Overgeared

Talima’s agriculture had been completely mechanized. A variety of machines such as artificial elementals and golems took over the entire process of turning over the fields, planting seeds, and harvesting them. It wasn’t a system created because the dwarves were lazy. Rather, it was the opposite. The dwarves entrusted livelihood-related areas such as agriculture to machines so they could be faithful to their main job.

It was obvious just by looking at the industrial situation. The dwarves had unparalleled technology, but they only focused on their craftsmanship. At the same time, they produced five or more artificial elementals and golems, and hundreds of weapons every week. This showed that their working hours were unmatched.

In fact, the people who visited Talima always said they were a restless race. The dwarves were real workaholics who used an anvil as a table, only had a short break for meals, and used the rest of their time on labor. However, they went on strike today. Every one of them stopped working and ran to the streets to surround Pelot’s smithy. Even the festivities to celebrate the liberation of the empress’ soul was finished in 30 minutes. The person who captivated the workaholics was Grid.

Gulp.

Ttang!

The meal served during the dwarves’ break... Grid swallowed the bread soaked in water in one second and concentrated on hammering. The flames in his furnace were never extinguished. The smelting was delicate and the quenching exquisite. His hammering reached the peak as he continued to create new works. It was a work that imitated Grid’s hand itself. At first glance, it seemed to belong to a humanoid golem, but it was different. The final form of Grid’s work was originally designed to be his hand.

Ttang!Ttang!Ttang!

In order to increase his rapport with his work, Grid followed Pelot’s advice about how manual work was the best and carefully created two God Hands per day. He would’ve insisted on manual work even if he hadn’t received Pelot’s advice. The God Hands required representing dozens of joints and it was extremely difficult to produce the God Hands. It couldn’t be made properly when entrusted to auto production.

“Shit!” Grid swore harshly as he was concentrating. It was the first time he did so in ages. He had made a total of 10 God Hands and not a single ego appeared, so he had to be annoyed. He wanted to throw his hammer, but he couldn’t do it because he was a blacksmith deep to his bones.

‘Isn’t this too much? Isn’t it normal for an ego to appear at least once?’

Advanced Ego Item Making said there was a ‘certain probability’ of producing an ego. A ‘certain probability’ meant approximately 10-30%. Of course, if someone was unlucky then it would be less than 10%. However, on average, it was 20%. Now Grid suffered the worst situation. All 10 items failed. The five day struggle was completely meaningless. There couldn’t be such nonsense.

‘I wouldn’t have been mentally exhausted like this if I had failed when making weapons or armor.’

There were no big problems if there wasn’t an ego in his armor and weapons. The equipment used by Grid currently weren’t ego items. Based on the value of the items alone, the ego was only a secondary effect. However, the God Hands were different. The God Hands that couldn’t move on their own were just hand models and had no value. Even if it was legendary rated, what was the worth if it was just a strange decoration?

‘These damn S.A jerks...’

This was a skill he had just learned. Rather than increasing his chances of success using his privileges, it was more like lowering his chances of success.

‘I’ll let you see how effective it is. Tsk.’

Empress Maribel foolishly drank a glass of poisonous wine from a strange guest she invited to her love room and bid farewell to the world. He was honestly relieved when he freed her soul, that had lived a long life. However, he missed her after only five days.

Of course, this didn’t mean he regretted it. The soul of the empress would only be an epic rating if he had to measure the level of the ego. She had the characteristic of being absolutely obedient to her master, but her calculating ability decreased a lot because she became an idiot after getting hurt. Complex commands couldn’t be executed immediately, and Grid could only control four God Hands.

empress’ soul was clearly of more value. It was just

“Hah...”

dealt him a big blow. He wanted to log out and stay away from the game for a few days. He would eventually overcome his frustration even if he made 100 God Hands and failed. It was

it will be more efficient to infuse an ego that

down while covering his face. The dwarves watched him and sighed with regret. Even the best blacksmith who created such great minerals and beautiful works had to face trials... The

his luck too

agree. He made 10 works, but couldn’t succeed with

craftsmen who accumulated hundreds of years of training. The dwarf craftsmen gained an average of three egos every time

Grid experienced this

“Huh?”

“This?”

to the side as a black-haired

heard the news. It is unfortunate. Why don’t you try changing your

“Changing my mood?”

to go to the Elliter Mine?

“Is it okay?”

that it doesn’t matter if an outsider visits the Elliter Mine.

five days to gain permission was because the magic engineering school ignored King Charles’ edict. They could stay in their

stand up. Antrino thought Grid would be happy, so he was a bit disappointed when the reaction was lukewarm. However, he could understand Grid’s attitude. “Thank you, but I can’t

to sharpen it with a whetstone. The craftsmanship of the axe was excellent. It was

try

the 10 God Hands he had made so far. They would be used as materials for a new God Hand

the blacksmiths

“Wait! Wait a moment!”

Show

“...?"

the dwarves clung to the door and shouted. Mercy?

discard them. Please

classified as equipment—Grid pointed to the 10 God Hands that couldn’t be used without egos and the dwarves nodded. Grid thought it was absurd. “Why do

legendary blacksmith acknowledged by God Hexetiia. Of course

intend to pray to that hand every day! I intend to hand it down through my family so please sell it to

Pagma wasn’t a legendary blacksmith yet when he visited Talima. Meanwhile, Grid was already a mature legend. Even

that all art collectors in the world would covet. What collector wouldn’t covet a delicate and perfectly reproduced work of the legendary blacksmith’s hand? It was uncommon for there to be a work