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.

look like I’m going to eat a

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

well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you in the beginning! He isn’t Pagma, but Pagma's Descendant! Your eyes are all

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

name finally regained their sense of reason. Now all the dwarves had

that Pagma died in the

matter how evil he used to be, even he

baffled when he saw the dwarves’

miss him while also feeling resentment toward

moment Grid had

I should’ve beat that

comfortably? He should’ve died in

quickly gave up his previous idea. He sighed again as the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared at him. Grid knew it

is carrying

the energy of two

he better than

to take

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

of craftsmanship. Those who 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

dwarves felt admiration.

soul at all. There is only a glossy surface just like the garbage that Pagma

is Pagma's Descendant that he can’t achieve any rapport with

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 god, were denied. The soul and rapport—Grid noticed that the concept they were discussing was the

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

didn’t need to lower his pride just because he was

himself would be denying all the

the work of others?” Grid declared

space, causing 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

also evaluate

all our work until you selected an item from the stands. It is natural to evaluate all works. You should quit being a blacksmith

conscience to do business like you

Is it a

Tang!

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 a rudimentary level and there wasn’t any killing intent in the throw. The trajectory of the hammer was just a

to be called a

God Hands came out of his inventory

“This...?!”

eyes of the dwarves widened

a

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

of