Overgeared

Times had changed—it was now common to see players on the East Continent.

“......”

Bubat had also moved to the East Continent. It wasn’t just him. It was many of the rankers who visited the East Continent due to the Call of the Heavens quest. It might be different if they had established their own power in the West Continent, but there was no reason to refuse living on the East Continent which provided more hunting grounds and quests.

“...It is before the storm.”

A master of combat who could neutralize anyone he fought with at least once. Bubat boasted a huge bull-like figure and murmured with a ferocious expression. His gaze was fixed on the red carpeted floor. He was recognized for his merits and skills in Chiaotzu and obtained a noble title. Even so, he didn’t dare raise his head in front of the Xing King because of his low rank.

In the great hall where hundreds of ministers were gathered, Bubat’s location was the last place. It was the furthest place away from the throne.

“It is too sinister and I can’t sleep,” the king, who had been silent since convening the meeting, spoke for the first time.

The golden cloth embroidered with the black tortoise looked shabby instead of gorgeous today. It was probably because it resembled the complexion of the Xing King, who was anxious.

“Thanks to the help of the distinguished people, we have recovered the forgotten ancient god and became independent from the Hwan Kingdom. I have vowed that I will forget the Hwan Kingdom and strive for peace in the future, but uninvited visitors from a strange place keep bringing up these disgusting memories. Their intentions are impure and will harm the kingdom, so we need to discuss countermeasures.”

It was about Zibal’s group.

Their group appeared a month ago and repeatedly asked the Xing people about the Hwan Kingdom, shaking public sentiment. They said their purpose was simple. They wanted to be guided to the location of the Hwan Kingdom. This couldn’t happen. Xing was currently under the care of the black tortoise. The barrier prevented the fake gods (yangbans) from entering, but an absolute condition was needed to maintain this effect—forgetting the fake gods.

The people of Xing shouldn’t mention them, nor should they be reminded of them. Just as the black tortoise was forgotten for many years, it was only by forgetting the yangbans that their divinity would be weakened and the black tortoise be strengthened.

“I’m afraid that stories of the Hwan Kingdom and the yangbans will circulate through the Xing Kingdom due to these uninvited guests. Then the protection of God Black Tortoise will be weakened. How can we calm down this situation?”

“Umm...”

There was a dark shadow on the faces of the ministers. No one offered a solution. Bubat’s stomach was burning.

‘What is there to worry about? Isn’t it simple if they are banished?’

The reason why Bubat felt the current atmosphere was the eve of the storm was because he anticipated a bloody battle to occur soon. He couldn’t imagine that the king and the ministers would be trembling because of Zibal’s group of less than 20 people. Why couldn’t they come up with a simple solution to expel or eliminate Zibal’s group?

Bubat was frustrated, but he first watched the situation. Five minutes passed, then 10 minutes. There was no progress in the meeting and he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He opened his mouth, “Excuse me, isn’t this a problem that can simply be solved by driving them out?”

“Hah!”

“Have you ever seen such a rude person?!”

The last place Bubat dared to talk and the ministers scolded him. A nobleman standing next to Bubat poked him in the ribs and shook his head. Nevertheless, Bubat didn’t stop. Rather, he raised his head and stared straight at the king.

“If they refuse to leave, I think it is right to use force and execute them.”

had chosen. He couldn’t just watch this outrageous situation. He couldn’t watch such a pathetic situation every time. In the midst of the tumultuous atmosphere, Bubat stared steadily at

many yangbans so you still lack

“......?”

to Bubat, who was shaking his head, “Among the uninvited guests, there is an absolutely strong one we can’t face. It is a suicide act to confront him

and his ministers had been dominated by the yangbans. Serving the yangban had given the king a type of sixth sense to perceive the strong. Therefore, he could see it. The man with a languid expression who was at the

the yangbans. The king saw this person from a distance

“This...”

finally grasped the situation and closed his mouth. There was a presence on Zibal’s side that was powerful enough to destroy the Xing Kingdom, which was comparable to many kingdoms in the West

also get a legend as a companion, just like

only a few players knew

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wouldn’t be able to win if our

high probability of stunning the target. At this time,

The Bow Saint Jishuka...

Tadat!Tak.

continued to step back while maintaining this favorable gap. It would’ve been a boring pursuit if she just dodged. Every

became a hedgehog throughout the battle. He finally drove her to a corner and pointed his sword at Jishuka’s

“Hah... I lost.”

reset. For some reason, her arrows hurt a lot, but she was only around level 30. It was natural to win against her now. Zibal had to assume that he would lose if he and Jishuka’s levels were

your level was over 300, then I would’ve died

necessarily be the case if you summon the magic

actually being

one with the nickname of ‘Mad Dog.’ Jishuka’s character was vicious to this extent. It was far from delicate. Zibal recalled the troubles he encountered every time he met Jishuka of the Tzedakah Guild on a hunting ground

personality has changed a bit

because of

it the

“......”

‘Prince of the United States’ after he gained great power and wealth by reaching the second place in the unified rankings. However, that was all old news. Zibal had realized his inadequacies and devoted himself to moving forward. He was now ashamed of

out an arrow embedded in his armor and shook hands with JIshuka. “By the way, congratulations. You have

“Thank you.”

for the past six years. There were times when they slandered each other on TV. However, they had gone through so much.

I’ll be going. I am

“Yes, go well.”

Zibal wanted to see her off. The emergence of

“…….?!”

a tall man stood in front of her. Jishuka knew the name ‘Zikfrector’ that was floating above the head of

“The grandmaster...!”

It meant he was greater than Braham and Piaro, who was in

“...Interesting.”

gaze and seemed to wake up from a slumber. It was an offensive, blatant gaze. Jishuka clenched her fists and the grandmaster murmured, “A human who embraces the