Overgeared

The ego in the God Hands wasn’t a magical creation. It was a physical result of beating the soul of another into it. Grid faced this truth and was greatly abhorred by it. The appearance of the sword and the coffin, which held the souls of the old popes, overlapped with the God Hands and made Grid feel disgusted.

‘Pagma, how many people have you sacrificed?’

Was his definition of justice really correct? The condition to trigger the skill Granting an Ego was the ‘other person’s consent.’ Grid speculated on the relationship between Pagma and the empress and his disappointment toward Pagma was beyond description. Pagma wasn’t a brat in his teens and the belief Grid had in him was reaching a fragile point.

‘Did he betray friends other than Braham?’

Grid recalled a certain memory and his expression relaxed—it was the image of Pagma, who died alone on the Behen Archipelago while stopping the invasion of the great demons. Yes, Pagma had already tasted enough pain. It was cruel for Grid to blame him even now. At this conclusion, Grid put down all the emotions and thoughts that messed up his mind. He chose not to think too deeply about Pagma. He decided to only focus on the situation in front of him.

‘I accept the quest.’

He understood, sympathized with, and respected Pagma, but he didn’t honor Pagma. In order to clarify his own will, Grid chose a different path from Pagma.

[A new quest has been created!]

[Different Path from Pagma]

[Class Quest

You have learned something new after arriving in Talima.

Collect information about the empress and understand how pavranium was created.]

It was a progressive quest—a quest in the form where the contents were filled as Grid progressed. Grid checked the quest information and quietly rose from his spot. The dwarves had been baffled by his attitude of kneeling down and apologizing. Now they instantly focused on him.

Grid spoke in a blunt manner, “I only read Pagma’s Rare Book and acquired his skills. There is no face-to-face encounter with Pagma. I don’t know the reality of pavranium and I don’t know the identity of the empress. Please get rid of your hostility and talk to me. Who is the empress? What is the situation of her soul being in the pavranium?”

“Umm...”

The dwarves who actually met Pagma, including the lion-maned Pelot, clearly remembered Pagma’s personality. The man who acted like he only existed for justice and inevitable peace was never a person who would kneel down to others. He combined his stubborn beliefs into self-centeredness and always looked down on others.

‘...Was his name Grid?’

Pagma's Descendant, who claimed to have only inherited Pagma’s technique, not spirit. Surely he was different from Pagma. They thought the rumor that even the blacksmithing god Hexetia acknowledged Grid was true. They were wary, but should they proceed with a conversation first? It was for the sake of the empress’ rest.

Pelot recalled that the pavranium was in Grid’s hands and, after exchanging looks with his colleagues, opened his mouth slowly, “Maribel B. Talima was the first person in dwarf history to create a mythical ‘growth’ equipment and she was our ruler at the time. In order to praise her greatness, we regarded her as the empress.”

Pelot was a royal blacksmith who assisted Maribel. He learned the proper etiquette. He transcended death with his obsession and lived for hundreds of years. He was mature unlike the usual dwarves and was the first to respond to the polite Grid with more politeness.

“Both her vision and skills were perfect without any flaws...”

Pelot recalled old memories and the past was projected from his eyes. Grid’s consciousness was sucked into it.

***

The dwarves were good at making anything due to their natural dexterity and aesthetics. They were able to distinguish beautiful things and make it directly. The one and only dwarf royal palace was built by melting gold, and it was the crystallization of dwarf techniques.

“Huhuhut.”

It was before she was called empress. Maribel, who would one day prove her qualifications to become a ruler by making several ‘growth’ weapons one day, loved her palace. She was born with the best aesthetic standards of the dwarves and believed that the royal palace was the most beautiful work in the world. Then her faith was suddenly broken one day.

“I would like to ask for your teachings.”

“......!”

A human with black hair and black eyes. It was the day when Pagma visited Talima with lonely eyes reminiscent of a wounded beast. Maribel’s aesthetic standards were shaken.

‘Kyah! Beautiful!’

palace that she had believed to be close to the perfect ratio was reduced to crudeness in front of Pagma’s

"Kyaaak!Kyaaack!”

“...?"

at the appearance of Pagma, who made the dwarf palace as ugly

The cooperation between them gave her the

and Maribel gained the title of ‘empress’, meaning that she would become the

***

a terrible

returning to reality from

“Foolishness?”

I was talking to myself. Rather, Empress Maribel was a really great blacksmith. She grew much faster than Pagma,

would she be praised as the parent of all the battle gear in

‘Certainly...’

rare rated then Maribel would’ve achieved the title of ‘legend’ first. However, the reason for this

she tried to put too much into

things when making a single sword and attempted to create an ideal object with ‘no defects and multiple functions’. It was an advantage and a disadvantage. Her

when the potential fully

far would her works have grown? Did an item

‘Ah...?’

was the world of Satisfy? Grid was once again able to feel this reality

idea of competitors, but Grid was the opposite. His vessel had

boom. At that time, Trauka was wandering around to catch a thief and people were able to move

was a short

it was as short as a spring day. Those days passed and Talima

the tears that wanted to emerge. Then he barely managed to open his mouth, “We... we will never forget it. The nightmare of the day when the empress, who was still young like a girl, suddenly passed away. I will never forget

“Suddenly?”

he saw. She wasn’t old enough to die of a natural death. Yet she suddenly

me?’ A chill went down Grid’s spine as he recalled the scene of Pagma sticking a knife

of stabbing and killing Braham, taking away his life force. However, it was a special case that could happen because the fact that ‘Braham was a demonkin’ was applied. Yes, Pagma had some justification for killing Braham. On the other hand, Empress Maribel was a dwarf. She was far from the evil demons who could

Pagma killed

"...!!"

Pagma’s warm

pants. “Please... please liberate

“It is a request!”

“Please!”

the signal. Hundreds of dwarves knelt down and

give you sufficient rewards! I will be by your side and teach you how to communicate with your work, even

Ttring~

The quest was updated.

[Different Path from Pagma]

[Class Quest

dwarf blacksmiths are

soul of Empress Maribel that is currently

Conditions: Go to the dwarf palace

Clear Results: The loss of

Ego

[Advanced Ego Item Making]

[Type: Passive

a chance to interact with the item to awaken the

“......!”

beginning. Granting an Ego was to hammer an ‘existing soul’ into the item while the dwarves’ ego items mean

of a burden, compared to Granting an Ego, where someone’s soul was sacrificed. To be honest,