Overgeared

Chapter 301

On the large screen, Elfin Stone scattered into black smoke. It was an incredible result.

Lim Cheolho stretched out a hand towards Yoon Sangmin and Team Leader Ashley, whose mouths were gaping open.

“Come on, give it to me.”

The two people pulled out a 50,000 won note.

“Ugh…! My allowance…”

“I won’t be able to buy chicken this week…”

Yoon Sangmin and Team Leader Ashley had some of the highest salaries in South Korea. However, they both had strict wives and only lived on a small amount of money. Their loss in the bet was really heartbreaking.

“I shouldn’t have bet… I never imagined this.”

They were convinced that Grid’s party wouldn’t succeed in the Elfin Stone raid. Lim Cheolho smiled warmly. “Grid won because he blocked the first Blood Field. If Blood Field was deployed at the beginning of the raid, the Overgeared members wouldn’t have been able to hold on that long.”

“I agree.”

Grid’s skills were improving day by day.

After reaching level 300 and waiting a short time to activate his newly acquired Item Combination skill, he could exert a fighting power comparable to the combat specialist legendary classes.

It was strong enough to transcend all presumptions. There was a reason Grid was included in the ‘five people who could make miracles’ that Lim Cheolho mentioned.

“But Grid… Isn’t it a little dangerous? Didn’t he die in the Blackening state?”

Chairman Lim Cheolho laughed at Yoon Sangmin.

“Grid will get to experience a whole new world.”

In the meantime, Grid’s radius of activity was too narrow. The Human World. He was active only in the Eternal Kingdom on the continent. It was necessary to experience the wide world that two billion users enjoyed.

“In the first place, it isn’t a dangerous place. Most of the residents are friendly and similar to humans.”

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[You have died.]

Grid had died before in the past. He died four times to the green slime that even level 5 beginners could go against. However, death was unfamiliar to Grid after he became Pagma’s Descendant.

The last time was with Doran. It had been a long time since he struggled against Yura and died. If it was the Grid of the past, he would’ve been trembling about the penalties caused by death. He would’ve cursed. But now he was different. He was worried about the safety of his party members.

‘Is everybody okay?’

Grid wasn’t sure if the Elfin Stone raid succeeded. His mind had darkened the moment the 5th strike of Linked Kill had landed.

“Status window.”

Lv.300 (11.05%)

“…Hah.”

Grid smiled as he checked the experience gauge on his status window. When he encountered Elfin Stone, Grid’s experience gauge was only 0%. If he had failed the Elfin Stone raid? Of course, his level would’ve decreased. However, now his experience gauge was at 11%.

In other words.

“The raid was a success.”

The death penalty at level 300 meant a 30% drop in experience, so he had gained 41% experience from Elfin Stone. It was a huge number, as expected of a named boss.

‘Everyone will be safe.’

Thank god. A relieved Grid was reminded of the pavranium.

‘Did he drop my pavranium?’

There was no need to worry even if it didn’t drop. His party members would search the city for it.

“In the meantime, I…”

items was ruined by death. In particular, the item combination meant that Failure

to

to head to

“…Where is this place?”

surrounding scenery was unfamiliar. It was a small

“…?”

However, Grid’s

the hell

store in the village. There were just 20 shacks, macaroon trees, and a

‘There aren’t any people.’

here instead of Reidan? A bug was unlikely. He never once heard

“Kuk….”

thinking ability was unable

go back to

do that, he needed to know his current location. Grid tried to ask the guild

my location right

send a message to the

“…Hell?”

a blue sky and warm breezes? Shouldn’t hell be darker and

“Dammit!”

end, Grid

I fell down into

No, he would’ve paid more attention to

too many people in the empire, the Vatican, and

power. It happened when Grid was sure that

“They are…?”

entrance of the village. They had strange appearances. Some men had horns on their foreheads, while some women had purple skin. They didn’t look strong, but it was hard to see them

‘Demonkin?’

didn’t want to fight when the durability

who was trying to run away. It

end I have to fight.

their hands and their clothes were dirty. It was

“Who are you?”

traveller

“…?”

or hostile towards Grid. They treated him normally.

aren’t

at his hands. They were pale. He looked at the rest of his body, but it was

‘Blackening wasn’t over.’

in a half demon state. The demonkin perceived him as their own people. An old demonkin put down a basket full

curious because it has been almost 100 years since a visitor came to this village. Wasn’t it an exhausting trip? Would you like to have a meal? As you can see, this is a poor village

grass?

and questioned.

made a

can we eat

are fortunate not to

“…?”

quite strange. These demonkin seemed different from the stories that Grid

in this shabby neighborhood… Are they

It was became a demonkin called Helmis came up and

they know that

nervous as Helmis looked at his hands with

Isn’t this very interesting? I’ve never

‘Blacksmith?’

Blacksmith among the demonkin?

‘Perhaps…’

who

notification window popped up in front of

will end

The problem was that it wouldn’t last

‘This…’

know what would happen if he changed back to a human here. The demonkin were surprisingly good people so Grid

you know how to

The demonkin said hopelessly.