Overgeared

Biban, the 9th seat of the Tower of Wisdom—it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was Muller’s teacher, and the founder of the Matchless Heart Swordsmanship. He encountered Grid after a long time. He stared at Grid before shaking his head and dropping the rag.

“Didn’t you gain enlightenment when you visited the tower the other time?”

Enlightenment—he got the infinite sword energy and became stronger. For Grid, who had visited numerous places and met countless people so far, the Tower of Wisdom and the tower members were extraordinary.

“That’s right.”

“Then why... I don’t think you’ve grown much.”

Grid was stung. He noticed that the growth Biban mentioned meant his level. Grid’s level had grown rapidly after defeating two great demons in hell and he was currently level 421. He was still the best among players, but it was natural for the tower members to not be satisfied. That’s right. Currently, Biban was disappointed in Grid.

“I’m ashamed.” It was embarrassing. This was Grid’s honest feeling. He didn’t deny that his level growth rate was ridiculously slow compared to his given environment.

“...Is it necessary to be ashamed?’ Biban shook his head again with an expression of regret. “Every person has different talents. Your talent is a bit... yes, it is a bit lacking.”

Just as it changed from Kraugel to Grid, sooner or later, the Pioneer would change again...

Biban noticed this and vowed not to have too deep an affection for Grid. The Tower of Wisdom was an existence that completely left the world. It was strictly forbidden to meet with anyone other than the Pioneer. He didn’t want to miss Grid after they parted forever.

“What brings you here today?”

“I was wondering if there are any tower members who are familiar with vampires...”

“Vampires? Why are you bringing up vampires suddenly?”

There was no need for long words. Grid showed him Elfin Stone’s Ring and Biban understood the situation. “Having tasted enough blood, the sealed soul woke up from his sleep. Even so, he isn’t responding to your call?”

“Yes.”

“Tsk tsk. Mosquitoes have been impolite since ancient times.”

As expected, Biban had lived for hundreds of years and had a relationship with vampires. Who was the vampire that Biban met? Grid looked excited as Biban pointed to Grid’s cloak. “That guy who is sleeping with that cloak as a blanket.”

“Ah, Fenrir...”

“Was it the eldest or third child of Beriache? He isn’t a big deal, but he always had his nose in the air. He would’ve died in my hands if vampires weren’t hostile to great demons.”

Indeed. At first glance. Biban was truly a tower member who just seemed to act thoughtlessly. While fighting dragons, he indirectly kept great demons in check in order to achieve the ultimate goal of ‘protecting the world.’

“I struggled with my colleagues to defeat Fenrir, but he was an easy opponent for Biban.”

Grid looked at Biban with respect and the proud Biban laughed. “There is nothing my sword can’t cut.”

There is nothing I can’t cut.

It was a typical depiction of a Sword Saint. Grid felt curious. “Can a Sword Saint’s sword cut a god or a dragon?”

Cutting a god or a dragon. Depending on the achievement, the transcendent person would change to a God Killer or a Dragon Slayer. It was also a testament to the limitations of transcendence—a transcendent could either cut a god or a dragon, but not both. It must be that way in the system. Then what about a Sword Saint?

Biban replied, “Of course I can cut both.”

“......!”

Sword Saint. Biban spoke bitterly to the thrilled Grid,

The Matchless Heart Swordsmanship was the strongest swordsmanship in history. The evidence was that Muller, a genius among geniuses, had inherited it. However, Biban could cut a dragon, but not kill it. Among the tower members, the only one who could kill a dragon

Matchless Heart Swordsmanship,

Saint who goes beyond Muller’ would appear. On the other

“......?”

you are

“Huh...?”

and failed to make any clear achievements in the years after becoming a Sword Saint? Biban was about to deny it when he abruptly shut his mouth. The Matchless Heart Swordsmanship, which Muller had taken to the

‘Don’t tell me?’

was the Pioneer. The owner of a talent where hardly any regrettable areas were found.

‘...No.’

down Biban’s spine as

If it is Kraugel, then he will definitely go

never used the Matchless Heart

knew from the beginning how to go

that this was truly Kraugel. Grid’s heart thumped as he was reminded of the National Competition for the first time in ages. The National Competition—it was a competition that no longer interested

he could win first place in all events he participated in. He didn’t want to waste his time participating when

story would be different if he could fight Kraugel again. How far could

in this

the guild chat and the members

the list

said the United States

‘Indeed.’

face was filled with

also bored with the

the same time, at the

“......?”

Kaya Mountains when he suddenly stopped and looked back. Even today, he

***

by side down the corridor. Their destination was the room of the 4th seat, Betty. Biban assured him that Betty could help,

seems to hate

express any interest or fondness for Grid. For her greeting, she just gave her name and slammed the door on Grid. The 7th seat, Abellio, asked for

‘I’m a bit nervous.’

very awkward. It was doubtful if she would cooperate or do it properly. Grid was

beating the door instead of knocking. “Hey, you old hag! A guest

Creak.

Betty’s eyes were still very large as she stuck her head out slightly through the gap in the door. It gave people a feeling of loneliness, but her eyes were beautiful because they were round and dark. Just

Grid, who was bowing deeply in greeting,

was smiling awkwardly, “Can’t you hear

shifted to Grid’s

Ring instantly. She seemed

“T-That’s right.”

Why was she so familiar with vampires, and

“Yes.”

“Biban, you get lost.”

Why are you

just have no

“......”

corridor, crying. The only thing with him in