Overgeared

He had a long dream. As always, it was a nightmare. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn’t wake up. The sleep of consciousness didn’t permit free will. The Curse of Idleness imprinted on his soul had a terrible effect.

“......”

Fenrir cursed Shizo Beriache, who had been driven out of hell. He hated his fate. Although he didn’t show it in front of other family members, he resented his mother. Why did she give birth to him for him to suffer...? He hated her helplessness and irresponsibility...

“......”

His consciousness pulled out of the nightmare. His eyelids—crushed by an immeasurable weight—opened, and the contours of darkness entered his field of view. Cold swirled inside the coffin. Fenrir felt a sense of alienation as he opened his eyes in a place where light couldn’t enter. He felt like he had an exceptionally long and terrible nightmare today.

Somehow, there was a bit of anxiety. He must be mistaken.

Fenrir’s expression stiffened as he sat up from the coffin. Standing before him was a person with a slender body covered in blood. Beneath her feet, the wolf that was Fenrir’s alter ego was dying with its tongue sticking out.

“You... Human. What did you do?”

A mother, who passed on a curse and revenge to her children, and siblings who blindly loved such a mother…

Fenrir was furious at the death of a beast that had given him affection and loved only him, unlike those pathetic figures. He was angry. As the chill rose, the human woman’s body trembled. Her arms had been bitten by the beast, and there was a large hole in her chest. Unfortunately, her eyes were still alive.

“It is as you can see. I hunted a dog that tried to protect its sleeping master.”

The head of the beast that was panting painfully was then cut off with an axe. Before it died, the beast’s eyes glistened fondly as it stared at Fenrir. It loved its owner instead of blaming him, who had been sleeping even at the moment of its death.

Fenrir gritted his teeth. His pointed fangs broke after being rubbed against his lower teeth, and he chewed and swallowed them. “There is no need for dirty blood. I’ll chew your flesh and bones.”

***

The wolf, who had split Pastel Crayon in half upon its arrival, had been very strong and ferocious. However, it had shown the habit of guarding Fenrir’s coffin whenever Asuka’s party approached it. It had been obsessed with protecting the coffin, even if a sword stabbed its back. This was an obvious weakness. Thanks to this, Asuka’s party managed to find a way to attack. The wolf’s loyalty was a great tool of success for Asuka’s party.

Of course, they hadn’t been able to hunt the wolf with luck alone. Asuka’s party made great sacrifices. From the beginning, the party aimed at challenging the dungeon with an exit for ‘achievements’, and they made generous investments.

First, they risked their lives. Second, they took the Sweet Candy that could only be bought five times from the Reputation Store. Third, they generously used the consumables they had obtained from various hidden quests. The dozens of players squeezed out all their capabilities.

with all types of potions and skills, pierced

and succeeded

dying. Its eyes were only

“......”

a frenzy. As madness accumulated, she could only drool or blink, but she wasn’t really crazy. She had enough communicative ability to read and sympathize

the blessing of Hunting God Debirion and dealt

Human. What did you do?” The wrath of the vampire marquis

death. “It is as you

the effect of the strengthened curse, he was unable to open his eyes in time to prevent his loyal

at a very slow pace. It was an attitude that wanted to create fear and

monster is

let alone kill it. Asuka opened her inventory and threw the axe inside with trembling hands, pulling out two swords. One of the swords was stuck in a

catch

that the 36 high rankers would reunite to challenge the Fenrir raid again. Asuka’s party had consumed too many resources against the wolf guarding his coffin, not Fenrir, and experienced too much despair. Asuka was certain that Grid and

sheath and threw it. She muttered as if talking to the party members watching as they became corpses,

horrific form of death that traumatized many players struck Asuka. Still, she didn’t blink

supper... Enjoy it

“Kukuk.”

“...!”

which she had thrown for the next challenger, was sucked into Fenrir’s hand. Fenrir got an awful burn when he held the Sun Sword in his hand. Still, his expression didn’t change as he threw the Sun Sword to the center of the high ceiling. It got stuck behind the chandelier and couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. The Sun Sword was sealed by itself. In front of the AI of a super-named monster, Asuka became the first player to have an item stolen by

title ‘Fool’ has been acquired for your stupid act that will go down

cursed harshly as

***

Braham’s Robes has been

legendary item, and your Tailoring

all stats have permanently risen by +25 and reputation throughout the continent has

‘Good!’

sources of Grid’s power was his stats. However, since his blacksmithing technique had grown to a certain level, the growth rate of his stats had slowed. Of course, that was a story limited to blacksmithing. Tailoring was different. In the world of tailoring, Grid wasn’t tainted water but a

also be crafted with Tailoring, so for the time being, it was expected that Grid’s stats would grow rapidly. The ‘all stats

should grind my tailoring by manufacturing Braham’s