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 the mission

“Field work...? Move food...?”

slaves but

You are crazy

was the hidden class Aura Master suddenly a farmer? And what farmer carried so many flour bags weighing hundreds of kilograms? It

worry. This

“Training?”

Overgeared Kingdom to become stronger. But please don’t spread any

“...”

being deceived by a cheater. Panmir was at

"Adios."

and carried the flour bags on his back again. Then he chased after the procession with duck-like

the peak

‘the end’ was used. It was truly regrettable for the United States to lose a big star. Panmir gave a deep sigh and moved with heavy footsteps. The

‘White?’

black-skinned

‘What is this hobby?’

uncomfortable since he saw Hurent. The Overgeared

“Are you Panmir?”

“That’s right...”

to educate you, I will bestow my skills onto

“What?”

Talima. He was even recognized by the emperor and appointed as deputy chief blacksmith of the empire. Even the older people of the empire, the arrogant blacksmiths, acknowledged him because he knew how to

better than him on the whole continent. Yet a young blacksmith around 40 years old seemed to

have to make

the Overgeared Kingdom to be treated like this? Panmir

a blacksmith

“I know.”

also have to make needles that even

from King Grid. Are

“Kuhum...!”

uncomfortable and

to make me a colleague. He just wanted

Despite his reaction, Blacksmith White was already moving to his

that Panmir

check how they will treat

behind White. White was taking out a dark, matte material in front of the

“Umm?”

grumbling Panmir’s attitude

“What is this mineral?”

except 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 and poked it with his

really a

“T-Thank you.”

immediately used the appraisal skill. He was an advanced blacksmith with advanced mineral appraisal

[Insane Dragon Iron]

the

influenced by Nevartan’s madness for countless years

every

to control. The hardness is

Weight: 5

"Heok!"

from a dragon lair? It was hard for an ordinary person

doubling include the

mineral becomes twice as heavy and

can be

was inspired and wanted to work with this mineral right away. But the degree of difficulty was

I will teach you

“You...?”

to intermediate level skills. The

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

would appreciate it

“Then.”

the insane dragon iron