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.

to make our relationship clear. After showing him the difference in power between

Grid find him prey and regain the

‘I will defeat Zepar!’

swordsmanship he spent his whole life developing. His soul was sealed by Zepar’s

Grrr...

his killing intent. He was spending time in this deep darkness when a familiar voice

“Come, Iyarugt.”

how long it had been since he

‘Finally...!’

Flash!

floating in was split

“...Sweet.”

his lungs tasted so good. Grid didn’t let

every time you appear? Isn’t this concept too

grabbed the blood red

you is looking at

this habit? The determined Iyarugt aimed his sword at

down. That is the

"...”

was a trend that appeared in manhwa decades ago. Grid replied bluntly,

guess that’s your

Grid’s thigh. Grid stopped his attack and swung his 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 far below him that changing weapons wouldn’t

easily take

Pahat!

orbits and headed towards Grid’s jaw. It was like

Chaaeng!

“What...?”

split into two and one of them blocked Iyarugt’s irregular attack.

This shallow

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

Pepepepeng!

immense golden hammer burst through the air, causing Iyarugt to flinch. He

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

God Hands. But it was pointless no matter what he

Peok!

Peok peok peok!

“Cough!”

lose his spirit for a moment. He stumbled and Grid’s black sword pierced his heart.

***

‘Heok! W-What?’

was difficult to

he recovered his mind, he

‘Why...?’

hammers that couldn’t be

was that

soul was

***

exerts

ghost like Braham. His body and momentum were mere illusions and the magic coming from him was weak and unimpressive. It was like a candle on the verge of being snuffed out.

During the fight against Maxong of the water clan, he had been surprised to see Iyarugt’s swordsmanship.

But right now.

“Kuaaaaak!”

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