Overgeared

Chapter 486

Ttang! Ttang!

Grid’s production of Mjolnir lasted 10 days and nights. It was his desire to create a perfect work. Braham was amazed.

‘This guy’s concentration...'

It was truly beyond imagination. It was more than when Pagma made the pavranium. It felt like he was looking at Mumud researching magic.

‘...A genius of effort.’

Grid’s overall talent was lacking when compared to Mumud and Pagma. In the first place, he wasn’t someone who could be placed on the same level as such geniuses. But his effort and will to pursue the best wasn’t lacking. Braham saw this very positively.

‘There is no talent as important as effort. Well, if he had extra talent than he could grow a lot faster than he is now.’

It was really great when seeing it, but also very poor. Braham tsked and felt sorry.

“Shit... This time is also a failure.”

Grid threw the unique rated Mjolnir back into the furnace. He was exploiting the fact that adamantium and the drake’s fangs had a very high durability. He would repeatedly destroy and remake it until Mjolnir was finished with a legendary rating.

'Hah, this guy really... He’s starting that hard work again from the beginning?’

Braham didn’t know how many times it had been already. Maybe Grid would repeat this for the next few months. Braham realized that Grid’s determination was at a fearsome level.

***

"Grid is still at the smithy?”

Grid had been stuck in the smithy for a fortnight.

"He should be devoting himself to hunting while the experience buff is still present. Why is he making items now?”

“Yes. He isn’t lacking weapons. He’s wasting the experience buff.”

Some of the Overgeared members couldn’t understand it. But Jishuka, Lauel, Regas, Pon, Ibellin, etc. Those who were classified as geniuses understood Grid’s feelings.

"He has to solve the problem first.”

"Rationally, Grid knows that this is wrong.”

“But he would rather place satisfaction before efficiency.”

"It’s so his motivation can burn until the end. Yes.”

"...”

It was true that the difference between a genius and a fool was one sheet of paper.

***

The abyss.

Iyarugt’s soul was displeased. He recovered his power to a certain extent. However, Grid didn’t summon him, making him feel frustrated.

‘I will fix his head the next time we meet.’

The demonkin were those who followed the principle of the ‘survival of the fittest.’ Among the demonkin, there were those born innately strong. From Iyarugt’s point of view, it didn’t make sense to serve Grid, who was weaker than him.

him the difference in power between us,

would make Grid find him prey and regain the powers of the

‘I will defeat Zepar!’

dismissed the swordsmanship he spent his whole life developing. His soul was sealed by

Grrr...

intent. He was spending time in this

“Come, Iyarugt.”

didn’t know how long it had been since he last

‘Finally...!’

Flash!

the abyss that Iyarugt was floating in was split in

“...Sweet.”

so good. Grid didn’t let him

the same thing every time you appear? Isn’t this concept

the blood red

like you is looking at me without any

The determined Iyarugt aimed his

That is the

"...”

was a trend that appeared in manhwa

guess that’s your

sword in the same direction. It was a black longsword never seen before. It looked like a newly made weapon, but Iyarugt didn’t care. Grid’s skills were so

take care of

Pahat!

wrist slightly. Then the bloody sword flying towards Grid’s thigh changed orbits and headed towards Grid’s jaw. It was like a snake striking. No one could respond. Iyarugt was confident that his attack would

Chaaeng!

“What...?”

sword. All of a sudden, it split into two and one of them blocked Iyarugt’s irregular attack. The

swords...! This

sword. He used the strongest sword technique, Sublime Sword. But before it could

Pepepepeng!

directions, swinging hammers. The immense golden hammer burst through the air, causing Iyarugt to flinch. He hurriedly hit one of them while hastily defending against another flash. The red eyes that saw the

against the golden hammers that were flying from all directions. ‘It doesn’t make sense that there’s no way to

used footwork and tried to shake off the God Hands. But it was

Peok!

Peok peok peok!

“Cough!”

him to lose his spirit for a moment. He

***

‘Heok! W-What?’

to grasp the

he was in

‘Why...?’

that couldn’t

the hell was

soul was

***

The weapon exerts more

called Iyarugt. He was a ghost like Braham. His body and momentum were mere illusions and the magic coming from him was

abilities similar to a true blood baron. During the fight against Maxong of the water clan, he had been surprised to see Iyarugt’s swordsmanship. He even

But right now.

“Kuaaaaak!”

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