Overgeared

“Did you eat first today? Sorry, I should’ve woken up a bit earlier.”

A broad smile and a relaxed tone—who would’ve believed that Agnus was the owner of the eyes that were warmer than the sun? The nickname of ‘Mad Dog’ might be too harsh for him.

‘...What?’

The doctor, Hera, watched Agnus’ gentleness and shook her head. Was it normal for a human to treat the dead as a lover? He truly was as crazy as the rumors.

“...Are you going to be harassing people tonight?”

A month—this was how long the doctor Hera had been captured by Agnus. Of course, she could run away at any time. She was a player and the only thing that could bind a player’s freedom was the laws of the nation and the power of certain NPCs.

However, Hera didn’t run away from Agnus. In the first week, it was because she was afraid. Later, she became interested. Why on earth did he love a rotting doll?

In this stinking dining room, Agnus kissed the rotting cheek of a doll in a beautiful dress. Then he turned to Hera. The eyes that seemed like sunshine cooled down like mercury. “You are asking something obvious. The march of the night won’t stop until the only living people on this land are the three of us.”

“Three... you, me, and who else?” Hera asked with courage as she alternated looking between the doll staring at the ceiling with no focus and the lich hiding in the shade of a tree and carving a jewel.

Agnus responded like it was absurd, “Are you joking?”

He looked like he didn’t understand. Hera saw his hand on the doll’s shoulder and was forced to admit it—Agnus believed that the doll with the name ‘Luna Carlin’ above her head was alive. The fork, which had been in a precarious state for quite some time, fell under the table. It was the fork held in Luna Carlin’s hand. The plate in front of her was untouched.

However, it looked different in Agnus’ eyes. “You ate everything. Then I’ll get rid of it.”

Agnus threw the leftovers and utensils into the trash can and turned his attention to the lich Pauld. Pauld’s appearance was no different from when he was alive apart from his skin being strangely white and cold. He was an eternal youth apart from the fact that he wasn’t breathing.

Agnus asked, “Are you done?”

“Yes.”

Pauld gave Agnus the ring that he had been carefully crafting over the past week. The Ring of Absurdity—Pauld’s masterpiece that reduced the consumption of all resources was revived more brilliantly to reflect the new era. Agnus placed the beautiful, shining ring on his finger and laughed. “I can do even more tonight.”

the divine flames soaking this land. Once it came, the dead would crawl out and harm the living. Every day, the number of living would decrease and the

palace in the distance. “You should’ve just given it to

***

filled with heat. Blacksmiths were

“Oh...!”

him immediately became drenched in sweat. Someone

“Th...is.”

ranked blacksmith, Panmir—even he couldn’t stand it and had to take a step back. He was deprived of his ability to breathe in this heated space and wanted to run out like the other blacksmiths. However, he endured it and kept watching. The best flames produced by the best blacksmith were imprinted in his eyes and mind.

stand

“Gasp... Gasp...”

an orange color and was on the verge of melting. Even so, Grid didn’t stop the bellows. They were fast but regular movements. He stepped on the bellows like it was a sword

after it endured the fire dragon’s breath for 200 years. The surface of the

just smiled. “Let’s see who will

a quantity that could make at least 300 items. The hundreds of firewood were poured into the furnace. It was

thinking about the consequences. He was convinced this was the only way he could beat that guy. A legendary blacksmith. No, it was a calculation that was possible because he was a blacksmith who

blacksmith could endure.

to contain ultra-high heat, but it was only a work of humanity. The work of humanity couldn’t endure the true heat of

moved like a tsunami that hit Grid and swallowed the entire smithy. Then the smithy exploded. The first smithy, which housed hundreds of furnaces and was the largest

“Aack!”

“This... this is unbelievable!”

any serious injuries. It was just that the mental shock they experienced was unbearable. How big

Beep!Beep!

The onlookers gathered around the dazed blacksmiths. The security force arrived one step earlier and tried to stop them from entering the scene of the explosion, only to

“......”

in the flames slowly started to be seen. A building with only the skeleton left. Grid stood in the middle of the blackened ruins. The orange molten stone flowing

Stagger.

an anvil. He didn’t use a mold as always. Hammering began in the silence.

later that the people watching discovered the identity was a ‘sword.’ It was a long

the form became perfect. After being quenched several times, the