Overgeared

“Is the treasure we need to protect here?”

“The treasure is an artifact of the Four Gods? It is the death god among the Four Gods so is there any care that needs to be taken when handling it? For example, should it stay away from fire?”

“Are there no enemies at all?”

“In the event of an enemy invasion, how long will it take for the troops to arrive? What and how many traps have been set up nearby to stop the enemy from invading?”

A square building—the rankers were taken to the strange building that had no exits at all and released a bombardment of questions. All their confusion and fury were subdued. A penalty of losing four levels...

They judged there was no need to be agitated when the penalty would only occur if the quest failed.

“Please answer me.”

Knowing oneself before the enemy was the most basic formula for victory. However, the client didn’t answer the question and remained silent. It was a serious problem when the client who should be the most cooperative wasn’t motivated. It was an attitude that would reduce the motivation of the rankers trying to complete the quest.

‘What are you going to do?’

The client—the longer the beautiful black-haired woman who guided the rankers to the training hall was silent, the more anxious the rankers became. A person with a ferocious personality even felt the desire to grab the beauty’s collar and shake her. The reason he didn’t do so was because the beauty’s name was shining in gold.

Most of the rankers had already noticed her true identity. A yangban—a god of the East Continent. Someone with the power that a player would never exceed. It was a far cry from the unidentified half-god who Grid had recently defeated.

“Sigh.” The blue robe flapped as the beauty pulled out a smoking pipe. She seemed reluctant, just like when she first appeared. She seemed to be skeptical of the situation. “It is embarrassing that mere humans are rushing to ask questions rather than prostrating themselves. I feel so uncomfortable.”

‘Bullshit.’

The rankers’ expressions distorted at the beauty’s disrespectful words. They knew the customs of the East Continent people where they stopped what they were doing the moment the yangbans appeared and prostrated themselves. However, this was just a custom of the East Continent.

In the beginning, the rankers knew the yangbans weren’t worthy of being objects of faith. They had witnessed the yangbans treating humans as livestock several times. Even so, they were being polite in their own way yet the beauty was asking for more. It happened when a few rankers looked like they were chewing shit.

“I’m sorry. We were ignorant and committed great rudeness because we didn’t know the culture of the East.” One man surrounded by a sharp, cold air stepped forward and bowed to the beauty. His identity after taking off his cloak was exactly what everyone expected. “You might not be interested in humans but I would like to sincerely introduce myself to the god I’ve heard about for a long time and envied. My name is Bondre. I’m a magician who deals with ice magic.”

“It is ice magic...”

Bondre calmed the atmosphere that could’ve worsened. The beauty exhaled the smoke, put the smoking pipe away and showed interest in Bondre. “There is a separate job for you so follow me.”

“What about us...?”

“You just have to protect this place. This is the face of the intruder.”

The rankers left behind were feeling flustered when the beauty threw a portrait at them. It was a portrait of a white-haired old man. His wrinkled face looked like a dry old tree but his eyes were sharp and full of vitality, making him look unusual at first glance.

‘Who is this?’

It was a Westerner but this was the first time they had seen this face. The rankers were shaking their heads and the beauty added an explanation.

“He is a swordsman. Pungsa said that every time he swings his sword, lightning will explode and a storm will rage.”

skinny old man can use such

rankers showed a somewhat

“Sir Dante...!”

“...?”

was the wanderer Rekflex, 12th on the swordsman ranking

Do you

while I wandered around the Glaucian Kingdom. He was the single-digit knight of

era of

received a lot of help from him at the time but it is strange. At that time, Sir Dante

old and his senses were dull, making it difficult for him to extract the full power of the sword. He even used a mace that was easier to control than a sword since a small amount of force applied to the mace

later, he used swordsmanship that created a storm? A swordsmanship that was powerful

become

“...!”

the name Dante was engraved on the minds

memorized Dante’s name, the 73 year old knight Dante—in the Overgeared

is it that you seem to be getting younger?” Piaro asked when he turned from field work

don’t know why but I’ve been feeling lighter for some time. It feels like my existence itself has strengthened and my body

is the power

“The power of farming?”

always be happy and healthy. All the farmers working in the field have the same wish. The farmers

“Huhu, that makes sense.”

“Right. Hahaha.”

Gauss Kingdom. After a long time, he returned to the life of a farmer and his heart was healed. He became even happier when he

believe a day came when I can laugh with my old colleagues

Grid. Piaro was filled with

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that the procession to your stone statue is

will rise by 30%, and the probability of making a high rated item has

the dexterity and speed buffs were

“......”

slowly raising his head and opening his eyes. Far away, a rectangular white building was visible. Looking back, it was a building that seemed very strange. It didn’t match the overall scenery

armed soldiers and the intricately arranged structures near the building gave off a suspicious

daoists among the

installed on behalf

the buildings and Grid

‘Amulets...’

consumables. Depending on the color of the amulet

thousands of

Black Tortoise Jewel was held. The confident Grid soon

this too obvious? Is it a

to anyone who saw it. The tight security seemed to be screaming out to him,

“...This is a trap.”

when he thought about it himself so he relied on the advice of the