Overgeared

Grid didn’t forget the blacksmith he encountered in a world full of human ideals. Standing in front of the shining anvil and golden clouds, he used his burning nipples to smelt metal and a lightning hammer to temper the metal. The blacksmith god, Hexetia—he was the ideal that every blacksmith in the world, including Grid, had to pursue.

...Except for the nipples.

“...Sigh.”

Grid temporarily put Blacksmith’s Skill Comparable to a God to the side, closing his eyes as he took some breaths.

‘I never thought I could beat you.’

He recalled the last conversations he had with Garam. He recognized his limitations when he failed to overcome Garam, who was only qualified as a fake god. As a player, he had to bear these limits. Yes, he was a player. Not only was it difficult to exceed the growth power of named NPCs, he was overwhelmingly lacking when it came to basic stats. No matter how high he raised his level or how much stats he built up, even if he became a god, it would still be an insurmountable limit.

This was a realistic conjecture. Even if he became a god, Grid’s value would drop as soon as an NPC appeared as an enemy.

‘So don’t try to be foolish.’

That’s why he didn’t say to Garam, ‘One day, I will surely surpass you.’

He left his desperate wish as a hollow cry in his heart and simply relied on Braham and his colleagues who appeared. He felt like he would fall into the brink of suffering that could never be escaped the moment he expressed his vain wish of fighting and beating Garam. No matter how much time passed, it would be hard to beat Garam, even if he struggled insanely.

However, now his thoughts have changed. It was because the heart of the red phoenix showed new possibilities. Recovery—Grid had the overwhelming recovery of beings who were regarded as insurmountable walls. Right now, it was a recovery that could only be maintained for a few seconds at best but for a short period of time, he completely transcended the limits of a player. It wasn’t a transcendence that would be common among players. It was real transcendence.

“......”

The image in Grid’s mind deepened. The image of the beautiful and transparent small sword that looked like it was carved of ice slowly floated in his mind.

[Hexetia’s Small Sword]

[Rating: Myth

Attack Power: 28,990

....

...]

He didn’t remember anything else but he precisely remembered the attack power. It was considered absurd the first time he saw it. He thought it was an attack power that he would never achieve in his life. This wasn’t the case anymore. This time, his recovery suggested a new possibility—players could also have transcendent stats. Grid had the ability to experiment with the possibilities.

Skill Comparable to a God Lv.

enabled and the time it takes to make an item

minimum of unique rated

certain probability of

there is a low probability of

of a production

myth rated items are produced, the blacksmiths’ faith

stat will increase by one for every three myth rated items

active skill. The myth rated items created

even pay attention to the fact that ‘a minimum of unique rated

rated items had the same value to him. The Blacksmith’s Skill Comparable to a God was a one-off skill that was activated by

10% higher than Genuine - (Fighting against the Gods) Legendary Blacksmith’s Craftsmanship Skill. The higher the stats of the

unconditionally make

his recovery. It didn’t matter if he had a lot of

items are

Light set he swapped to when

were things he had acquired long ago. Even the Cone Helmet and Overgeared Crown were created before the 4th National Competition and

been used for the longest

improving their specs while Grid alone was treasuring antiques.

answer in

them away because they had a field-specific performance. Now

to harden

two each of the Red Phoenix’s Breaths and Blue Dragon’s Breaths. The equipment used by the yangbans such as the smoking pipe, soft sword, and short spear

that they had exploited. They didn’t rely on equipment in the first place so it would be strange if their items had a good performance. In common sense, it was a jackpot as long as they dropped

the breaths of the Four Gods seemed common but that wasn’t the case from Grid’s viewpoint. There were few items with as much quality

blue, white, and

colored breaths and returned all but the black one into

some

his possession. One was a sword made from the Red Phoenix’s Breath, a growth weapon he designed to give as a gift to Lord. It was a gift meant for Lord to grow up with—to protect his family and people—while

failed to smelt

the worst. It was so rough that he didn’t feel the

find a way to control the power

the beginning was due to compatibility. The attributes contained in the Red Phoenix’s Breath were only fire and life. It was well-matched with a blacksmith who created things using fire. On the other hand, the Black Tortoise’s Breath that contained the power of water

to get advice from you. Is there a way to suppress the aura of death in the Black Tortoise’s Breath for a

asked this question, the sacred creatures listening started to