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.

a human, whose 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 the

the people die, and the last piece he

Sword was the greatest achievement Hexetia left behind. It was the reason why humans couldn’t 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 humanity. It was the ‘seven selected’ who fought against the gods and helped humanity. Like Bultar, they

stop the gods. The gods preached that the seven malignant saints were the original sin who threatened the earth. We fought for humanity, yet we

“...”

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

seven of us watched the gods. We hoped that their brilliant ‘light’,

at straws. The seven malignant saints wanted to believe in

of Pagma and threatened humanity. The other gods ignored it or helped, but we were convinced. The rise or fall of humanity

would suffer from the crisis of annihilation, that the human race

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

and Baal. Since then, 200 years

is now

previous generations. In particular, the fact that Pagma’s Descendant

Humanity would once again step on the path of destruction. The seven malignant saints were determined. They wouldn’t wander as ghosts any longer and

-...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

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

peace that was discussed here was merely avoiding

than the gods do every day, will continue for

end. As the

-I...

said to be the

the 7th evil,

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

“...Grid!”

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

he was holding the perfect form

“The curse was released!”

always helping the church! I

hadn’t witnessed him doing it, they believed that Grid had cleansed the First Holy Sword. It

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

only to stop. He opened

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 Grid’s face. Instead, there was

“Yes, I had

world, he felt like a hero in the myths. Grid was filled with a huge sense of achievement as the protagonist