Overgeared

“The two of you need to be more aware! How many times do I have to tell you?!”

Rabbit stood beside Grid and Piaro and started his lengthy speech. There was nothing to refute among the rapid-fire words he poured out because his words were right. However, in Grid and Piaro’s ears, Rabbit’s words sounded like this—“Blah blah blah! Order order order! Grumble grumble!”

“......”

“......”

No matter how good the advice, repeating it was just nagging. At first, Grid and Piaro listened to Rabbit and admitted their faults. Then they slowly felt the limits of their patience. They exchanged glances and left the relentless Rabbit. Their movements were so secretive and fast that Rabbit only realized they were gone a few seconds after they left.

“King Griiiiid! Siiiiiiir Piaro!” Rabbit’s screams echoed through the desolate wheat field.

The knights felt sorry at the sight of him clutching at his hair.

***

“What... Why does it feel like a propaganda flyer from North Korea?”

On the road to the castle after leaving Rabbit...

Grid was handed a flyer by Lauel and frowned. It was a flyer with rough phrases highlighted in red. Signs of cheapness were everywhere. It was a waste of the elaborate portraits that Picasso drew of Piaro and Hurent.

Wait, Hurent?

“Why is Hurent on here?”

“There are rumors that Hurent will be the successor to Piaro’s farming techniques. It is marketing. He also looks good.”

“The successor to farming techniques...”

A chill went down Grid’s spine. He was genuinely afraid that Hurent would become a farmer.

“Huhu, that’s good.”

Piaro was smiling like he didn’t know about Grid’s worries. He was very pleased with the completeness of the farmer recruitment flyer. Grid sighed and glanced at Hurent. Hurent shrugged. “Isn’t it interesting? It is flashy enough to make people feel that it is cheap but at the same time, it is also very eye-catching.”

“No, is it okay to be misunderstood as a farmer? You don’t really want to be a farmer, do you?”

“I wouldn’t mind if I could be like Piaro.”

“......”

He couldn’t believe that the Aura Master was considering becoming a farmer. Grid had high expectations for Hurent so he couldn’t help lamenting. Of course, he also understood Hurent’s thoughts. The power of farming that Piaro showed was terrifying. However, the reason why Piaro was so strong wasn’t because he was a farmer but because he was Piaro.

even if he became a legendary farmer. Hurent himself seemed to know this.

“......”

Piaro’s rapid progress today. Piaro’s reason for being strong isn’t because

saw it right away. Farmers were indispensable to the world. They were an excellent existence but they weren’t a strong fighting profession. Piaro was just strong and from this morning onward,

learning the Matchless Heart Technique. It felt like the power of one sweet potato blow was equal to the

more than a hollow crystal. It was natural. The Matchless Heart Technique wasn’t born because of the Matchless Heart Sword. It was the Matchless Heart Sword that was born because of the Matchless Heart Technique. The Matchless Heart Sword without the Matchless Heart Technique couldn’t show its true power. The Piaro before learning the Matchless Heart Technique and the Piaro after learning it were two completely

“How are you doing?”

was where work was underway to restore the collapsed barracks from a

“Very good.”

of effort to learn it. He fought with Grid and was scolded by Rabbit so it was normal to feel tired. However, Piaro was fine. No, he

is the

he

he must’ve been a great, noble

who left behind the Matchless Heart Technique for future generations. Piaro’s heart warmed as he imagined this person. He imagined that Biban

“...It must be so.”

of the world, was a great person. The problem was that he was somewhat different from what Piaro imagined. Still,

sound

“...?”

understood Rabbit’s grievances. He vowed to fight with Piaro on a remote island or something

Biban someday... I

“...!”

like to see a dead man

chance through Grid. It was unreasonable to consider this a mere coincidence. Piaro felt a deep

***

“Why?”

original price. This was the same even for the low level weapons. The reason was simple. It was because it

did their best to acquire

people were aiming to make money, and the rich people thought it was a stable

seven different types filled her warehouse. Now all Asuka had to do was

weapons

was familiar with the market as

and sells weapons at this

the opportunity to become the world’s richest man. Yet he didn’t do

he an idiot?

a habit of hers to tap the refresh button of the exchanges and auction house. Asuka was exhausted after pressing the refresh button every minute. Rage soared to the top of her head and she started a series of angry refreshes. She stomped her feet and roared with wide open eyes, looking like a monster

do that. You

listen to him. She was obsessed with the refresh button while shouting that Grid was an idiot. Nevertheless, no new works of Grid were registered at the exchange or auction house. Seeing that the secretary outside the capsule didn’t contact her, it seemed the situation of the item cash trading sites was no different. It had already been a month since it was like this. Asuka seemed like she was going to burst with frustration. “Let’s say I understand not selling a new product

responded to Grid’s call? They would be reborn as unique items that exceeded the performance of legendary

he deliberately

being sniped? Was everything

“Young lady, perhaps Grid isn’t