Overgeared

After Grid’s party left for the Ruins of the War God, Piaro never slept comfortably. Being a farmer and warrior, he knew too many of the stories about the War God and his followers. Piaro estimated that the Ruins of the War God was a very dangerous place and was worried about Grid.

He didn’t dare blame Grid for not bringing him as he took off his clothes and put on his armor. That way, he could run at any time when Grid needed him. Yet he hoped that Grid wouldn’t need to call him. During the last month, Piaro wasn’t a farmer or a legend. He was just an ordinary knight waiting for news of his master. Finally, he was called by his master and arrived at the historical site.

“...You.” Piaro gazed at Drunk Duke Diworth who was confronting Grid. He immediately noticed that Diworth had chased Grid from Reidan to this location, placing Grid in danger.

“A person who dares to go against my king doesn’t deserve to even be used as manure.”

When Piaro became a legendary farmer, he was liberated from his obsession with becoming a Sword Saint. The misunderstanding with Asmophel was lifted, and the pains of the past were relieved. Since then, Piaro had a relaxed mind. He delayed his anger, and his peace of mind was slowly recovered.

However, at this moment, he was a vicious demon. He wondered if he would look like this when he met Empress Marie. The anger he had been suppressing caused him to have a terrifying expression that was completely unbearable. No, it channeled his anger.

Dozens of sparks flew up into the sky that was red from the setting sun. The nature in the atmosphere was reacting to Piaro’s life and anger. It was the manifestation of Natural State.

“I never dreamed about reliving the old days.”

Air currents swept over Piaro, causing the hand plow, sickle, and hoe hanging from his waist to rub against his armor. The weight of the weapons (?) was so light that a loud and clear sound echoed like notes played by a musical instrument. Piaro swung his hand once, throwing out something as small as a seed and hard to identify with the naked eye. Dozens or hundreds of the small seed-sized things were scattered across the empty space.

The flustered Diworth moved back. He used his eyes and senses that transcended the human reality and immediately grasped the identity of the small things pouring toward him. They were fragments of a strong energy. It was in the form of fine particles, but the destructive power contained in each one was enough to stir up the heavens and the earth.

No, was it really that? Something felt different. Strong energy... This power was often known as the upper echelons of sword energy and was thrilling to face, but Piaro’s strong energy was very gentle. No destructive power was felt. It was as expected. The strong energy fragments, that failed to hit Diworth and fell to the ground, didn’t exert any power. They melted like snow and were absorbed into the ground.

‘A trick?’

It forced Diworth to evade. Would he encounter some type of storm after this? Diworth was prepared for the shock. Unable to easily guess how Piaro would link an attack, Diworth retreated. He wasn’t confident about beating Piaro in a fight. Still, he wanted to believe in his wits. He would boost his alcohol intake and respond in real time to what was happening. Unfortunately, his determination was useless.

“...?”

Piaro was still standing in place. Unlike Diworth’s expectations, Piaro didn’t link to the next attack. Diworth was engulfed in doubts.

“Free Farming 2nd Style,” Piaro then recited quietly while pulling out his hand plow, “Super Growth.”

“...?!” Diworth’s eyes widened.

Immense chaos surged like a wave, making him dizzy. They were in a desolate canyon. Somehow, all types of grains and trees started to grow from this impoverished land that was only sand and dust. It didn’t take long for the barren land to turn into an abundant field. In fact, it happened in the blink of an eye.

Diworth felt like he was dreaming.

‘Illusion magic?’

No, it wasn’t. The sight of the fields and the sweet scent coming from the hanging grapes could never be a fantasy. In the first place, an illusion master wouldn’t allow him to distinguish between fantasy and illusion.

learned a

energy that Piaro sowed contained life, and Piaro created the environment using techniques that promoted life. When Diworth quickly grasped this fact, he took a sip of alcohol and spat it out. The stream of alcohol emitted from his mouth contained powerful magic power. The lush

out the hidden weapon in his other hand and shot it. It was covered with an extremely poisonous substance made by an aging white bamboo spider. The needle, which was filled with a terrible poison that boasted no

A smile spread across

the top would become vulnerable in front of Duke Diworth’s poison. At this moment, Diworth was

Piaro was fine.

“...!?”

with the body of a legend made him unaffected by the poison needle. Piaro knew it as well. He let himself

flew toward Diworth’s heart. However, Drunk Duke Diworth wasn’t easily hit because he boasted unpredictable movement paths. Diworth’s clothes were loosened as he used gentle

“What?”

was fine after being poisoned with the hidden weapon…? Diworth was baffled by the appearance of Piaro, who didn’t seem poisoned. He suffered greater confusion and shock from this than when he saw the fields. Even so, he didn’t lose his concentration. He drank more alcohol and drove

from his life and lived as a hermit. Did he live in

a bit ambiguous to say he was stronger, but based on his

he

Piaro they knew was a great swordsman aiming to be a Sword Saint. Yet the current Piaro didn’t use a sword at all and was holding farming equipment. He had a knight’s spirit and armor,

Grenhal’s and Morse's

“Free Farming 4th Style.”

plow missed Diworth who dodged like a fish, then Piaro pulled out a trident attached

“Plow the Field!”

the

“...?”

causing Diworth’s stance to collapse. Somehow, seeds flew in his vision as he tried to keep his body upright. It was the effect of Free Farming 5th style,

“Kuek...!”

was blocked. Diworth became extremely tense as he

seeds,’

seeds. Diworth judged and bent his waist. He planned to fight back and deal a

Farming 8th Style,

“...!?”

The thousands of seeds harvested by Piaro exploded

“Kuaaaack!” Diworth's scream echoed.

His body became dull as the alcohol flew away. Piaro took action without hesitation. He took out his sickle without delay and aimed at Diworth’s heart. There was no

Empire’s duke ‘Drunk Duke Diworth’

accomplishment that no one has

reputation throughout the continent has increased. You have acquired 2,000

[Your level has risen.]

Duke Tiphon Family’s Magic

Tiphon Family’s White Dragon Wine has been

knight ‘Piaro’ has accomplished the achievement of ‘Overwhelming the Seven