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.

achievements were trivial when compared to a god’s, started to be praised by humanity. The blacksmith god then destroyed the human race. All types of minerals fell from the sky, and

watched the people die, and the last piece he left behind was the Stone of

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 humanity. It was the ‘seven selected’ who fought against the gods and helped humanity. Like Bultar, they were blessed by other gods. This was the birth of the seven malignant saints who the gods deemed

seven malignant saints were the original sin who threatened

“...”

main character of the unknown voice remained sarcastic to the end. He had learned how to

us were sealed between the ground and hell... Yes, the seven of us watched the gods. We hoped that their brilliant ‘light’, which once blinded us, would be revealed to the next

straws. The seven malignant saints wanted to believe in the compassion of the

The other gods ignored it or helped, but we were convinced. The rise or fall of humanity is only determined by their whims. This world is merely

were desperate. They thought that a generation without their presence would suffer from the crisis of

they were forced to borrow the hands of hell.

Pagma and Baal. Since then,

is now

the legends were infinitely weaker than the previous generations. In particular, the fact that Pagma’s Descendant won the title of Hero King instead of the Sword Saint and that there was

of destruction. 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 hoped humanity would be protected.

-...You changed the flow.

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 greater

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

the peace that was discussed here was merely avoiding

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

to an end. As the voice faded out,

-I...

to be

the

exploded. Grid’s consciousness became distant as he couldn’t see anything in front

“...Grid!”

by Damian and the elders of the Rebecca Church.

the perfect form of the First Holy

“The curse was released!”

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

it, they believed that Grid had cleansed the First Holy Sword. It was an infinite trust. Well, it was natural. All of them were already on the verge

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

and opened his mouth, only to stop. He opened and closed his

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 words when Grid was

“Yes, I had a great

hero in the myths. Grid was filled with