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.

that I look like I’m going to

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

the smiling Grid and set it so it could be seen well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

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

that Pagma died

evil he used to be, even he can’t crawl

was baffled when he saw

him while also feeling

moment Grid

should’ve

he just died comfortably? He should’ve

sighed again as the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared at him. Grid knew it because he was a legendary blacksmith. He could tell that they were appraising everything

his skills pretty good as Pagma's Descendant? The sword he is carrying is among the top 10 swords that

gaiters. There is the energy of two gods? I would covet it if it was a

he better than

to take apart those

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

had lived for hundreds of years witnessed numerous masterpieces, yet they were still impressed by Grid’s level of work. It was natural. Grid’s equipment included myth rated items. His works were comparable to

not all dwarves felt admiration. A few

at all. There is only a glossy surface

is because he is Pagma's Descendant that he

the materials he collected after risking his life, and the skills recognized by the blacksmithing

you swear at Pagma, but... I can’t listen

to lower his pride just

be denying all the experience he had accumulated

work of others?”

the dwarves inside the smithy to step back with amazement. Nevertheless, a few dwarves didn’t back down. They were the ones who demeaned Grid’s work. To be

you also evaluate our

Grid’s hand. “You would’ve observed and evaluated all our work until you selected an item from

least I don’t sell my conscience to do business like you

it

Tang!

wasn’t wary at all. It was because Pelot’s

too sloppy to

the God Hands came out of his inventory and

“This...?!”

eyes of the dwarves widened and Grid

have a

result of enhancing pavranium, the best of Pagma’s legacy. Grid’s pride in the God Hands was unmatched and he took the dwarves’ response for granted. However,

son of