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.

to put my hand on my forehead and witnessed it. My body, it was just bones. The red blood

the memories. I died. 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.

him. I remember the man with the cold eyes that wasn’t suitable

“P...agma...”

voice was a deep roar that echoed. It was

King, sacrifice yourself for

***

“...Ugh!”

resurrected as a death knight. Grid experienced all these gloomy emotions from Madra’s position. The mental

“Kuoock... Kuhuk!”

Flop!

son, his head cut off and his decaying corpse fell into a bleak desert without entering a coffin. Then when he opened his eyes again, he was a skeleton.

“Pant... Pant...”

Madra’s memory seemed to last forever. He wiped

and shared his memories and feelings. You need to be careful

in

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

"Ku...no!”

For example, the first meeting with Huroi a long time ago. The warning message from the system wasn’t unfamiliar because Grid strongly remembered what happened that day. This wasn’t exaggerated and Grid

left behind. The tears stopped as he started to distinguish reality from virtual reality. He

Duguen! Duguen! Duguen...

heart

are free from the

normal. The second chapter

want

"Of course...!”

of experiencing Madra’s point of view again. But when faced with trials, Grid knew better than

***

The second chapter.

yourself for

hair. The long and narrow eyes were cold. The legendary blacksmith, the Duke of Fire was bowing

me to sacrifice

very unpleasant. Regardless of will, I was being forced to sacrifice myself immediately after being resurrected as an undead. Anxiety and fear boiled up from deep inside. This was before I heard any

been a long time since

Fire was a target to be hated. He managed to stir up a body made entirely of bones. Strange.

should first explain

couldn’t. Why? He must’ve resurrected me for some reason. I had to know what sacrifice he was talking about. The answer

the Behen Archipelago is the succession place and the Hall of Fame.

“The future of humanity...”

I was only responsible for the future of my people. Aside from that, I had no interest. That’s

as an undead? How trivial! How scandalous!

***

“Kuock!”

moment Madra roared angrily and drew his

He was afraid. The feeling when he pulled out a sword with a hand