Overgeared

Blood Carnival’s master.

He always existed behind a curtain. He never showed himself on the surface and concealed his identity. That was Dark. The reason he hid his identity was simple. He didn’t want people to know about his association with the evil organization, Blood Carnival. For Dark, who had great dreams of the future, Blood Carnival was merely a way for him to make money.

“You, what’s your identity? You look really strange.”

Dark wore a mask on a daily basis. It was so that he wouldn’t be discovered in the course of his exchanges with Blood Carnival.

“Why are you so quiet? Are you mute?”

Grid frowned. A mysterious player who completely hid his face and ID. Based on the contents of the quest, he was the master of this dungeon. How did he become the master of the dungeon? Was it possible for a player to own a dungeon? There were many questions he wanted to resolve, but the other person remained quiet like he was mute.

“Who are you?” Grid urged.

Then Dark made a ridiculing sound.

“Your personality is just as dirty as I heard. How can you act like this when you’re the villain who infiltrated another person’s area and destroyed everything? If you have a bit of conscience, isn’t it normal to feel sorry?”

“I didn’t know. How could I imagine that this dungeon was someone’s possession?”

"Is it not a sin just because you don’t know?”

"No, it isn’t.”

As Dark said, Grid had a trash nature in the beginning. He was selfish and greedy. He didn’t hesitate whenever there was an opportunity to get a profit. But now he was different. He didn’t seek profit if it dealt great damage to innocent people. If Grid had met Dark before he received the ‘Insane Dragon Egg’ quest, he would’ve felt sorry for Dark.

“But right now, I’m performing a quest. Aren’t quests the most important content in a game? I’m sorry for you, but it can’t be helped. Hand over the insane dragon egg.”

Yes, it was a rationalization. Grid rationalized his own selfishness and greed in the name of a quest. In Dark’s eyes, Grid was a terrible villain. But he didn’t criticize Grid. He also used any means and methods to achieve his goal. This was the fate of those dreaming of being the best.

“You’re after the insane dragon egg...”

Dark shook his head. How much had he done to protect the dragon egg he accidentally discovered a year ago? Dark sought to be the only player with a dragon as a pet. He made all types of unreasonable profits from Blood Carnival in order to create this dungeon. However, one day a person like Grid asked for Dark’s egg. He couldn’t accept it.

“Disgraceful person.”

Kwaduduk!

Dark emitted killing intent.

“You’re taking me too lightly.”

Dungeon Maker was a hidden growth type class and it had reached a unique rating. He specialized in producing dungeons, but like Pagma’s Descendant, he also had combat ability. In particular, all his stats and skills were increased in the dungeons he created. His class benefits were activated and he could show a more powerful ability.

"Who cares if you broke the sky? I am the new sky!”

Kwarururung!

Dark shouted and the dungeon started to stir. Zone 8. All the walls and ground were a trap to protect the dragon egg. They activated and covered Grid.

‘What?’

startled. The trap was larger and more threatening than any trap he had experienced

“God Hands!”

were only four of

“Wave.”

Kurururung!

away the flying weapons with a wide area skill. He allowed several attacks in the process, but didn’t suffer a big blow thanks to

swapped to Braham’s Boots and flew up.

Kukukung!

down. It crushed Grid with an awful weight. Grid failed to prop it up with strength and used Freely Move

“Kill!”

Grid thrust

"Building Walls!”

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

a huge hammer and slammed it down on the ground. Then stones walls stronger than a magician’s barrier sprang out, blocking Grid’s

of

attacked Dark again. Of course,

[You have become ‘petrified.’]

[You have resisted.]

‘First King’

the status has

‘You!’

at each other as their alertness thickened. They acknowledged that their opponents were tough. Grid counterattacked Dark’s shovel with Revolve and immediately used Blackening. Dark’s posture was

his skills configuration and complete control

a dungeon maker? This player had

be a

I will also

Kwa kwang!

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

used Blacksmith’s Rage and started the onslaught, but Dark expertly coped with it. He used the traps at exquisite timing to disturb the connection between Grid and the

Grid that I have seen so far, the biggest disadvantage

Dark determined as he stared at Grid. He was certain that

making dungeons for over

had trained to withstand Grid’s fierce attacks. Dark was sure he could hold on until Grid was exhausted. Yes,

pant, what the hell is this

Dark. He continued without any signs of exhaustion. On the

have higher stamina than

received

‘This is items...!’

the god of labor. He spent days manually making an item while others could press the production button and make it quickly.

‘He’s finally worn out?’

due to traps or labor skills. He was impressed with Dark’s power and as he focused on the battle, he noticed Dark’s subtle changes. The deployment of traps and

Become the King of

Clack!

Clack clack!

the God Hands. It was

‘A necromancer’s strength?’

just skeletons throwing threads. They weren’t a significant threat. Dark ignored the skeletons and tried to