Overgeared

“Pagma! You have no such thing as shame!’

“Did you come back to die?!”

‘The interest is hot.’

The dwarves were famous for devoting themselves to their work. He heard that the dwarves were the type to turn a blind eye even if a madman suddenly popped out naked. There seemed to be only one exception. A crowd appeared the moment Pagma’s name emerged.

“Everybody, out of the way! It is my job to kill Pagma!”

“Let’s torture him for 10 years instead of just killing him!”

“I will drop a hammer on his little toes.”

“......”

New dwarves were constantly gathering. It had been a long time since the room ran out in the small smithy. Grid was pressed back against the checkout counter and calmly grasped the situation.

‘Should I escape?’

Why were they raging against Pagma? Grid’s experience was too rich for such questions and confusion. He knew that most of Pagma’s actions, while for the sake of justice, had betrayed or injured others. There would naturally be resentment.

‘Sigh.’

However, he hadn’t expected Pagma to even make trouble in Talima, a blacksmith’s holy land. He planned to communicate with the dwarves using the relationship between Pagma and Milepeu (dwarf craftsman).

‘I have to give the dwarves some time to cool down before getting closer.’

It was the moment when the sighing Grid was about to pull out the sword to use Restraint...

“Hey, you guys! Calm down!” The first one to recognise Grid’s identity and the owner of the smithy, Morain, shouted at the dwarves to calm down. “Have your eyes become rotten from making failed works every day? Look closely at him! How can you see Pagma from this ordinary yet unknowingly charming face?”

“......!”

“Certainly...”

The dwarves in the front row who were close to Grid were the first ones to calm down. They grunted as they stared closely at Grid’s face.

“His appearance is ugly compared to the beautiful Pagma.”

“Yes, Pagma was trash, but his appearance was charming. On the other hand, this person is only vaguely charming.”

“His skeletal frame is bigger and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle. He looks like he is going to eat a mouse.”

“……” Grid’s eyes twitched. It was unpleasant to hear evaluations about his appearance when it was hard to tell if they were praises or curses.

does it mean that I look like I’m going to

a very high evaluation considering that he was being compared to Pagma. Based on the murals and memories of the

it could be seen well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you in the beginning! He isn’t Pagma, but Pagma's Descendant!

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

who rushed over after hearing Pagma’s name finally regained their sense of reason.

that Pagma died

no longer in this world. No matter how evil he used to be, even he

baffled when he

while also feeling

moment Grid had this

I should’ve

he just died comfortably? He should’ve died

his previous idea. He sighed again as the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared at

sword he is carrying is among the

the energy of two gods? I would covet it if it was

he better

take apart those

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

directly were stimulating the dwarves’ sense of craftsmanship. Those who had lived for hundreds of years witnessed numerous masterpieces, yet they were still impressed by Grid’s level of

all dwarves felt admiration. A few dwarves

soul at all. There is only

because he is Pagma's Descendant that he can’t

to be displeased when the works he poured all his passion and effort into, the materials he collected after risking his life, and the skills recognized by the blacksmithing

doesn’t matter if you swear at Pagma, but...

to lower his pride just

gave up his pride, he himself would be denying all the experience he had accumulated and

to evaluate the work of others?” Grid declared

dwarves didn’t back down. They were the ones who demeaned

also evaluate our

would’ve observed and evaluated all our work until you selected an item from the stands. It is natural to evaluate all

I don’t sell my conscience to do business like

Is it

Tang!

even more, became furious while arguing with Grid and threw his hammer. Grid wasn’t wary at all. It was because Pelot’s throwing skill was only at

too sloppy to

snorted and stayed still. Then the God Hands came out

“This...?!”

the dwarves

also have a great

result of enhancing pavranium, the best of Pagma’s legacy. Grid’s pride in the God Hands

of a