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.

scoffed and said to Enoch. "You’re a crazy dog. Just wait a minute. There’s no need to bother Teacher White. I will smash

“Teacher White?”

both surprised. White was stunned while Enoch laughed loudly. This

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

“Ugh...!”

His skin was dark, making it hard to see, but he didn’t look good. White was really

"...”

past three years as a loser. White lost

Don’t get used to seeing the ground.” Grid stared at White and was reminded of

Suuk.

at White’s heart. White saw the hard

‘Blacksmith hands?’

realized Grid’s real identity. He felt astonished as

will be the best smithy

future. White was a person he used Blacksmith’s Affection on. His blacksmith

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more and

disappointed when Dawhite chose White as a successor, despite not being able to support the

it, the poor person isn’t White, but Enoch. Well, that doesn’t

Enoch and White aren’t people

skills and a twisted personality, while White was born with a unique talent, but was lazy in his youth. From the perspective of the skilled and older leaders of the Black Anvil and Red Tongs smithies, they were

yes. We have to

was careless and lost

be our

Anvil and Red Tongs leaders acknowledged each other as opponents. The appearance of the best blacksmiths in Pangea excited the

Have a great

national

was too weak! This

Waaahhhhhhhh!

Anvil and Red Tongs smithies

you as a blacksmith. And thank you

no need to thank

humility, only to suddenly stop. This was the East Continent, not the West Continent. In this place, he was an ordinary person, not a noble or

should feel deep

Huhuhut!

couldn’t help questioning Grid, “Why? Why are

Grid’s answer was simple.

Pangea for the moment. It will be helpful

you

"...”

was no reason. He ran into White because the 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 his life? Didn’t the sky drop Grid in front

lanterns and smiled. It was a smile filled with genuine affection, not