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.’

time Chris tried to respond to Grid’s attack. Of course, it wasn’t blatant. The movements were very fine. There were few people in the world

a crisis... Yura’s heart is

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

didn’t you go to

Zirkan had found out his position. He knew what a big influence Chris’ family had in Canada. It

down his cane and tapped his knees. But Faker could see the solid

interfering with Chris. Yura was also a valuable colleague in the Overgeared Guild and

good. Really good.” Zirkan neatly folded his coat and gave an

"Yes, I understand."

elderly person. It was a

“He’s a good person.”

I have been going to this store for a few years.’ Faker swallowed back the words he wanted to say to Zirkan. It

I am only drinking Coke. My body is getting old and can’t handle the alcohol properly. That’s why I’m trying

Faker bluntly asked him, "Then why did you

you

“...?”

man saying? Zirkan

anyone else. Like

“...”

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

“...”

will be

saw through it exactly. Faker felt 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 to the

boiling blood is easily settled. I know that much. Even if I don’t participate, the public is

better than the me last year. Was I like this at your

was old. Once he determined that international activities were difficult, he decided to concentrate on his role as Chris’ steward

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 Faker, who would feel a

your heart is mature without being overburdened

in e-sports, there were many legendary gamers in South Korea and as a young man, Zirkan was fascinated with them. One of

might’ve been

returned to the TV as

about hard work from

was a

in the sun as long as there is Grid. I will let Grid be the

similar.” Zirkan’s eyes were blurred with memories as he called out to the pub owner. "A glass of beer

***

"Kyaaaaak! Grid-sama!”

“God Grid! God Grid!”

“Yura! Yura! Yura!”

“...”

the Korean representatives after the immigration process. They requested for the representatives to wait while they

be a lot of fans

crowd

‘It’s beyond imagination.’

10,000 people gathered here to meet Grid and Yura. They