Overgeared

“Pant! Pant! Pant! Cough...!”

No matter how much Kir ran, he couldn’t see the end. The forest, which he had believed to be a treasure warehouse, was now more terrible than hell. The beautiful flowers and trees, the fresh air, and the sweet fragrance of fruit all seemed like a deceitful curse. There were constant questions in Kir’s head as he swallowed a potion and checked his stamina gauge.

How had this happened? Why had he met Grid? Why had Grid become hostile to him? Was it that big a deal that he had enslaved the elves? Why did he have to experience this pain? Maybe Grid had planned this entire situation?

‘Was I dancing on Grid’s palm?’

When on earth had he started planning this? Had it been since Kir started investigating the forest of the world tree?

“Ugh..!” The huge shadow on the ground made Kir’s heart throb. He felt an infinite pressure as Huroi’s wyvern flew above his head.

“Pero! Avoid it!”

The white horse—no, the unicorn jumped sideways like a crab at Kir’s command. These movements weren’t possible for a normal horse. The flames emitted by the wyvern moved straight ahead and would’ve completely burned the spot where they had been traveling.

Kir followed the path of fire to the left and gulped. ‘A wyvern doesn’t have infinite mana.’

The wyvern had a limit of one or two more flame breaths left. Meanwhile, the unicorn, which was classified as one of the highest-rated rides, could use its evasion skill dozens more times. The unicorn’s basic mana far exceeded that of the drake!

‘I will live!’

Kir didn’t have time to resent the past or worry about the future. The present was more important. He didn’t want to face the worst experience of losing a large amount of experience and items by dying.

‘Somehow! I have to somehow make it back to my city!’

He would pay back the loss and shame of today by several times! Kir made this promise because he had something to believe in—the presence of his three knights.

Form King Banus, Dark King Dias, and Eating God Phou were the strongest people Kir recruited as he wandered around the continent as a merchant. Named NPCs were stronger than the Overgeared members at the moment, especially Grid and Kraugel. Kir knew this right after seeing Piaro play an overwhelming role during the Belial raid.

As such, Kir was certain that if he invested another year and concentrated on raising these three knights, they would be born again as stronger than Piaro!

‘The possibilities are endless! They haven’t developed yet but they’re the ones with the nicknames of ‘king’ and ‘god’.

Just as Kir was praised as the Merchant King, Banus, Dias, and Phou were already called kings or gods by the local NPCs when Kir first met them. They were so powerful that they exceeded the category of a player and had the unlimited potential of named NPCs. It was no wonder that Kir had high expectations for them.

‘If I escape safely, it is very likely that the Overgeared Guild will invade the city. I will ask for support from the Gauss Kingdom, defend with my three knights, and then move to the empire...’

Kir started smiling as he planned it out. The Overgeared Guild’s invasion was likely to be very beneficial for him.

Firstly, it was possible to make the Gauss Kingdom and Overgeared Kingdom completely hostile to each other. Then he would be able to shift public opinion of the Overgeared Kingdom to a negative one for invading another country, and he would also be able to create an alliance with the other countries that were anxious. It was a bonus that he would be able to move into the empire without fearing the Overgeared Kingdom.

‘I don’t like that the First Knight is with Grid.’

However, it shouldn’t be a big factor considering the emperor’s ambition of unifying the continent. Kir made this judgment as his body moved upward. It was because the unicorn carrying him jumped randomly. Kir soon figured out the reason why. There was a sword energy at the unicorn’s feet. If the unicorn had jumped a bit later, its legs would have been cut off.

‘This is ridiculous!’

and wield his sword...! Even if he was a ranker, wasn’t he an orator? Kir wasn’t convinced of this, and he looked back. Then his

“Faker!!”

While growing to become the Merchant King, Kir’s greatest strength had been his information network. In the ‘player rating’ table that he’d made using his extensive intelligence, Faker’s power was S-class. It was just behind players like Grid, Kraugel, Agnus, and Haster. He was comparable to the top players when it came to killing power alone. They were both high rankers but Faker had a completely

‘This can’t be!’

knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out after becoming Faker’s target and urgently shouted, “Pero! Use

its location. To be precise, the unicorn made an extremely quick

the forest as he was left alone. “Do you think you can get away?” Then Faker also disappeared from

stroked his jaw. The wyvern flew in the

rose up from the

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world tree, Dias frowned when Phou said like

had already witnessed the terrible scene that occurred every time Phou said he was hungry, and fear poured in like the tide. Dias scolded Phou, “Didn’t you

cared about his stomach.

want.” Dias raised his hands. He didn’t have any authority or power

deathly pale as Dias retreated. Tears filled their eyes, but Phou

“Haaap!”

the elf Phou snatched up was terrible. She

had just devoured a female elf that was 170 centimeters tall, yet there was no glimpse of satisfaction on his face as he burped. His meal wasn’t over

the elves, of whom there were only 30 left. However, the elves no longer cried or begged. They

“Hungry...”

tried to swallow her. Four golden hands flew forth and swung their hammers. The hammers struck Phou’s large neck

his short and chubby legs and then shot out

next. His cloak flapped as he danced. There was a killing intent

was convinced that his enemy would become stiff from being hit by Mjolnir four times in succession, as well as Noe’s lightning. Additionally, Grid thought Phou would stop eating the elf and that his unprotected flesh would

Gulp!

electric shock. Instead, he swallowed the elf, who was making a hopeful expression, and then

skill has been

“What?”

bare hands? No, how did he resist the stiffness and electric shock in the first place? Grid was making a shocked expression when

sorry.” Dias shook his head. He didn’t doubt that the black-haired man would be beaten by

“...”

fine. One of the golden hands flew up and blocked Phou’s strike. The golden hand shook and stiffened, while Grid’s burning eyes peered

“You pig-like dog!”

pig, what was this? Dias scratched his

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship!”

‘Pagma?’

his sword. Simultaneously,

28,310

all speeds of

[The target has resisted.]

‘Slow resistance?’

no change in his health gauge

relatively normal and his basic

if the God Hands hadn’t responded right then as Phou was faster than suggested by his size.