Overgeared

‘Why is it so big?’

Grid was surprised due to Pangea’s scale.

‘I thought it would be a small village because it’s a starter village.’

It was the reverse. Pangea was large enough to be called a city. He couldn’t see an end to the wall, no matter how he turned his gaze. It seemed much bigger than Reidan, the second largest city in Eternal, with the population even being higher. Reidan was lacking in people, while everywhere in Pangea was crowded with people.

‘The lord here must have it good...’

He would be earning a lot from all the taxes the citizens were paying. Desert cities, fortified cities, etc. Grid only owned cities that didn’t possess a lot of money, making him feel envious.

“Ah?”

Grid was constantly observing the area when he noticed something.

'There’s a lot of ethnic variety?’

Grid thought of the East Continent as Oriental. He imagined an Oriental style of living where the people had black hair and black eyes. However, while there were many inhabitants of Pangea who seemed Oriental, others were reminiscent of Westerners and Middle Easterners. The same was true for the architecture lining the streets. Some buildings looked like they came from the Joseon Dynasty of Korea, others looked like cathedrals from Medieval Europe, while mansions in the Middle East were also present.

“Wow. This is very...”

He thought he should eat jjamppong for lunch today. He was somewhat disappointed since he was hoping for the mysterious old Oriental mood.

‘But this might be an advantage. If a player of another nationality comes, they won’t stand out.’

Pangea was just the starter village. This must be an arrangement for players visiting from the West Continent for the first time.

‘A city or kingdom with the Oriental atmosphere I imagined probably exists somewhere.’

Grid’s reasoning was appropriate. The East Continent was known to be far larger than the West Continent. Grid lingered for a few hours in Pangea. He observed the shops and streets full of people in order to understand their rules, sentiments, and culture. It was an effort to adapt.

He didn’t move without thinking like the old days. It wasn’t irritating if he thought about it as meaningful behavior.

‘There isn’t anything special. It’s the same for the people. I should head to a smithy now.’

Grid determined that he had looked at Pangea enough and was filled with a new curiosity. He was curious as to how the blacksmiths of the continent worked and what type of battle gear they produced. He wanted to study it. Grid didn’t forget his duty as a legendary blacksmith.

"Esteemed elder, excuse me. Can I ask a question?”

Grid called out to a fat old man passing by.

“Where is the smithy?”

The elder NPC called Pao Woo looked over at Grid and asked.

“Is this your first time in Pangea?”

came from

West Continent was still unknown, so he had to be as careful as possible. It was very

be one or two smithies over

Woo explained it based on the central

on the west road, the Red Tongs smithy on the south road, and the Blue Flames smithy on the north road. They are the most famous smithies in Pangea.

many

moderate amount.

needed for everyday life, such as kitchen knives, hammers, farming equipment, etc. Therefore, the production demands for blacksmiths in cities with a large population were much higher. The West

“Thank you.”

and moved to the White Hammer smithy. He chose it because it was the

***

entered the White

East Continent have a different viewpoint from those of the West Continent. The effect of Pagma’s Descendant

“Hrmm.”

level blacksmiths and worshipped by advanced level blacksmiths whenever he visited a smithy. Excellent blacksmiths knew that Grid was a better blacksmith than them just by looking at his

because of such petty reasons. It was because he thought the skills of the East Continent blacksmiths wouldn’t meet his

a discerning

not be able to learn any blacksmithing

should focus on levelling up and

Flinch.

was about to leave the smithy when

Ttaaang!

so clear? Grid doubted his ears and changed the direction of his footsteps. Then he stared inside the smithy with a spellbound

Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!

Hwaruruk!

Puok. Puok.

Chiiiik!

hammering, another person was cooling hot iron, while someone else was constantly

who have reached the advanced

why the blacksmiths of the East Continent didn’t recognize Grid’s greatness. It wasn’t because they were ‘incompetent,’ but because they were different. The techniques of the Eastern blacksmiths were different than those

‘No, it’s ahead.’

forging techniques were excellent. They stacked layers of metal together and repeated the process. It was a method that required tremendous physical

it a phenomenon caused by the

of curiosity as he looked at their

forging iron, they use an iron hammer. When forging mithril,

not to conflict with the nature of the metal. It was an

that liquid that’s released into the

was quite a lot he could learn from here. It happened when Grid was closely observing the work of

want to

skin and thick lips like someone from Africa. The muscles around his neck were so developed that they were as thick as Grid’s thigh muscles. His name was White. (TL: The spelling of this is more romanized to sound

Grid as trying to become a

come here every day. I can’t

just want

couldn’t finish his words. White randomly handed him an