Overgeared

“That’s it for today.”

“You too?”

“Me too.”

“You are senior warriors and you can’t even last for 10 minutes? Tsk, you fools.”

“Shut up. I’m fortunate not to be overwhelmed in 10 seconds.”

The lifespan of the half-draconians was 150 years. Their natural physical abilities were so excellent that they rarely died of illnesses or accidents. However, the half-draconians didn’t have a high population. It was barely maintained at 300 people for the past millennium. Was it because they killed each other at the festival (ranking competition) that ranked their kin?

No. It could be seen from the effect of the contract between Grid and Hao that the aggressiveness of the half-draconians was somewhat repressed among those of the same race. It was surprisingly rare for a festival to cause casualties. Even so, the reason for the small population of the half-draconians was simple.

Their breeding capacity was low. There were too many fetuses that died because they couldn’t bear the evil blood of Bunhelier flowing through the mother’s body. That’s right. 30 out of 300—the reason why Helena was chased by a small number of half-draconians, 10% of the population, was because they were faithful to the instincts of racial reproduction. Her unborn baby would resemble Helena and would be strong enough to handle Bunhelier’s blood.

“Can Helena set a new record today?”

“It won’t be easy... To increase the record, she has to enter a new realm. Such enlightenment is impossible in a day or two.”

“I hope she is patient and doesn’t overdo it.”

Juless, Zepiro, Caspar, Nabalt, and Helga—they were five out of only 20 senior warriors across the entire half-draconian race. Nevertheless, they failed to break through the beginning of the seventh ridge. If they worked together then they could easily break through but for half-draconians, fights should be done on their own. There was no concept of cooperation.

They looked at the top of the mountain in the distance. The sun seemed to explode. Every time a red light flashed in the gray sky, there was the faint sound of an explosion through the blizzard. By now, hell would’ve unfolded on the field. Half of the high peaks would’ve been smashed and Helena would be the only living creature on the land.

Duguen, duguen, dugeun.

The hearts of the senior warriors thumped. They imagined Helena slaughtering the top monsters and their trust and affection toward her were infinitely large. They wanted to pair up with Helena no matter what. They wanted to be picked by her to father her child and carve their mark on the world.

‘...I have to be strong.’

This wasn’t the time to be absent-minded. They needed to fight, gain experience, and build up their skills on the sixth ridge.

‘I haven’t had a drink for a long time.’

It was around the time for Jad to come back. He said he would come back with 100 wagons of alcohol so their mouths were already watering. The five senior warriors wiped the saliva that flowed at the thought of the man-made alcohol. They waited for the wagon procession at the beginning of the sixth ridge. More than an hour passed and they felt a bit anxious because they couldn’t see any signs of the procession.

“Did they get delayed by monsters?”

“What are you talking about? 15 low-grade and five intermediate warriors were sent to the third ridge to escort the procession. How could they be delayed by monsters?”

they slowed

to avoid the sanju.

is better to go

warriors, stepped forward. He was reminded of the weakness of the human race. There were only a handful of strong humans such as the grandmaster, the dukes, and the

be hard for Jad to fight while protecting

be lost. He didn’t want this to

from the summit of the sixth ridge to the middle of the fifth

still only on

investigating the traces, Caspar flew to the top of the fifth ridge and spread open

“......”

the sacrifice sent by Frontier, they needed to order the lord to collect the wine, food, and

event take

unexpected skills. Didn’t Helena always tell them? It would be arrogant to evaluate human

the Undefeated King. It wouldn’t be strange if

of the Undefeated King, the person who confounded the empire a long time ago. Nevertheless, he didn’t take into account the loss of his kin. His assessment was that there were too many exaggerations in Madra’s record. It was natural. What idiot in the world would believe that a human slaughtered hundreds of thousands of imperial forces on his own? Even if this was a real person, the possibility of

the summit of the

“...!”

was growing every minute. Caspar got goosebumps. He realized that his dragon scales would be useless in front of the huge snowballs containing rocks. He would be killed the moment

“Bah!”

to get rid of his fear and spread his wings to fly up. He got motion sickness from the shaking scenery.

“Kuoock...!”

The avalanche stopped as he floated in the sky. Hundreds

it aimed at

was too exquisite to be coincidental. Anxiety rose in Caspar’s heart as he looked at the top of the tranquil mountain. Did Jad’s party get hit in Frontier? Did the humans deliberately cause an avalanche here when they knew the half-draconians

suspicions. Caspar didn’t even consider that this was a man-made situation. The sanju existed on

caught the attention of the sanju, the master of the

they memorized the location of the sanju’s lairs and

avoid the lairs of the sanju but the slow and noisy procession of humans might’ve caught the sanju’s attention. If the sanju woke

would

be in danger. The sanju of the Chaos Mountains were beasts mentioned in ancient myths. They were weak compared to the hydra but they were strong and difficult to deal with in their domain. It happened when Caspar was in a hurry to escape from

from the top of the mountain.

‘What?’

met the red and furious eyes of the falling sanju. He never dreamed that the sanju would leave its

“Dammit!”

hastily transformed. His body size increased and scales appeared all over his body as he prepared for the attack of the sanju. However, the sanju just passed by Caspar. Then it hit the ground. The creature huddled in the small mountain made

“...!”

the sanju was completely dyed red and his eyes

‘What?’

the sanju’s territory, there were rules that were one-sidedly advantageous to the sanju. This was why Helena and her 30 followers decided they couldn’t harm the sanju and avoided them. Nevertheless, the sanju started turning to gray ash. A beast from the myths was