Overgeared

After Grenhal left, Yura asked him with a cheerful expression, “Youngwoo-ssi, you said you didn’t want to go out with me?”

Noticing that the gazes of the people around him weren’t good, he hastily said, “I don’t like it because I have to go around everywhere. I never said I didn’t want to date Yura.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” The unsuspecting Vantner questioned, and the other members of the 10 meritorious retainers poked him in the side.

Yura was staring at Grid. Her slightly wavy hair was tied up, reminiscent of an idol taking a photo with a beach backdrop. There was a refreshing feeling. It was good enough to make him forget the hot water.

“W-What is it?”

He couldn’t adapt to this beauty at all. She was like someone from a completely different world. Yura stared for a few seconds, and the blushing Grid avoided her gaze first.

“I understand now.” Yura also blushed and nodded. “This is why I’ve always been behind.”

“...?”

“The dating—let’s stop for a while.”

“Huh...?”

“I’m going to become stronger.”

Yura was a single digit ranker. She ‘naturally’ exhausted her daily gameplay time limit. Her passion for Satisfy was so enormous that she spent her spare time maintaining an optimal condition and gathering information. Of course, she wasn’t special. The rankers, those who made money through Satisfy, and those who just enjoyed Satisfy invested most of their day into Satisfy. However, just because they spent the same amount of time in the game didn’t mean they all did the same thing. Otherwise, the concept of a ranker itself wouldn’t have existed.

Yura thought that to become like Grid, she had to focus on Satisfy the entire time her brain was awake. She realized how much of a luxury it was to think about what to do with her favorite person today. Yura was making a determined expression and opening a gate to hell when Grid shouted, “Don’t misunderstand! I’m just lucky!”

Luck followed him.

Up to last year, Grid hadn’t wanted to hear this. They thought he had grown to this stage just because of luck...? Where was there a person in this world more unlucky than him? His current position was purely a result of his effort. Grid believed so. Every time he saw himself, he felt disgusted by the netizens and experts who said he was just lucky. He thought they were degrading his efforts and accomplishments.

That wasn’t the case anymore. Grid only recognized it after achieving so much. It was true that he was lucky. Being born with the strength to not give up, the fact that Satisfy was released, obtaining Pagma’s book, and meeting good people… All of this was luck that he enjoyed.

Now Grid acknowledged it easily. He wasn’t offended by the assessment that he was lucky. It was true.

His gap with Yura? It wasn’t a difference in effort. The difference was the number of times luck came to him. Grid insisted on it.

“Is there a person who doesn’t have luck?” Yura denied it. “Luck follows everyone. However, few people are able to capture and take advantage of the luck that comes to them.” Yura called Grid's luck an ability or skill. “I saw you and got to know you. I probably missed a lot of luck. It is because I’m not as focused. I probably would’ve given up, unlike you.”

The expression ‘compromise’ was more appropriate than ‘giving up.’ Even so, Yura didn’t use it. It was shameful to bring out the word ‘compromise’ in front of Grid who faced all types of hardships and adversities. Yura’s body started to pass through the gate to hell. “At the very least, I’ll come back as a person who doesn’t burden you.”

This was the signal.

“I’m going as well.”

“Then I’ll be going.”

see you later. Don’t worry, I’ll keep

don't

deep desire. Rather than looking at Grid’s back forever, they were eager

“Everyone...”

a long separation. Grid intuitively sensed this and showed a sad expression. He wondered if his

him, “Have you forgotten? Our goal was once

“...”

we has-been just because we didn’t meet our goal? We have

“Chris...”

back. The moment I return, I’ll be applying for a

all of them gave up their territories, returning the rights of a lord. They broke the shackles holding them.

office, “Grid, they aren’t weak enough for you to worry about. Why don’t you focus

“My work?”

as a blacksmith. Additionally...” Lauel's gaze turned outside the office. A small shadow was visible. It was the road that Lord

“The years pass very quickly. Prince Lord will be turning 15 in less than four

on him. As a genius of the continent, Lord was system certified as a super-named talent. However, would Lord remain a power of the Overgeared Kingdom until the end? Maybe he would want to go on a trip or become crooked like the imperial princes. The role of

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my Lord! Chuu!

about Lord, but Grid didn’t care. Lord’s future? Lord would decide for himself.

you been

sun every day was soft. Lord’s fluffy cheeks and soft hair rubbed against Grid’s face. It soothed the

was 11 years old, and Grid had been worried that puberty would come. The little boy was understanding and felt admiration

tried to listen to Mother’s words.

did very well.

and slightly raised mouth, Lord had an ideal mixture of his parent’s looks. Grid hugged the pretty Lord and kissed his cheeks. “It was a big

teacher. Don’t praise me for doing what I had

nodded with a smile. “Yes, you have to

told me to treat everyone

to someone so they are all precious people. Help if you see

Grid was saying this?

“Cough, cough!”

to Grid’s office and were surprised. In any case, Grid ignored them and held up Lord to the window. The view of the city unfolded, and countless people

pushover... No, if you give out too much one-sided help then the other person

“Yes, Father. I understand.”

field praised Lord. The thrilled Grid was excited. “I will be in the smithy from now

thought that Lord

Father work, but unfortunately, I have a previous

“Previous engagement? With who?”