Overgeared

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Pavranium made judgments and moved on its own. Even so, Grid always believed that the pavranium had no emotions. All the judgments and actions of the pavranium was based on its instinct to be of service to its master. It was a type of system so pavranium was treated as a machine.

However, his thoughts changed at this moment. The God Hands’ action of pushing away the dwarf king hugging it and raising their middle finger had a clear emotion.

‘They might’ve often pointed or raised their middle finger at the enemy, but...’

This provocative action was intentional, not coincidental. The God Hands approached Grid and hovered around him. It spun faster and more fiercely around Grid. It felt like they wanted to leave this place.

“M-Mom... no, Mother.” Tears filled the dwarf king’s eyes as he was pushed back by the God Hands. The crown fell from his head due to the impact of the fall and he seemed reluctant to believe the current situation.

“Me... have you forgotten me?” The dwarf king’s question dispersed in the air. There naturally wasn’t an answer. The God Hands couldn’t speak. The dwarf king glared at Grid, who was afraid to move due to the bad atmosphere. For Grid who wanted to communicate with the dwarves, this hostility was unwelcome.

“You are the rumored Grid? You are Pagma’s Descendant and received the recognition of the blacksmithing god?”

“Correct. I am also king of the Overgeared Kingdom.”

It was a polite introduction because they were both kings. However, the dwarf king just cried out with a runny nose, “I don’t care about your identity!”

Charles, the dwarf king with his sparkling golden name, shouted, “Release my mother right now! Only then will you be able to survive this place!”

Pagma was the demon who killed Empress Maribel and trapped her soul in a mineral. He was the greatest enemy of Talima. For Charles, Pagma was the enemy of his mother. The dwarves outside Talima might admire the capabilities of Pagma’s Descendant, who was acknowledged by the blacksmithing god, but the situation in Talima was completely different. He hated Pagma’s Descendant more than Fire Dragon Trauka.

Charles’ cry was a signal. The dwarf warriors armed with hatchets entered through the doors of the great hall and swarmed. They were wearing golden armor and looked as glamorous as any other royal guards. The unusual thing was that they used axes as a weapon. They were somewhat less ordinary than royal guards armed with swords, but they were more threatening. The beard and ferocious appearance made people think of mountain bandits.

‘I can’t guess the level.’

Dwarf warriors were rare. Due to the nature of the dwarves who worshipped labor over strength, the total population that were warriors was said to be less than 1%. There were almost no records of the dwarf warriors because they didn’t act outside. They only defended the dwarf palace.

Well, there was no need to be vigilant anyway. Grid had no intention of fighting. Grid was already planning to liberate the empress’ soul. Grid had a great ambition to communicate with the dwarves and learn various skills to pass on to the Overgeared Kingdom’s blacksmiths. From his perspective, there was no reason to cling to the empress’ soul.

‘It is uncomfortable to use it in the first place.’

Grid had thought the ego in the God Hands was a magically created system. Then it turned out to be someone’s soul... it was a burden and he didn’t want it to be with him. He planned to give the God Hands a new ego. It was by harnessing the power of the ego crafting method taught by the dwarves.

“I'll give it back,” Grid answered softly and gestured to the God Hands. Then the God Hands slowly approached Dwarf King Charles.

was flustered. “You will give back my

is to become friends with Talima so let’s just say

Charles’ eyes filled with tears again. He was thrilled that his mother would be able to end the suffering of having her soul stuck to the cursed mineral. He stretched out his arms to hug the God Hands. Then the God Hands flicked his forehead. Charles’ head fell back severely from the power of the God Hands that had inherited some of Grid’s stats. It was

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“……”

red as he shouted at Grid, “You! You deceived me! You aren’t just Pagma’s Descendant! You are the

“……”

didn’t speak carelessly. It would just be taken as an excuse if

a hostage! He is like Pagma, trampling on the longing of a son for his

the end, it wasn’t a situation that could be resolved with talking.

‘In this case...’

he had to

might be warriors, but they were still dwarves.The dwarf warriors recognized the

lasted for a moment. It was embarrassing if the

surprise attack was blocked by a dwarf warrior’s axe. The axe of the big warrior seemed like it could split the moon in half, and

thought they were dull, but

ability to block his attack. Then he recovered the sword that had deflected off the axe and

“Ugh!”

was stabbed in the waist and

has received 13,300

is also

that the dwarf warrior’s health gauge was barely reduced despite being stabbed by the Enlightenment Sword. This was truly Talima. The level of armor worn by the dwarf warriors was very high. It seemed to be unique

“Restraint.”

“......!”

This soon collapsed after Grid used Restraint. Grid dug into the

“Wave.”

“Aaaack!”

energy and stepped back. They

‘Amazing.’

empire’s royal guards would spit out blood if hit by Wave. The dwarves didn’t shed a single drop of blood when hit by Wave. Their body itself was very strong, and combined with their items,

power

the dwarves’ counterattack and once again admired the axe that was stuck deep in the ground. It felt

this city-state was able to survive tenaciously among the powers of the

of the