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

and regain

‘I will defeat Zepar!’

Zepar. Iyarugt couldn’t forgive the demon who dismissed the swordsmanship he spent his whole life developing. His soul was sealed by Zepar’s cowardly move and his grudge that he nursed over the last 300 years pierced

Grrr...

intent. He was spending time in this deep darkness when

“Come, Iyarugt.”

long it had been since he last saw

‘Finally...!’

Flash!

Iyarugt was floating in was split in half.

“...Sweet.”

air flowing into his lungs tasted so good.

thing every

grey haired Iyarugt grabbed the blood red sword and

guy. A weak person like you is looking

fix this habit? The determined Iyarugt

That is the

"...”

appeared in manhwa decades ago. Grid replied bluntly,

that’s

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

take

Pahat!

towards Grid’s jaw. It was like a snake striking. No one could respond.

Chaaeng!

“What...?”

sudden, it split into two and one of them blocked Iyarugt’s irregular attack. The other one cut

swords...! This shallow

sword hit Grid’s sword. He used the strongest sword technique, Sublime Sword. But before it could be

Pepepepeng!

immense golden hammer burst through the air, causing Iyarugt to flinch. He hurriedly hit one of them while hastily defending

hammers that were flying from all directions. ‘It doesn’t make

and tried to shake off the God Hands. But it was pointless no matter what

Peok!

Peok peok peok!

“Cough!”

golden hammers boasted overwhelming weight. The divine power hit Iyarugt in the back of the head, causing him to lose his spirit for a moment. He stumbled and Grid’s black sword pierced his heart. Grid whispered to him, "Shall we try

***

‘Heok! W-What?’

difficult to grasp the

recovered his mind, he was

‘Why...?’

hammers that

hell was that

soul was in

***

The weapon exerts more

a 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. But what

ghost, he demonstrated abilities similar to a true blood baron. During the fight against Maxong of the water clan, he had been surprised

But right now.

“Kuaaaaak!”

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