Overgeared

"The kingdom built by a blacksmith!”

The 1st ranked blacksmith, Panmir, was very excited when coming to the capital of the Overgeared Kingdom. It was because the smithy complex contained large-scale smithies reminiscent of the dwarf city of Talima. The sound of hammering rang out around the clock, the smoke rose from every chimney, the scorching heat and the smell of steel...

This was truly a blacksmith’s paradise. A heaven made by a blacksmith for blacksmiths!

‘If I work here, my efficiency will rise sharply!’

A blacksmith’s heart knew blacksmiths well. Panmir admired the rational smithy structure and felt great pleasure. He could see how much consideration Grid put into the process of designing the smithy. Panmir’s ambition surpassed fullness and ascended into heaven.

"Is this the first smithy?”

After touring the smithies, Panmir moved to the smithy that would be his workplace in the future. He was so happy that his steps were light.

“Make way!”

“Hmm?”

Panmir, who was humming while walking down the street, paused and looked back. There was a parade of people carrying huge flour bags that were over 100kg on their backs. Panmir frowned.

‘Slaves?’

The people burdened by flour bags were walking like ducks. It seemed very painful as they were sweating while covered in dirt. Someone couldn’t endure it and fell down along the way. But he immediately jumped up like he was afraid and ran with the heavy bags.

"Huh...truly harsh.”

It was hard to see blatant slavery in the empire. Even the empire, which slaughtered thousands of minorities, didn’t treat slaves harshly, at least in the eyes of the people. It was presumed to be the arrangement of the S.A. Group in consideration of the players’ emotions. However, there was such a terrible sight in the kingdom that a player had set up.

"It’s hard to understand.”

Why didn’t Grid set a limit on slavery? Panmir tried to understand but it wasn’t easy.

“Huh?”

Panmir shook his head and was about to leave this place, only to feel amazed. It was because he found a familiar person in the procession of slaves. Aura Master Hurent.

‘Hurent?’

Hurent was one of the strongest representatives of the United States. He was a big player who maintained the one digit ranking for years. Many Americans missed him at the 2nd National Competition. Every time the National Competition came around, the Americans had a habit of saying ‘If only there was Hurent...’

Many people were looking forward to Hurent’s brilliant return and it was the same for Panmir. Panmir had been looking forward to reuniting with Hurent once he emerged from his training. Now at this moment, he was reunited with an unimaginable figure in an unexpected place.

'Is Hurent a slave?’

Panmir was hallucinating. It was clear that he had seen wrong. Panmir rubbed his eyes and denied reality. But when he looked back a few times, the slave really was Hurent. He was suffering more than any other slave. He was walking like a duck with six large bags of flour.

“U-Unbelievable! Hurent! What are you doing here?!”

Panmir couldn’t stand it and ran to Hurent. Hurent’s face was scruffy and he was covered with dirt. Was this the gentleman who looked like a middle-aged noble in Britain and was loved by women?

“W-What is going on? Why are you living in slavery?”

“Panmir...?” Hurent recognized Panmir and laughed. “No, how did you know me after seeing me once? Other people thought I just had the same name.”

"How can I not recognize you? You’re the buyer of the first epic rated weapon that I made!”

“Haha... Yes, there was something like that.”

Hurent looked tired at first glance. Panmir was able to get a glimpse of how hard Hurent had been living if he kept having to do hard labor like this.

"How did you come here? Why did you become a slave?”

“What are you saying? I’m not a slave.”

“Then?”

“A farmer.”

“What...?”

was doing field work in Bairan. Today we are carrying out

“Field work...? Move food...?”

of slaves but a

are crazy right

suddenly a farmer? And what farmer carried so many flour bags weighing hundreds of kilograms? It was even at a

worry. This

“Training?”

a farmer in the Overgeared Kingdom to become stronger. But

“...”

bastard. Or maybe Panmir was being deceived by a cheater. Panmir was at a

"Adios."

carried the flour bags on his back again. Then he chased after the procession with

the peak of his

States to lose a big star. Panmir gave a deep sigh and moved with heavy

‘White?’

a black-skinned NPC named

‘What is this hobby?’

since he saw Hurent. The Overgeared Kingdom started

“Are you Panmir?”

“That’s right...”

me to educate you, I will bestow my skills onto you

“What?”

and learnt how to make ego items at the dwarf city of Talima. He was even recognized by the

blacksmiths. Panmir was confident that there were few blacksmiths better than him on the whole continent. Yet a young blacksmith around

even have

be treated like this? Panmir calmed his mind

a blacksmith invited by

“I know.”

also have to make needles that even a child can

are instructions from King Grid. Are you going

“Kuhum...!”

uncomfortable and his face turned

a colleague. He just wanted to insult

Blacksmith White was already moving to

thought that Panmir

how they will

was taking out a dark, matte material in front

“Umm?”

Panmir’s

“What is this mineral?”

that it wasn’t glossy. It was a crystal like mineral but magic power could be felt from it. Panmir was very interested in the mineral

really a blacksmith.

“T-Thank you.”

the appraisal skill. He

[Insane Dragon Iron]

occurs in the nest of the insane dragon

Nevartan’s madness for

every 10

very difficult to control. The hardness is comparable to black iron, but the smelting difficulty is several times

Weight: 5

"Heok!"

an ordinary person to see such a mineral in

include the volume and

heavy

it can be useful in

inspired and wanted to work with this mineral right away. But the degree of difficulty was several times higher than smelting black iron. Therefore, he wondered if

will teach you how to work

“You...?”

basic to intermediate level skills. The so-called geniuses were sometimes

really trust White. But he didn’t express his distrust. White was treating him well, so Panmir

it if you

“Then.”

insane dragon iron