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.

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

make Grid find him prey and regain the powers

‘I will defeat Zepar!’

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

Grrr...

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

“Come, Iyarugt.”

long it had been since

‘Finally...!’

Flash!

was floating in was split in half. Iyarugt moved

“...Sweet.”

tasted so good. Grid didn’t let him enjoy this feeling of

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

the blood

weak person like you

fix this habit? The

the difference

"...”

manhwa decades

guess that’s your

sword in the same direction. It was a black longsword never

can easily take care of

Pahat!

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

Chaaeng!

“What...?”

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

This shallow

strongest

Pepepepeng!

God Hands flew from all directions, swinging hammers. The immense golden hammer burst through the air, causing Iyarugt to flinch. He hurriedly hit one of them while

golden hammers that were flying from all directions. ‘It

off the God Hands. But it

Peok!

Peok peok peok!

“Cough!”

back of the head, causing him to lose his spirit for a moment. He stumbled and Grid’s

***

‘Heok! W-What?’

to

his mind, he was

‘Why...?’

that couldn’t

was that hammer’s

was in

***

The weapon exerts more

He was 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

baron. During the fight against Maxong of the water

But right now.

“Kuaaaaak!”

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