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 they endure once brought into existence?"

After shaking off their initial surprise, the group fired a flurry of varied queries my way.

Responding to these straightforward inquiries was no trouble for me, though the simultaneous onslaught from everyone proved overwhelming.

As composure returned to them, it became clear they unleashed their inquiries without any hesitation. Their unrestrained eagerness was typical for such dedicated scholars.

The issue lay in my solitary presence; I simply couldn't reply effectively amid the chaotic barrage of questions.

All I managed was to urge them toward calm before tackling their curiosities one by one.

Truthfully, showcasing the process proved far simpler than mere verbal explanations.

Before long, they clutched the creations I had formed, scrutinizing each with intense focus.

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

Gripping them so closely felt akin to exposing my own essence right before their eyes.

Soon enough, astonished gasps echoed from the assembled researchers.

Through the period I devoted to crafting this artifact, they had accumulated knowledge about creation divine energy. More precisely, Max had delved deepest into it as the leading expert on the subject.

"Each of these arms outshines those forged solely from creation divine energy."

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

As the origin of the creation divine energy, it stood to reason that my forged weapons surpassed the standardized versions from the templates.

After all, these arms stemmed from divine energy I had channeled and solidified into an artifact.

"Unlike other divine energy arms, these display no decay. It appears some force is sustaining them with additional power."

"They're tied to me, allowing me to infuse more energy at will. Naturally, depletion isn't a concern." I clarified this as commonplace, yet they stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.

I couldn't fathom their stunned expressions.

Consider how a mage's incantation gains potency with extra mana infusion.

The orb's produced arms mirrored a mage's incantation in function.

One could view these arms as my personal incantation.

Ultimately, after fielding their queries, only peculiar gazes directed my way remained.

Their stares treated me like some horrifying beast.

I found myself speechless under such scrutiny, having deemed the orb's traits entirely ordinary. Yet their expressions revealed a starkly different perspective.

"How sustained can you maintain this?"

"With divine energy at my disposal, I can uphold these indefinitely," I replied initially, then a fresh idea struck, prompting me to append, "Indeed, linking to an endless source ought to enable eternal continuation."

But sensing an inaccuracy, I tacked on further, "Though that energy would pale against my own, rendering the resulting arms less potent."

No elaboration was required; all grasped my intent, familiar as they were with Queenie's gift.

This revelation only deepened the oddity in their gazes toward me.

In time, resigned sighs escaped them, their looks conveying utter helplessness regarding me. It resembled the exasperation reserved for a notorious mischief-maker.

I didn't see myself as troublesome, but evidently, they did.

Nothing I uttered would sway their view, and denying a flicker of smug satisfaction within me would ring false.

In essence, it signaled their admiration for the orb I'd fashioned.

Even if its marvel eluded my full comprehension, their awe was undeniable—and that sufficed.

...

"He's an absolute monster."

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

"No summoning delay for those controllable arms—it's akin to hurling an unstable explosive into the fray."

Such whispers unfolded discreetly behind Zwein's position.

For inhabitants of this realm, such potency remained utterly unprecedented.

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

As murmurs spread, ties formed in their minds to a particular effigy.

Unwittingly, a display of prowess had ignited devotion in onlookers, surpassing ordinary reverence.

This budding zeal edged toward outright fanaticism.

Unaware, he had begun forging his destiny among the exalted divine...