Overgeared

-Before Pagma was born, there was a blacksmith called Bultar. Was he worshipped as a legend like you and Pagma? No, he was a very ordinary blacksmith. However, he worked hard. For the sake of those who needed his skills, he never left the furnace and his skin was always red.

Who was the owner of this cold and cynical voice? Grid was still unaware of who exactly this second voice belonged to.

‘God’s Command is the power of the fourth evil, so is it Taren’s voice?’

In any case, it wasn’t important. Darkness encroached Grid’s eyes and then his location changed from the Vatican’s warehouse to a shabby smithy.

Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!

“...”

There was a blacksmith making various tools with crude workmanship. The blacksmith’s skin was red from the heat of the furnace, and he was covered with sweat. It was Bultar. He hammered desperately despite his fatigue and suffering.

‘Why is he going so far?’

The reason was immediately apparent.

“Hey! Bultar! Isn’t it ready yet?”

“I’m almost done!”

How many days had he gone without sleep? Bultar, who was dozing off and almost fell into the burning furnace, woke up when he heard the voice. The person who called out to Bultar was a villager. A small village covered in pouring rain could be seen through the gap of the smithy’s open door. The levee had broken, and the village was being flooded. The villagers were struggling to minimize the disaster, and the only blacksmith in the village, Bultar, had been working day and night to make tools for the villagers.

“Bultar! I need 20 more shovels!”

“Hurry!”

“...”

Everyone had a limit. It was the same for the legendary Grid. Working one more day or night would be difficult, but Bultar had to withstand it. He stayed in one place for four days, hammering constantly. The amazing thing was that Bultar never showed any villagers he was having a tough time. He knew that his strength was needed to protect the village.

Additionally, he knew that if he talked about his limitations, the villagers would feel greater anxiety. Therefore, he worked without saying anything. He persevered to the end. This was the moment his mind transcended his flesh. Once he succeeded in protecting the village, a voice entered his ears.

-He heard Rebecca’s voice.

Bultar was called by the goddess of light. The goddess claimed that he had sacrificed himself for the sake of others and overcome his limits. She promised to give him strength that would make up for his lacking abilities. It was a situation where Bultar was blessed by the blacksmith god, Hexetia. Blessed by Hexetia, Bultar became an incomparable superior blacksmith, praised by the people as one of the ‘seven selected.’

-Afterward, Bultar kept trying hard. He was filled with a passion to become the best blacksmith to repay Rebecca and Hexetia who blessed him. Nobody expected for this passion to be poisoned.

Bultar was able to exert the ‘Creation’ power after polishing his skills. In addition to the millions of tools already on the ground, he started to create tools that were beneficial to humanity, and he soon made new minerals. The result?

-Hexetia got jealous.

compared to a god’s, started to be praised by humanity. The

watched the people die, and the last piece he

left behind and exterminated the evidence of Hexetia’s achievements with humanity. It was the ‘seven selected’ who fought against the

The gods preached that the seven malignant saints were the original sin who threatened the earth. We fought for

“...”

unknown voice remained sarcastic to the end. He

us watched the gods. We hoped that their brilliant ‘light’, which once blinded us, would be

was the feeling of grabbing at straws. The seven malignant saints wanted to believe in the

Pagma and threatened humanity. The other gods ignored it or helped, but we

would suffer from the crisis of annihilation,

of power in the war against the seven malignant people and weren’t in perfect condition. This meant they were forced to borrow the hands of hell. 1st Great Demon Baal received the demands

and Baal. Since then, 200

now

the previous generations. In particular, the fact that Pagma’s Descendant won the title of Hero King instead of the Sword

The seven malignant saints were determined. They wouldn’t wander as ghosts any longer and would give their remaining power to the inexperienced heroes of this time. Although they would perish, they

-...You changed the flow.

the envy, the source of one of the seven sins...? The seven malignant saints were amazed at Grid’s ridiculous accomplishment of changing Hexetia. This Hero King had seemed so infinitely small compared to the past generations, yet they now realized that he was

the gods will commit are delayed, and for a time, humanity will walk on the path of

peace that was

day, will continue for a lifetime... Well, that isn’t a problem for us to

conversation was coming to an end. As the voice faded out, Grid asked, “Who are

-I...

said to be

am the

consciousness became distant as he couldn’t see

“...Grid!”

eyes again, Grid found that he was being supported by Damian and the elders of the Rebecca Church. This was the moment when Grid’s spirit, which had

Grid noticed that he was holding the perfect form of the First Holy

“The curse was released!”

church! I can’t help respecting the faith that you always show

a fuss. Even if they hadn’t witnessed him doing it, they believed that Grid had cleansed the First Holy Sword. It was an infinite

at him. He handed the sword to Damian, who was still looking anxious. “The sword won’t be eroded by the curse again in

Damian held the sword and opened his mouth, only to stop. He opened and closed his mouth several times. “Did you enjoy

the world message like everyone else. In fact, there was something else he wanted to say. He wanted to thank Grid but also apologize for the suffering Grid received every time he got tangled up with the Rebecca Church. Yet Damian suppressed his words was because he didn’t see any shadows on

I had

in the myths. Grid was filled with a huge sense of achievement as the protagonist of the