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?”

“......”

as well... you

the darkness in her eyes. He wanted to comfort her. She was strong, imposing, and beautiful every day, so he wanted to embrace the weak figure that she

addiction,

his mouth, “Why are you making that expression because of me when you are loved by everyone in the world? Take this opportunity to look back. Jishuka, there is no reason to like me. You are just clinging to the emotions

“Don’t speak so rudely.”

“......”

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

was too

sorry. In any case, I knew your heart, so I’ll stop talking about it in the

“......”

day. Additionally, don’t forget to turn on ventilation

“...Uh, yes.”

in the world could dislike her when she was capable, responsible, bright, strong, and beautiful? In the beginning, Jishuka was Youngwoo’s benefactor. If she hadn’t led Grid to the Tzedakah Guild and allowed him to make good friends, Youngwoo’s status might not be much different from

in front of the world and as they walked, talked, ate together, and watched movies together, Youngwoo realized that

saw her 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

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. He had known it for a while, but he kept putting it off because he

“......”

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

the more he had to keep his spirit

have to go

time before moving quickly. As usual, he went to the capsule and lay down. It was the moment when Overgeared God Grid

***

the fierce battle with Mir,

on growth. His heart wanted to concentrate on blacksmithing first. He wanted to create a new sword based on the inspiration from using Hexetia’s Short Sword and the problems he realized

that, there was a high probability that he would get a result that was worse than before. Additionally, Braham’s mineral magic forging was far from over. He judged that for the time

that is pretty underwear~ are you making it to give to us as a

felt like an old sage cutting rice cakes in a room with no lights on. It was difficult. It was hard. He stabbed his

finished a piece of underwear after the hard work, the proficiency of his Tailoring skill increased remarkably. It was the synergy created by combining the double skill proficiency effect attached to the Gourmet Dragon’s Needle with Lee

Then he heard these words and looked like he was chewing on

would be crazy to give this

speaking to the succubi. He thought he was likely to be misunderstood as a pervert if he went around with them while

get in contact with a skin maker as soon

attempted to dress the succubi. However, the succubi were a race that hated wearing clothes. He could forcibly dress them by giving them an order but the moment they were dressed, they lost motivation and

to

suit her~? Master’s taste is different from this sister’s

face turned red when she saw the shape

be making underwear, but I have to make it in

shook and a demon army started to flock from beyond the horizon. What was with this massive

off the blindfold covering his eyes. The first thing he saw were chariots led by three-headed rhinoceroses. The demon shooters on the chariots pulled the

“......!”