye to this game.

The game over just now was the last move I thought of to beat this game.

That also failed, leaving me no other choice.

"Student Frondier."

Finally, Etius became the first game I couldn't clear.

Since no one else has been able to clear it, let's leave it out of the question.

"Frondier de Roach."

......I don't know what that means.

I heard a strange sound coming from my room, where I was alone by myself.

I raised my head….

"......?"

….and saw a blackboard.

In front of it, a woman who seemed to be a teacher was holding a book like a textbook and giving a lecture or something.

And that teacher was looking at me now.

"Oh, me?"

I blurted out.

Frondier? I've never heard of that name before.

"Then who else is there besides you?"

The teacher said, as if it were obvious. As if it was obvious that I was Fondier or something.

I looked around the room. I saw the faces of students in their school uniforms.

Some of them were giggling at me.

‘This isn't my room.’

This is a classroom. My room has become a classroom. I buried my face in my desk and woke up to this.

‘.......Ah’

This is a dream.

I must be mad with the game Etius to have such a vivid dream.

"Student Frondier, do you know what the name of this weapon is?"

The teacher pulled up a screen to her right.

It was the ‘wiser view, a magical device that projected images into thin air.

Seeing the magic technique I've only seen in games, in reality, was a special feeling.

‘That’s it.’

I saw that it was a weapon the teacher had projected with a wiser view.

It was a branch. Not a weapon.

‘......Aha.’

I got it. What the teacher wanted an answer to.

But it's a dream.

I tried to be a little more clueless.

"That's a branch. It's not a weapon."

The students' laughter grew louder. The teacher sighed.

"I see, you didn't pay attention to class today."

Of course, I didn't. I should have.

"......Teacher, was today's lesson about 'Baldur'?"

Baldur, the God of Light, Son of Odin, in Norse mythology.

He was stabbed to death by a mistletoe twig.

The twig was named 'Mistiltein'.

In other words, I had to look at that twig and say ‘Mistiltein’ to be correct.

The teacher looked at me as if I had something strange.

"It's ......, yes. Student Frondier, if you knew."

"Teacher."

I looked again at the branches in the overhead view.

There was no mistaking it. It’s just a 'twig'.

"Mistiltein don't look like that."

A weapon that will one day be wielded by the protagonist in the world of Etius.

I've seen and wielded it countless times.

I can't tell the difference between mistletoe twigs and Mistiltein.

"......."

"......."

Students and teachers looked at me in silence. Their gazes were filled with displeasure, anger, and disgust.

They were. Because that's what everyone thought Mistiltein really looked like at the start of the game.

"......."

Let's see, so.

When will this dream end?

* * *

A week has passed since then.......

I decided to admit it. This wasn't a dream. Whether I admit it or not, this was a reality.

I thought it was a dream, so I said something about Mistiltein, but it only made my image worse.

As I walked through the hallway, I heard voices calling out to me.

-Is that the guy who was talking crap in class?

……..He and I are in charge of him.

"Well, I guess this body had a bad reputation, to begin with."

Now I was in a mansion. A mansion that used to belong to the owner of this body.

As for how I got in here, as soon as I got out of school, there was an assistant waiting at the front door to take me to my car.

I got into a very luxurious sedan and was driven here.

...... By this point, I had some expectations. I realized that even if I’m not the protagonist, this body was the scion of a fairly prestigious noble family.

Moreover, I liked what I saw in the mirror.

The jet-black hair and eyes were so inky black that they were quite alluring, and so was his appearance.

I was almost blindsided by this appearance until I found out my true identity.

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I looked at the wristwatch on the desk in my room.

A smartwatch.

The only thing I'd brought with me when I crossed over from my original world. Was it because it was on my wrist, and if so, why did my clothes change?

That’s something I still don't know.

I wondered if this smartwatch would work, but it didn't just work.

-Name: Frondier de Roach

-Age: 17 years old

-Affiliation: Second son of House Roach, First-year Constell trainee

-Race: Human

-Divinity: None

Skill Details >

Magic Details >

Quests >

It worked in a completely different way.

This wasn't a watch anymore.

It was the familiar status screen of Etius, on my smartwatch.

When I saw this, I felt it. The realization that I had fallen into another world.

For me, a complete outsider, this status screen was a small salvation.

"......Frondier de Roach."

It was an unfamiliar name. It took me a while to recall who it was.

I worked really hard on this game. Trying to find the hidden elements in every nook and cranny. Even for me, it was a difficult character to recall.

And when I finally recalled, I sighed.

── Frondier the Human Sloth.

It's a derogatory term for a sloth. It doesn't mean anything else, it's just a slur.

Indolent but powerful, Lazy, but with something hidden, It's not like that.

Just an indolent, lazy character. It's just that character.

"It's not that I don't understand being lazy, it's just the way the skills are structured."

In the world of Etius, only skill, magic, and divine power determine who is strong and weak, competent and incompetent.

Of these, Divine Power means the power given by Gods.

In Etius, all sorts of mythological gods appear and grant powers to humans. But there aren't many people like that.

Those who are granted divine powers are no different from being chosen, and all those who actually have them are named.

Skills and magic, on the other hand, can be learned by anyone, but they pale in comparison to divine powers. It's not that easy to get either.

