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.

I look like I’m going to

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

well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you in the beginning! He isn’t Pagma,

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

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

that Pagma died in

longer in this world. No matter how evil he used to

baffled when he saw the

while also feeling resentment toward

moment Grid had

I should’ve beat that

died comfortably? He should’ve died in terrible

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 because he was a legendary blacksmith. He could tell that they

pretty good as Pagma's Descendant? The sword he is carrying

the energy of two

better than

to take apart those

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

of years witnessed numerous masterpieces, yet they were still

felt admiration. A

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

Pagma's Descendant that he

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 ‘ego’ he had

swear at Pagma, but... I can’t listen to my work

to lower his pride just because

he gave up his pride, he himself would be denying all the

you deserve to evaluate the work of others?”

a few dwarves didn’t back down. They were the ones who demeaned Grid’s work. To be exact, they were craftsmen

also evaluate our

work until you selected an item from the stands. It is natural

conscience to do business

it

Tang!

of a lion’s mane—Pelot, the owner of this hairstyle that highlighted his bigger face 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

this too sloppy to be

came out of his inventory and blocked Pelot’s hammer on

“This...?!”

the dwarves

also have a great

pride in the God Hands was unmatched and he took the dwarves’ response for granted. However, the dwarves’ intense reaction

of a