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.

started to be praised by humanity. The blacksmith god then destroyed the human race. All types of minerals fell from the

last piece he left behind was the Stone of Original

forget Hexetia. Bultar denied it. He sealed the sword with the sin of envy that Hexetia left behind and exterminated the evidence of Hexetia’s achievements with

didn’t stop the gods. The gods preached that the seven malignant saints

“...”

unknown voice remained sarcastic to the end. He had learned how to control his grudge after hundreds or maybe a

and hell... Yes, the seven of us watched the gods. We hoped that their brilliant

of grabbing at straws. The seven malignant saints

but we were convinced. The rise or fall of humanity is

malignant saints were desperate. They thought that a generation without their presence would suffer from the crisis of annihilation, that the human race would disappear from

malignant people and weren’t in perfect condition. This meant they were forced to

thanks to Pagma and Baal.

is now

weaker, and the talents of the legends were infinitely weaker than the previous generations. In particular, the fact that Pagma’s Descendant won the title

saints were determined. They wouldn’t wander as ghosts any longer and would give their remaining power to the inexperienced heroes

-...You changed the flow.

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

sins that the gods will commit are delayed, and for a time, humanity will walk

peace that was

war between humans, who commit more sins than the gods do every day, will continue for a lifetime... Well, that isn’t a problem for us to intervene

end. As the voice faded out,

-I...

to be the

am the 7th

last answer, darkness exploded. Grid’s consciousness became distant as

“...Grid!”

by Damian and the elders of the Rebecca Church. This was the moment when Grid’s spirit, which had been flowing with the quest, returned

was holding the perfect form of the

“The curse was released!”

are really great! King Grid is always helping the church! I can’t help respecting the faith

it, they believed that Grid had cleansed the First Holy Sword. It was an infinite trust. Well, it

He handed the sword to Damian, who was still looking anxious. “The sword

He opened and

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 Grid’s face. Instead, there was a smile on Grid’s face as his eyes stared at a distant place. He didn’t seem tired at all. It would be rude to say these

replied, “Yes, I had a

in the myths.