Overgeared

"Anyone who knows the joy of reading has a way to face the disaster.”

Just as there was a phrase like this, reading in Satisfy was also classified as a valuable hobby. Players were able to accumulate new knowledge through reading and enjoy the synergistic effect of various stats based on this. Occasionally, they could get quests and skills by following the clues in books. Even if they couldn’t get anything, they were able to be absorbed in the joy of the moment. Therefore, reading was an absolute benefit.

In particular, Satisfy boasted a vast worldview and the amount of books it possessed was tremendous. Even the protagonist of the rumor that ‘there is a madman who only reads books whenever he connects to Satisfy’ had only read a fraction of Satisfy’s books.

Of course, this story was far from Grid. From the standpoint of Grid whose comprehension was less than ordinary people, reading was a hobby not for him and he naturally kept away from books. But now.

[Death Knight Madra’s Diary]

“...”

A royal study room located in the Overgeared Palace. Grid sat where Irene and Lord normally did and faced a book.

‘How long has it been since I read a book?'

It was last year, when he read the instructions for the diamond class capsule that he received from the Comet Group.

“Umm... The contents of the diary can’t be as difficult.”

Grid didn’t know that it was rare for anyone to read a manual from the first chapter to last chapter in detail. His obsession with his lack of talent caused him to finish reading the book all the way to the end. He perceived reading as ‘labor’ and was nervous despite this not being an educational book.

“Sigh, okay.”

Grid took a deep breath and controlled his mind. It was a process to maintain his concentration until he finished reading Madra’s diary.

‘Well, it is unlikely I will get something because it is just a diary. I need to work hard.’

Grid’s expectations for the diary were surprisingly small despite purchasing it for one million challenger points. There was a basis. He couldn’t forget that one word would make things different. The diary that Grid obtained from the Behen Archipelago was precisely the diary of Death Knight Madra.

It wasn't Undefeated King Madra. In other words, it was a diary written after Madra was resurrected as a death knight, not when he was living. It was realistic not to expect something special from the diary created by Madra who had been trapped on the island for over 100 years after becoming a death knight.

Flap.

Finally.

Grid opened the first chapter of Madra’s diary. At the same time, Grid wasn’t seeing sentences written in the diary. His eyes naturally closed and what followed was the gaze, sensation, and emotions of someone else.

“Kuk...!”

An indirect experience item. This was the identity of Death Knight Madra’s diary. As soon as the diary was opened, Grid became Madra.

***

The first chapter.

Once I opened my eyes again, the most amazing thing was that I couldn’t feel my own breathing. I realized that I wasn’t alive. Yes, I died. Then how did I open my eyes again? It was confusing.

...Confusing? I feel confusion? Did the cognitive power of the Undefeated King Madra decline to this level?

It was weird. Perhaps I was wandering in my dreams? From the beginning, I wasn’t dead. It was just a long nightmare. No.

Rattle.

bones. The red blood that always boiled hot, the muscles that were

I was murdered by my own flesh and blood and given to the beasts of Saharan. Huh, whose head was this? Everything was unfamiliar. An empty goal that couldn’t contain the total amount of

Step.

with the feminine face. I knew him. I remember the man with the cold eyes that wasn’t suitable to be called

“P...agma...”

was a deep roar that echoed. It was an

for the peace

***

“...Ugh!”

the first chapter in the diary ended. Grid’s mind returned to reality. The confusion, anger, resentment, and sorrow felt by Madra after he was resurrected as a death knight. Grid experienced all these gloomy emotions from Madra’s position. The mental shock he received was too big to bear. His whole body was sweating as he looked

“Kuoock... Kuhuk!”

Flop!

heart by his son, his head cut off and his decaying

“Pant... Pant...”

Madra? The terrible confusion that filled Grid after experiencing Madra’s memory seemed to last forever. He wiped at the tears that kept falling and breathed roughly, his face distorted with pain. His field

memories and feelings. You

are in

is checking your brain waves and pulse. If it is determined to be dangerous, Death Knight Madra’s

"Ku...no!”

The warning message from the system wasn’t unfamiliar because Grid strongly remembered what happened that

didn’t give in. Grid intended to receive what Madra left behind. The tears stopped as he started to distinguish reality

Duguen! Duguen! Duguen...

crazily beating heart

free

have returned to normal. The second chapter of Death Knight Madra’s diary is

you want to read

"Of course...!”

at the thought of experiencing Madra’s point of view again. But when faced with trials, Grid knew better than anyone that grumbling and giving up because of fear would be a lifelong regret. Grid opened the second chapter

***

The second chapter.

for the peace of the

were cold. The legendary blacksmith, the Duke of Fire was bowing

want me to

unpleasant. Regardless of will, I was being forced to sacrifice myself immediately after being resurrected as an undead. Anxiety and fear boiled up from

long time since I felt

to stir

situation... You should first explain

who resurrected me must be the Duke of Fire. I wanted to kill him right now, but I couldn’t. Why? He must’ve resurrected me for some reason. I had to

Hall of Fame. If this falls into the hands of the great demons, there is no future

“The future of humanity...”

I was only responsible for the future of my people. Aside from

as an undead? How trivial! How scandalous! How dare you deprive me of my burden! You deserve to

***

“Kuock!”

moment Madra roared angrily

shaking. He was afraid. The feeling