Overgeared

28 minutes until Battlefield ended.

The Battlefield map had undergone a lot of destruction and the only area left was ‘Trion.’

Trion was a small town with five six-story buildings and around 40 one-story houses. The boxes and drums left in the alleys, the large fountain in the central square, and the side roads created a number of variables by serving as cover. The six-story buildings were connected with clotheslines that were exceptionally thick and sturdy.

Like the other survivors, Grid was forced to move into a tree.

‘The odds are low.’

Why? Grid had only teamed up with Jishuka, while the other survivors had at least three team members. There was even a team with five people.

‘Most of the people here are rankers.’

Considering that Kraugel, Chris, and Pon would be present, Grid wasn’t convinced of his superiority. In such a situation, the numerical disadvantage was a huge burden. Above all, the biggest problem was the narrow map.

‘It’s hard to find a sniping point.’

Grid was a cleric. The warrior Jishuka had to perform the role of damage dealer. She currently had a total of 136 arrows. Theoretically, it could exert sufficient attack power. However, the bow was a weapon that showed its true power when a certain distance was secured.

‘For Jishuka to be active here... We must enter a high building...’

It would be easy to enter a building. However, as soon as Jishuka settled on a high floor and started shooting, it was obvious that the competitors’ aggro would be concentrated on her.

‘I have to guard the stairs to give Jishuka time to deal with them.’

However, clotheslines connected buildings. People could use the clotheslines to come from the building next door. It was impossible to contain all of them at the same time.

‘In the first place, I don’t know if I can protect the stairs.’

They had a numerical disadvantage and it was an environment where Jishuka couldn’t fully demonstrate her archery. In the end, he came to the conclusion that he must play passively.

‘I should look at the flow...’

Even that seemed difficult. The other competitors were already paying attention to Grid and Jishuka. It was because they were alone. They were branded as relatively easy prey. As soon as the lull was over, Grid and JIshuka were destined to be chased.

‘Shit, these rotten bastards. Why are they pushing me to this point?’

Now Grid was familiar with the camera. He had awareness as an influential person in society. He was inwardly complaining but had a poker face on the surface. Jishuka’s murmur was heard in his ears.

“Indeed... Everyone who has survived to the end is skilled enough to team up. It won’t be easy.”

"Skilled?”

Was forming a team also a merit?

“How can it... Ah?”

Then Grid realized something.

'That’s right, it is a skill.’

In Battlefield, a solo exhibition wasn’t a ‘rule.’ There was no provision that they couldn’t form a team. That’s why Grid teamed up with Jishuka.

‘It isn’t easy to form a team.’

How easy was it to turn competitors into teammates? It was virtually impossible to build a team here in Battlefield unless they had extraordinary competence or had a special charm. A person who didn’t have skills couldn’t get a team. Grid shook the moment he realized this.

‘The means of proving my skills to people is far more diverse than I thought. I don’t have to be obsessed with just showing off combat skills.’

game where everyone else was in the same situation. Grid wanted to prove himself to people by surviving to the end. The rankers had pure talent who didn’t rely only on his items or class. Grid hoped that he would be perceived as equal to those people. Foolishly, he confined his talents to combat ability. He was compelled to show he

‘I’ll show them.’

rise to this place. A smile

will make an item for anyone

“...?”

was awkward silence as the players in the trees tensed up. The survivors looked at each other with bewildered

‘What nonsense is this?’

‘Is he crazy?’

the

the legendary blacksmith. He would take advantage of this ability

opportunity. Why

who could resist his temptations. It was actually the

‘Grid?’

bastard, pulling out something like this

it. Isn’t it much better to surrender and earn

gain items that Grid produces? Doesn’t it go up

can even make

Gulp!

a wise choice it was.

『 ... 』

atmosphere of the survivors as they looked at each other showed they were willing to surrender. Looking

is

He wanted to relay a fierce and cool final match so he didn’t welcome Grid’s position. But he couldn’t condemn

but... I have to acknowledge it. Grid is a

imagined he would use his ability to make items in order to manipulate the survivors. It’s

survivors were playing the game called Battlefield. Wasn’t it cheating for Satisfy to intervene here? There were few people who thought this. In the end, the survivors were Satisfy players and Satisfy was the reason why they joined Battlefield. It

Just.

did this except for

couldn’t. If it wasn’t Grid, who

-You’re right.

He will win

wit is really great. He doesn’t have enough strength? It isn’t that either. He even beat Hao. He’s a perfect combination of intelligence and

alpha, allowing him to be the first king. There seems to be a

glimpses of him from videos and the National Competition. If we watch

will be a huge liking towards him. Look at the members of Overgeared. I know why the Overgeared members are so loyal to

this why Pope

praise continued. They accurately saw Grid. He proved his abilities and his value to

Now.

will be any more fools ignoring

existence. Just

***

is everyone’s

only focused on right now. He was expecting a few

not everyone will

aware of the value of his production items. Thus, he used his items as a means of transaction and diplomacy. He believed it would work again this time. He knew most of the survivors coveted his items and would surrender. But there

to get Grid’s items even if they didn’t surrender here. This was the part that Grid overlooked. It was evidence of

achievement was an achievement. Just as Grid aspired to win, the

Lauel shouted. “There is no way to prove that he is Grid! Don’t be

the future. But he clearly distinguished between priorities. Lauel never thought about giving up victory just because he liked Grid. He also wanted to win. He would do his

wasn’t just Lauel. It was the

right! Grid

“Grid isn’t that kind!”

“What...?”

was confused by the unexpected development