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.’

Grid’s attack. Of course, it wasn’t blatant. The movements were very fine. There were few people in the world who would see that she

a crisis... Yura’s heart

Zirkan. He was once the first ranked swordsman. But at

didn’t you go to Japan

out his position. He knew what a big influence Chris’ family had in Canada. It was easy for Zirkan to find out when he was a steward of

this age. Isn’t it better for me to 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

colleague in the Overgeared Guild and above all, he liked her feelings towards

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

"Yes, I understand."

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

“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 was better

is getting old and

bluntly asked him, "Then why did you come

you

“...?”

unexpected. What was this old man saying? Zirkan smiled benignly at the

passionate than anyone else. Like Chris and

“...”

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

“...”

will

with Grid and the other talented people in front of the public. He wanted to publicize his

blood is easily settled. I know that much. Even if I don’t participate, the public is already aware of me.

me last year. Was I like this at your

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

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

overburdened by your talent... Is it the blood of your

as a young man, Zirkan was fascinated with them. One of them was Faker’s grandfather. The information wasn’t officially disclosed, but Zirkan could see it when he first met Faker. Faker was

been inherited from

to the TV as he answered.

learned about hard work

a limit. But Faker changed as he met Grid

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

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

***

"Kyaaaaak! Grid-sama!”

“God Grid! God Grid!”

“Yura! Yura! Yura!”

“...”

immigration process. They requested for

would be a lot of fans

the crowd and clicked

‘It’s beyond imagination.’

but tens of thousands. Over 10,000 people gathered here to meet