Overgeared

"A glass of beer."

Red Deer, Canada. It was a small town in southern Alberta. In this small city with 80,000 residents, the black-haired foreigner was conspicuous. But today was an exception. Due to the live broadcast of Battlefield, the streets were quiet and most people were focused on the TV.

Thanks to this, the black-haired man was able to sit in the seat without receiving any attention. His white skin, small lips, less developed brow bone, and ebony hair showed that he was a man with Asian blood in him. The eyes behind dark sunglasses were also black.

His name was Ray and he had a Korean father and a Canadian mother. His ID in Satisfy was Faker. Of course, people didn’t know his identity.

"You never take off your sunglasses. It has been a while since you’ve come. Jennifer often asks about you.”

A middle-aged man running the shabby pub alone handed him a beer. Was it because he didn’t want to indulge in useless chatter or because of his original reticent nature?

“...”

Faker nodded silently and drank a mouthful of beer. Like the other guests, his gaze was on the TV.

"Oh, Grid’s movements are fantastic.

“But Chris is a level above him.”

“Hahaha! Chris is Canada’s pride for a reason.”

“Have strength Chris! Forget that Grid is your king for the moment!"

The customers were enthusiastic. They praised Grid’s skills in protecting the stairs alone and were excited by Chris’ skills, which overwhelmed him. On TV, Grid was continuing to read the scriptures. However, he was being overwhelmed. There was too big a difference with Chris’ skills.

‘But Grid is doing well enough. If he puts in a bit more effort to protect his health, he will be able to hold on.’

This was Faker’s impression.

‘If it was last year’s Grid, he wouldn’t have been able to face Chris in Battlefield.’

It was a bright growth rate. And the root of this growth wasn’t talent, but effort.

‘Excellent.’

Faker wasn’t aware of it himself but he had a habit of smiling every time he observed Grid. If Grid found out Faker had such a good impression of him, he would be moved to tears. A normal class user who was strong enough to beat sun-grade powerhouses. Faker was above a sun and Grid was one of his targets.

“What?”

“What’s Chris doing all of a sudden?”

At this point, Faker’s glass of beer was half empty. The development of Battlefield changed rapidly. Grid, who was being one-sidedly pushed by Chris, starting pushing back as if he had awakened. As Chris was on the defensive, Grid caught the other rankers in the confusion. The enemies turned to grey one by one.

Faker’s gaze was fixed on a woman. Her name was Yura, one of the rankers allied with Chris. A South Korean representative.

‘Her movements are limiting Chris’ actions.’

wasn’t blatant. The movements were very fine. There were few people in the world who would see that she was bothering Chris. Even the

is in a crisis... Yura’s heart is for

head and was surprised. The old gentleman had neatly brushed white hair. Zirkan. He was once the first ranked swordsman. But at some point, he devoted all his energy

go to

that Zirkan had found out his position. He knew what a big influence Chris’ family had in Canada. It was easy for Zirkan to find out

rest at home than to be a burden?” Zirkan laughed and sat across from Faker. The old man laid down his cane and tapped his knees. But Faker could see the solid muscular body beneath the coat. “Grid is blessed. He has the

a valuable colleague in the Overgeared Guild and above all, he

neatly folded his coat and gave an order to

"Yes, I understand."

owner was very kind to Zirkan. It wasn’t just because he was an elderly person. It was a pleasure to know that this young man had

“He’s a good person.”

back the words he wanted to say to Zirkan. It was better

is getting old and can’t handle the alcohol properly. That’s why

him, "Then why did you

you would be

“...?”

man saying? Zirkan

Like

“...”

to stay in the shade because of your position. That’s why you can’t participate in the National Competition this

“...”

will

a desire to act in the National Competition. He wanted to compete with Grid and the other talented people in front of the public. He wanted to publicize his existence

I don’t participate,

"You’re much better than the me last year. Was

focused on Chris’ education was because Zirkan was old. Once he determined that international activities were difficult,

game more than he expected. He enjoyed standing in front of the public. He regretted it and realized that his retirement was too soon. When he failed to compete in the National Competition last year because of his rusty skills, his stress was very great. That’s why he came to Faker. Zirkan wanted to heal

a young age, your heart is mature without being overburdened by

South Korea and as a young man, Zirkan was fascinated with them. One of them was Faker’s grandfather. The information wasn’t

talent might’ve been inherited

to the TV

have learned about

violated common sense. There was a limit. But Faker changed as he met Grid and watched Grid’s changes. Now there was no limit to his efforts. That’s

greed to be in the sun as long as there is Grid. I will let Grid be the king in the sun while I will

Zirkan’s eyes were blurred with memories as he called out to the pub owner. "A glass of beer over here please. I will have a drink. It’s rare to get a chance to drink with

***

"Kyaaaaak! Grid-sama!”

“God Grid! God Grid!”

“Yura! Yura! Yura!”

“...”

the immigration process. They requested for the representatives to

knew there would be

Sword saw the crowd and clicked his

‘It’s beyond imagination.’

to meet Grid and Yura. They were even Japanese. Peak Sword