Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2046: One man army

"What is the maximum number you can summon at once?"

"To what extent do you control the objects you produce?"

"How much time do these creations endure after formation?"

After shaking off their initial astonishment, a flood of varied queries poured from them toward me.

Answering these straightforward inquiries proved simple for me, yet the simultaneous onslaught from everyone overwhelmed me a touch.

Regaining their composure, they unleashed their inquiries without any hesitation, their curiosity unrestrained as befitted these dedicated scholars.

The issue lay in my singularity; I couldn't possibly respond effectively amid such a chaotic barrage of questions.

My sole option was to urge them to settle down before proceeding with responses to their probes.

Truth be told, showcasing the process proved far simpler than merely verbalizing the explanations.

Thus, it wasn't long until they clutched the artifacts I had forged, scrutinizing them with intense focus.

Witnessing their fascination stirred a touch of unease in me, given that these were my personal creations.

Grasping them in such a manner felt nearly equivalent to exposing myself openly before their eyes.

Soon enough, astonished gasps escaped from the group of researchers.

Through the duration of my efforts in crafting this artifact, they had accumulated some insights into creation divine energy—or more precisely, Max had delved deeper into it as the leading expert on the subject.

"Each of these armaments surpasses those forged solely from pure creation divine energy."

"Well, isn't that expected since I'm the creator?" I remarked upon their realization.

As the origin of the creation divine energy, it stood to reason that the armaments I produced would outmatch the standardized versions from the templates.

After all, these were armaments shaped from divine energy I had channeled and solidified into an artifact.

"Unlike other divine energy armaments, they display no traces of decay. It appears something is steadily supplying them with additional power."

"They're connected to me, allowing me to infuse more energy at will. Naturally, they'll never deplete." I clarified matter-of-factly, yet they stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.

Their reactions puzzled me completely.

Consider how a mage's incantation gains potency with extra mana poured into it.

The armaments from the orb functioned identically to a mage's incantation.

One could view these armaments as spells uniquely bound to me.

Ultimately, only bewildered glances were directed my way following my responses.

Their gazes held the intensity of those beholding a monstrous entity.

Words failed me in the face of such stares, especially since I viewed the orb's capabilities as utterly ordinary—yet their expressions revealed a starkly different perspective.

"How sustained can you maintain this?"

"For as long as divine energy remains in me, these can persist." I replied initially, then a sudden insight struck, prompting me to append, "Indeed, linking to an endless source should enable perpetual continuation."

Yet, sensing an inaccuracy, I quickly amended, "However, that energy would pale compared to mine, rendering the resulting armaments less potent."

No elaboration was required; all grasped my implication, well aware of Queenie's unique gift.

This revelation only intensified the odd expressions etched on their faces toward me.

In time, weary sighs emerged as they regarded me with the resignation of those helpless against a notorious rascal.

I hardly saw myself as troublesome, though evidently, they did.

No argument from me could sway their view, and truthfully, a flicker of smug satisfaction stirred within at this.

It signified their genuine admiration for the orb I had brought into being.

Though its marvels eluded my full comprehension, their awe was unmistakable—and that alone sufficed.

...

"He's an absolute monster."

"Indeed, that orb transforms him into a solitary force of devastation..."

"He summons and commands those weapons without delay. It's akin to hurling an unstable explosive into the fray."

Such whispers circulated discreetly out of Zwein's earshot.

For inhabitants of this realm, such formidable might was unprecedented.

To their eyes, it verged perilously close to divine intervention, a feat reserved solely for the gods.

In that moment, subtle links formed in their minds to a particular effigy.

Unwittingly, a display of prowess had ignited profound reverence, surpassing mere commonplace devotion.

This burgeoning zeal edged toward outright fanaticism.

Oblivious to it all, he was forging his destiny among the exalted divine...