Very few, indeed, have managed to create skills and magic that surpass Divine Power through great effort and talent.

Frondier has no natural divine power, and no magic while the skills….

Skill Details>

[Weave]

-Rank: Unique

-Description: Replicates an image of an object and stores it. However, it is an illusion. It goes through the process of 'workshop' and 'replication'.

- Workshop: Stores the woven object in a virtual space.

- Replicate: Duplicate the objects stored in the workshop.

…they looked like this.

What does this mean?

I picked up a fountain pen from my desk and used 'weave'.

The image of the fountain pen was saved, and the saved image was filled in as if threads were being woven before my eyes.

It's like being printed on a 3D printer.

Maybe that's why it's called 'weave'.

[Luxury Fountain Pen by Viet] (Duplicate)

-Grade: Common

-Description: A weave that mimics a fountain pen. It has no physical substance.

I held the real fountain pen in my left hand and the replica in my right.

To my eyes, they look exactly the same.

This was weaving. It was a virtual duplication of an object.

The image of an object that has been 'woven' in this way is stored in the 'workshop'.

As written above, the workshop is like my own virtual space where I can easily view the things I've saved.

Like augmented reality, I can see it with my own eyes and display my weapons, tools, and other items without hiding them.

Therefore, the weave is possible anytime, anywhere.

For only the things that I see with my own eyes.

Even if I know a weapon in my head, it will not be stored in my workshop until I actually see it.

Before I transmigrated, Frondier had already used it a few times and had several weapons and items stored.

...... It sounds too good to be true.

However, they were all an illusion, so they all were fakes.

These replica fountain pens can't write, let alone pierce a sheet of paper.

Moreover, they are only visible to me, so no one else can tell if I'm weaving or not.

It's an illusion that doesn't interfere with reality at all.

......I’m going to call it a 'delusion'.

I have no idea what to do with this.

"It’s a skill I’ve never seen while playing Etius."

Since I've never seen it, of course, it had a Unique grade.

In Etius, the Unique grade is different from other grades.

While grades exist from the lowest, ‘common’ to the highest, ‘divine,’ the ‘unique’ grade is not included among them.

Instead, a Unique grade has a different characteristic. It is unique i.e., there is only one.

That's why it's not a measure of good or bad. If there's only one of something, no matter how insignificant it is, it gets a ‘unique’ grade.

...... But what a useless Unique skill.

"Sloth Frondier."

This skill seems to prove the nickname wrong.

From now on, I'm going to have to live through a game that I couldn't even complete as the main character, and that too in the body of Frondier.

"It's not a matter of just surviving."

I clicked on the ‘Quests’ section of my smartwatch.

Quests >

[Main Quest: Change of Destiny]

-Description: You know the end of humanity's destruction. Save humanity and change its fate.

This quest was there from the beginning, as soon as I opened my smartwatch. It was probably there from the moment I transmigrated into the body of Frondier.

Based on the description of this quest, I know the ending of this game. Or rather, I know what happens if I don't clear the game.

The end of mankind is grim.

If it was a normal game, there would be a demonic or equivalent final boss, or a vast conspiracy, or darkness. It would not be about humanity’s destruction.

Just get slaughtered by the demons. Humanity's land will gradually be taken over by the demons, and finally, unable to withstand the tide of demons, they are swept away.

Even the protagonist of this game had such a futile end.

And now it was up to me to stop it. Stop it. Hahaha.

Snap.

A maid's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Master Frondier, may I come in?"

"Uh, yes."

Without knowing it, I replied with respect. Fondier is a nobleman by birth, so it would be awkward to talk like this.

The maid who entered also looked at me as if I were a bit of an oddity. Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud.

"Master Frondier, a letter has arrived for you."

"A letter? From whom?"

I force myself to say. It'll be awkward for a while, but I'll gradually get used to it.

"It's from Master Enfer."

"......My father?"

Enfer, Frondier's father.

I don't know the character Frondier, but I do know Enfer. I know him very well.

Enfer de Roach, the Iron Wall of the North.

A superhuman who has never allowed the invasion of demons in his estate, Yeranhes, a territory on the fringes of the Terst Empire.

The reason why I am so familiar with the name Fondier is that his father, Enfer, and his first son, Atzier, make up almost all of House Roach.

Enfer is a general with the command of a legionnaire and the personal strength of a Zodiac, one of the twelve fingers of the continent.

He inherited all of his father's prodigious talents and grew upon them, making him an official Etius scam character.

Enfer, now my father, wrote to me a letter.

I nervously took the letter from the maid and opened the seal. The letter contained a single sentence.

[Frondier, I have had enough of your slothfulness.

I want you to be in the top ten overall in your class at Constell.

If you don’t, you will be excommunicated.]

I read the whole thing and exhaled through my nose. Then I inhaled just as much.

"......Manggem!"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!"

It seems my life was about to be cut short.

I heard a ding, a monotonous notification, and checked my smartwatch.

[Sub-Quest Created]

[Sub-Quest: Father's Order]

-Description: Frondier's laziness in the past has pushed his father's patience to the limit.

-Objective: Finish in the top 10 overall at Constell within this semester.

-Reward: Earn the approval of Enfer.

-Failure: Excommunication.

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