Overgeared

Khan’s family had produced excellent blacksmiths for generations, while the king of the Eternal Kingdom changed 11 times. They owned a famous smithy. It was no wonder that Khan’s pride was as high as the sky. Since his youth, he had been praised as the best blacksmith in the eastern part of the Eternal Kingdom and dreamt about becoming the first blacksmith of the continent. He didn’t doubt that his dream would become a reality.

But reality wasn’t that easy. It was cruel. Reality trampled on his dreams, tearing them to ashes. His beloved wife and son died. Khan experienced great heartbreak and spent a few years as a drunkard. He held a bottle in his hand instead of a hammer and looked at the river instead of a fire.

His wife was a childhood friend he had grown up with. In the process of welcoming her as his lover and wife, Khan’s affection was incomparably greater than the world’s gold and treasures. Then he lost her overnight. There was also his son who loved her as much as Khan did.

Khan was left alone and had no meaning in his life. If the Mero Company hadn’t coveted the smithy Khan inherited from his father, he would’ve chosen to obediently die. But the Mero Company coveted his smithy. Khan had to endure somehow. He recalled his duty and suppressed his grief in order to maintain his smithy.

It was a meaningless effort. His grief was very large. He couldn’t keep back the poison for long. In the end, he gave up everything in life. He gave everything to the damn swindlers and was on his way to making the extreme choice of cutting off his life.

The savior who appeared at this time was Grid. Khan still vividly remembered Grid’s first appearance. A young man with a sullen expression and a dead look in his eyes. Grid resembled himself. But their skills were different. After he saved Khan from the crisis, he became Khan’s disciple, friend, and son. Now he was a king.

“Haha...”

Deep in the night. Khan carefully polished the metal and wiped the tears that suddenly flowed down. 80 years old. He had lived longer than others. Perhaps that was why? He was keenly aware of it. He couldn’t sleep easily, he was submerged in memories, and he kept shedding tears.

“It’s time for me to go.”

Every person had a fixed lifetime. He would naturally know how much life he had left once it was time. Some people might see Khan as only an NPC, but he was also a person. He instinctively sensed it was time for him to leave. That’s why he was busy hammering. His hammer was filled with a desire to pay back Grid as much as possible before Khan left.

Ttang! Ttang!

Did he want to prove that the blood of Albatino, who inspired Pagma, flowed inside his body? Khan was obsessed with making a better Valhalla. He wished that this armor would help preserve Grid’s life.

‘Perhaps this will be my posthumous work.’

This was his last chance. It was an opportunity to prove his life as a blacksmith wasn’t in vain. An opportunity to prove that King Grid’s teaching wasn’t lacking!

Ttang! Ttang!

Khan wanted Valhalla to be completed as the greatest armor on this earth. He wanted to make an armor that Grid wouldn’t be ashamed of. He reminded himself of this every time he saw Grid’s armor.

Ttaaang!

Khan’s hammering was more sophisticated than ever. It was so delicate that it was comparable to a legendary blacksmith. It was a hammer containing the desires of a blacksmith. Now Khan was making his life’s work. It wasn’t a miracle, but all his experience that allowed him to display a greater ability than usual.

Ttang! Ttang!

The blacksmiths alternated working day and night on the mass produced Grid set. Their hammering could be heard despite the late hour. Khan’s hammering sound was exceptionally clear.

"The chief is in good condition today?”

"I agree. I’m already anticipating some monster-like work.”

"But I’m a bit worried. It looks like he hasn’t been sleeping for the past few days...”

A strange voice entered the blacksmiths’ ears.

"There’s a saying about the final radiance of a setting sun (dying flash).”

It was a low voice. The voice came from the entrance.

Clack! Clack clack clack!

The sounds that followed were a bit strange. It sounded like footsteps but were very light.

“...?”

Khan turned his gaze towards the entrance and was shocked.

"Heok!”

“S-Skeleton...?”

a threatening manner. Skeleton knight. At the center of these skeletons, the white-haired Veradin fixed his gaze

of working severe hours while burning your life. It’s a very desirous attitude for

"Who are you?”

patrolled every hour. Now an unidentified intruder appeared in the smithy that was at the center. Khan didn’t know what types of terrible things

replied to Khan, who showed extreme

sorry, but I’m a

Swipe.

and the robed men behind him clapped their hands. It was a signal for

"H-Hik!"

“K-Khan! Run away!”

was more important than

“Kuaaaack!”

“Ugh...! K-Khan! Hurry!”

produced with the body of a knight. Since they were already dead, they weren’t afraid of death. They were

strength and stamina because they used their bodies for a living,

“Jane...! Abra!”

the pillars of the

for you to

young blacksmiths to save an old man made Veradin unhappy. It was awkward to have unnecessary casualties. He was sensitive to the value of life. He didn’t mind killing for a purpose, but he disliked unplanned killing. Veradin blocked the entrance

from the high ceiling of

"...!"

was because he knew the identity of the man who destroyed five skeleton knights summoned

are you

a close confidant of Grid, shouldn’t Faker be watching the PvP match right now? He should support his master like a loyal dog. The doubtful Veradin read

see. The god of killing... Is it more interesting to be a

Teook!

reached Veradin’s side. His weapon was one of the Belial series of items received at the Overgeared Kingdom’s founding ceremony. The dagger made of Belial’s bones stabbed

Puok!

suffered 12,900

curse

your total health will be received. This effect

you have resisted the curse of

you conclude it’s better

rushed back and quickly drank a health potion. The moment Faker

Ttaak!

Veradin raised a finger.

Then.

“Ugh!”

“...?”

with panic. A death knight appeared from the darkness and pointed a sword at Khan’s neck. Veradin saw that Faker was unable to

that this blacksmith was Grid’s close friend. But I didn’t know it was

“...”

itself? Is it thanks to

than a raid. But big profits were accompanied by big risk. Why were rankers and hermits reluctant to take part

with the official schedule, they were hunting and raiding in order to achieve a steady growth. It wasn’t guaranteed to get a medal when participating in the National Competition and they might fall

course, there was a considerable number of participants in the National Competition. In the end, they made their choice

big person beside the target. That

protect what was most important to Grid. Kasim was beside Irene and Lord so he put Faker on Khan. That’s why he was here when Veradin struck. But Veradin didn’t seem

that you are a talented person, but who knows? Will it work

But Veradin was able to become Agnus’ right-hand man because he was

Ttaak!

his fingers with an

Pahat!

Faker immediately accelerated.