Overgeared

“This is the feeling of being a novice.”

“Yes, I don’t know how long it’s been since I felt this helpless.”

The difficulty of the East Continent was more than rumored. They came here with thorough preparations and planning but there had never been a smooth day. Their determination to use the new stage as a springboard to leap forward was on the verge of dissipating.

“The difficulty of the quests is too high overall. I thought it would be something like a kobold when I was asked to hunt the monster harming the fields in front of the house, only for a cyclops to show up.”

“The quests involving monsters have a high difficulty. Here, the level of the monsters troubling the farmers is over 300.”

“Right. I think we need to sort between quests for the time being. Let’s gradually adjust to the atmosphere while refraining from quests that could lead to combat. The more information we gather, the better it is to deal with monsters. This is wiser.”

“Yesterday, a ranker said the same thing. Then he received the wood cutting quest and died shortly after.”

“...?”

“That person died chopping wood.”

“...??”

“The tree exploded.”

“...There is a reason Grid gave up.”

There was no one who wasn’t aware that Grid had come to the East Continent. Indeed, many situations proved the history of Grid’s visit to the East Continent. The inhabitants who praised Grid’s achievements were gone but they still knew that Grid was quite active here.

Then Grid remained silent for a while. He went back to the West Continent and didn’t return to the East Continent again in a few years—as far as they knew. Although there were arguments that the stage of his epic a few days ago was the East Continent, Grid had abandoned it for years.

“...”

“...”

After a few days of dying, the players who were gathered together to discuss things became quiet. What could they do on this land where even Grid was forced to stay away from for several years? It seemed they had come too quickly. Deep regret struck the players. However, the mood soon reversed itself.

“...Let’s use strength.”

“I came all this way and can’t give up. Let’s hold on and make a small achievement.”

“No, let’s just stay for a few years and get it over with! We will do what Grid can’t and catch up with Grid!”

“Ohhhh!”

People who came to the East Continent would exceed the normal level. Players who experienced the difficulty of the East Continent were more motivated than despairing. They were filled with the expectation that they would be enormously rewarded if they overcame the hardships that even Grid couldn’t overcome. They had a great opportunity to lay the groundwork for catching up with every player’s goal, Grid.

“Wash your clothes in the stream? Okay! I accept!”

“Harvest strawberries from the strawberry field for a day? Okay, I’ll do it!”

“Sending a letter to a friend... Huhuhu, how romantic. My role today is the cupid of love.”

“Y-You said to go to the back mountain and cut firewood? Hik! No! Pass!”

Kars was the centre of the Cho Kingdom’s economy and was always lacking manpower. Hundreds of players took care of all types of chores, helping the people of Kars.

doing when they come all the

arrive unharmed in Kars thanks to Kentrick. She witnessed

round cross-stitch, etc. It was absurd that famous rankers and promising players in the community who weren’t ranked were doing chores that even children could

bother coming to the East Continent and doing things like

her own purpose. She remembered the boy who didn’t have a single uncomfortable day due to a congenital disease and a client who felt guilty for

only one who can

with shrines or doctor’s clinics. Rather, he lived alone with his son in a ruin with no other humans. He couldn’t be unaware of the Saintess’ reputation to heal all diseases but he didn’t think about contacting her. Maybe he couldn’t show up in the world. She wondered if he was a person with a great deal of notoriety in the past. Even so, she knew the pain of losing a child

“Kunlun Ginseng?”

“Yes.”

had toured Kars for four days. She visited all the herbalists in the city and asked how to buy or

Kunlun Ginseng? Do

recipe provided by the quest, the difficulty of obtaining it was classified

replied, "Saving the dead... it doesn’t seem incorrect. My client’s physical condition is bad enough to be

revive him as a

him as a jiangshi? Haha, a joke

efficacy of the Kunlun

“...!”

she felt when she met her client and was filled with

is true that the Kunlun Ginseng can be used to save the dead. Some evil daoists used the Kunlun Ginseng to make jiangshi and disturb the hearts of the public. This led to the royal family banning the distribution of it as private goods. However, as I said earlier, reviving the dead requires the right magic knowledge and skills. It is also

“What does that...?”

the medicine with the Kunlun Ginseng? Your identity isn’t an insidious

bad person! How do you treat your

herbalist’s smiling face changed at once. His sharp eyes pierced Hera sharply. “I had to test you since you could be an

“...”

the palace. If the palace examines you and your herbal recipe

“Thank you.”

soldiers obediently opened the path for her when they heard she was

Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!

make weapons. In other buildings, scientists gathered to test

atmosphere of the soldiers and warriors patrolling

confident that they can respond no matter

of the palace was highest among them. Even the acclaimed rankers on the West Continent would shrink back here and be treated as rats. Hera was

level is too

was someone’s sighing voice. The voice was unforgettable.

her a few days ago. A few blacksmiths were gathered together and were being admonished by him, “You haven’t fully unlocked the potential of iron. In particular, tell the blacksmiths making the sword to

“...?”

stared blankly at Kentrick. Kentrick’s saw her and his words continued, “...This is

and ended with a polite

are you

the only place where I can get the last ingredient for my medicine.

“Yes, of course.”

way... Kentrick, what are you doing

isn’t a big deal. I have a friend who asked me to give advice to the blacksmiths of

who is good enough to give advice to craftsmen... is

“...That’s right.”

Grid! I saw from the beginning that you’re not an average person but you are more

only know Grid a little bit... then I’m

left. In a situation where he had to work secretly, it

“L-Let’s go!”

already deeply respected Grid, who gave them advice during the short period of time waiting for the furnace to rise. They wanted to