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.

a weird

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

out a hand. Piaro’s hand plow and Diworth’s attack collided, causing an explosion. Since the opponent was strong, Diworth didn’t intend to contend with unnecessary skills. He took out the hidden weapon in his other hand and shot it. It was covered with an extremely poisonous substance made

alert!’ A smile spread across

Diworth’s poison. At this moment, Diworth was convinced of his triumph. He was proud that Piaro, a former pillar of the empire, failed

fine. “It

“...!?”

legend made him unaffected by the poison needle. Piaro knew it as

hit because he boasted unpredictable movement paths. Diworth’s clothes were loosened as he used

“What?”

suffered greater confusion and shock from this than when he saw the fields. Even so, he

was thrilled. Piaro had lost everything apart from his life and lived as a hermit. Did he live in pain and anxiety every day? Honestly, Grenhal had been dubious about that. He had expected Piaro to be weaker,

was this? Piaro boasted an excellent shape after being called by Grid. It was a bit ambiguous to say he was

is he

Morse became more doubtful. The 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, but the things he showed throughout the battle were no different from those of a farmer. Why was he putting constraints on himself? At this rate, he might not be able to win

when Grenhal’s and

“Free Farming 4th Style.”

then Piaro pulled out a trident attached to his back. No, he pulled

“Plow the Field!”

soil in the field was

“...?”

suddenly turned upside down, and soil rose, 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...!”

extremely tense as he was

seeds,’

because of seeds. Diworth judged and bent his waist. He planned

Farming 8th

“...!?”

explosion that shook the entire canyon. The thousands

“Kuaaaack!” Diworth's scream echoed.

became dull as the alcohol flew away. Piaro took action without hesitation. He took out his

‘Drunk Duke Diworth’ has been

a great accomplishment that no one

increased. You have acquired 2,000 reputation

[Your level has risen.]

Family’s Magic

Tiphon Family’s White

the achievement of ‘Overwhelming the