Overgeared

Grid recorded the entire encounter with the yangban, Mir, from the moment of their meeting up to the point of his own death.

“This is real and isn’t fake?”

At Shin Youngwoo’s house...

The smile disappeared from the face of Jishuka, who arrived just in time to see Youngwoo log out. The shock she received was so great that Jishuka, who bought a roasted sweet potato and came to play, put the sweet potato she was trying to feed to Youngwoo into his nose instead.

It wasn’t enough to operate large-scale field magic (Earth God) and a unique barrier (Storm of the Fire God) at the same time. He could carry out high speed movements without any advance action (Lightning God) and shoot lightning from the sword...

The fighting power of the yangban, Mir, was more overwhelming than any other enemy Jishuka had ever encountered.

“Isn’t it pointless to analyze the patterns? Using field magic to destroy formations, moving at a speed that can’t be followed with the naked eye, while applying a large-area debuff and a unique barrier... how can we kill such an attacker?”

What means could they use to surpass such a ridiculous monster? It was impossible. At the current time, he was completely invincible. Jishuka was complaining only to suddenly shut her mouth. It was because Youngwoo (Grid) popped into her mind as she listed Mir’s strengths. Field magic, unique barriers, and speed that was difficult to follow were all characteristics of Youngwoo.

“Now that I’m seeing you... do you have no conscience? Indeed, from the time you received the love of both Yura and I, you built a wall of conscience.”

“...Your Korean has improved a lot.”

“I am Korean now, so I should naturally do well.”

It had been a year since Jishuka naturalized here. She had become accustomed to the sentiments of South Koreans, who were somewhat cautious compared to South Americans. Therefore...

“By the way... how are you with Yura these days?”

Jishuka was once so passionate and bold that she decided to immigrate because she wanted to be close to Youngwoo. Now it had weakened. The self-confidence of ‘Youngwoo’s heart doesn’t matter, it is enough if I like Youngwoo’ and ‘there isn’t a man who wouldn’t fall for a woman like me’ had long disappeared.

Youngwoo was the first to take care of his family and be considerate to others in any situation. Her heart for Youngwoo had grown excessively as she watched his gentleness for the past year.

One morning, it was a day when she had breakfast with Youngwoo’s family as usual without showing that her body and head were heavy due to illness. Youngwoo had quietly followed her home and wrapped his scarf around her. He took her home, bought medicine, and stayed with her all day. He was the best player in the world and had a greater responsibility than anyone else, causing him to value time more than gold, yet he wasted a whole day taking care of her.

Looking at him, Jishuka had realized something. If she became his family member, she would never be lonely and would be happy forever. From then on, it became difficult. Jishuka wasn’t satisfied with merely being by Youngwoo’s side. She became depressed when she watched from the window as Youngwoo went out to meet Yura every weekend.

“What about her? It is the same. Eating, dating...”

“Did you sleep?”

“...What are you saying all of a sudden?”

“Have you kissed?”

“......”

well... you must’ve held

a joke, but his expression soon hardened. He read the melancholy in Jishuka’s expression and the darkness in her eyes. He wanted to comfort her. She was strong, imposing, and beautiful every

was more difficult than stopping any addiction, but he was able to endure it because

Jishuka, there is no reason to like me. You are just clinging to the emotions you felt in the hard moments when you were helped by me. Maybe

“Don’t speak so rudely.”

“......”

my feelings? I am the only one who can deny my heart. It is your freedom not to accept my heart, but you have no right to judge and deny my heart. Just say no if

I was

case, I knew your heart, so I’ll stop talking about it in the future. We

“......”

you when you challenge Mir again some day. Additionally, don’t forget to turn on ventilation mode when you enter the capsule. You might fart because you

“...Uh, yes.”

she was capable, responsible, bright, strong, and beautiful? In the beginning, Jishuka was Youngwoo’s benefactor. If she

Yura, not Jishuka, who had a greater place in Youngwoo’s heart. He saw her courageous confession in front of the world and as they walked, talked, ate together, and watched movies together, Youngwoo

pretending to be bright when she wasn’t as bright as Jishuka. This made him want to be with her more and more. He wanted to stand by her side so that

sorry was just an excuse. She deserved to meet a man who was much better and nicer than him. It was better to help her clear up her feelings as soon as possible, rather than stick to ambiguity.

“......”

shaken before it soon became empty. It felt like the heart that had swelled up after meeting Jishuka was torn apart. It was painful. It hurt. Youngwoo felt bitter pain as he watched the back of Jishuka walking helplessly out of the building. He

was, the more he had to keep his spirit up. He had

go through this type of

moving quickly. As usual, he went to the capsule and lay down. It was the moment when

***

the fierce battle with

concentrate on blacksmithing first. He wanted to create a new sword based on the inspiration from using

item before that, there was a high probability that he would get a result that was worse than

you making it to give to us as a

cakes in a room with no lights on. It was difficult. It was hard. He stabbed his fingers dozens of times and

increased remarkably. It was the synergy created by combining the

been smiling happily at the rewarding results. Then he heard these

would be crazy to give

succubi. He thought he was likely to be misunderstood as a pervert if he went around with them while they were only wearing

get in contact with a skin maker as soon

could forcibly dress them by giving them an order but the moment they were dressed, they lost motivation and this caused an overall decline in stats. The smartest

you made it to

will suit her~? Master’s taste is different

underwear to Yura. Yura’s face turned red when she

doesn't reflect my taste. I might be making underwear, but I have to make it in various

shook and a demon army started to flock from beyond

covering his eyes. The first thing he saw were

“......!”