Overgeared

“U-Um...”

White and the White Hammer blacksmiths found it hard to understand the current situation. Why was a woodcutter asked to control the flames in front of all of them?

‘I want to tell him to stand back, but...’

‘He’s the great person who designed the Red Phoenix Bow!’

‘Who the hell is he?’

'Maybe it’s as Leader White said...’

'He might be a distinguished person...’

‘He’s someone who cut down the white phosphorus tree.’

The White Hammer blacksmiths murmured among themselves while climbing onto the stage.

"Bhhhhh-! Boooooo!”

"White is a coward! All the other blacksmiths are standing at the forefront. Why do you have a newcomer in front of you?”

"Isn’t it shameful to hide behind another person?”

The crowd’s booing became stronger. The leader of the Blue Flames smithy, Enoch, walked over to White.

“You dare to participate in the competition again? In any case, the result will be the same as the last three years. Isn't that right? For. Ever. Lo. Ser. Friend.

"...”

White didn’t respond to Enoch. Enoch was someone who liked ridiculing others and seeing their reactions. He would go away if White ignored him. But Enoch was persistent.

“I really can’t understand you. Daring to risk the White Hammer smithy’s reputation by confronting me when you don’t have the talent. Ah, no. Didn’t the reputation of the White Hammer smithy already fall to the bottom after your father died? It was the day he foolishly died to the armored needle.”

“You!”

"Kukuk! It turns out to be like father, like son!”

Enoch was crossing the line. White could no longer tolerate it. The moment he became angry enough to punch Enoch in the face, something interrupted him.

“Bark bark. Bark. It’s the sound of a dog barking nonsense.”

“...?”

Enoch was watching White with pleasure, when he became shocked. The two people simultaneously turned their gazes in the direction of the barking. They discovered a black-haired man with sharp eyes. It was the unidentified newcomer of the White Hammer smithy.

"You’re a crazy dog. Just wait a minute. There’s no need

“Teacher White?”

both surprised. White was stunned while Enoch laughed loudly.

and actually dare to be a teacher? A person with poor talent teaching someone else? Puhat! Puhahat! Oh, my stomach! If the other blacksmiths hear this, they would be

“Ugh...!”

but he didn’t look good. White was really embarrassed. It was

"...”

loser. White lost his self-esteem and

stared at White and was reminded of his

Suuk.

finger pointed at White’s heart. White saw the hard

‘Blacksmith hands?’

identity. He felt astonished

be the best smithy in

victory would be achieved be relying on Grid, but not in the future. White was a person he used Blacksmith’s Affection on. His blacksmith skill level was destined to

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more and more

when Dawhite chose White as a successor, despite not

but

and White aren’t people we have

a unique talent, but was lazy in his youth. From the perspective of the skilled and older leaders of

We have to

I was careless and lost the

will be our second

opponents. The appearance of

La Hochul! Have a great

national

firepower of last year’s Red Phoenix Bow was too

Waaahhhhhhhh!

criticisms, while the Black Anvil and Red Tongs smithies received cheers. White was used to it, but he still felt

to recognize you as a blacksmith. And thank you very much. You helped stop me

need to thank

suddenly stop. This was the East Continent, not the West Continent. In this place, he was an ordinary person, not a noble or the leader of Overgeared. There was no need to consider his social status. He could act according to his personality. Grid changed what he

you should feel

Huhuhut!

“Why?

Grid’s answer was simple.

me. I have to stay here in Pangea for the moment. It will be helpful if I can

did you

"...”

White Hammer smithy was the closest. Then he received the quest and the situation became like this. But White was full of expectations. He was criticized after losing his father, only for Grid to suddenly appear. He wanted to be special for Grid. Until now, he had lived a poor life. But was he actually qualified to be the protagonist of

at White’s eyes that were shining like lanterns and smiled. It was a