Overgeared

“It is finally over...”

The person who consumed the most mental energy during the battle was Zibal himself.

That looked good to turn things over, could he do it? That was a splendid pincer movement. Should he join in? The steel frame piled up like a wall over there seemed to interfere with Mercedes’ movements. Should he put them away? Faker seemed to be in danger. Should he use Providence? Did he want to take out the magic machine? Would breaking the castle bother his allies instead? Etc, etc.

Throughout the battle, Zibal couldn’t easily make decisions. It was because the level of the enemies and allies were one step above his own. Zibal was unsure of his judgment. He worried that his choices and actions would flow as the enemy intended. He was afraid that he might cause trouble while trying to help his allies.

Of course, he didn’t just watch. Every moment he was convinced that the gap revealed by Haegak wasn’t a trap, his attacks played a role. Every time he figured out the intentions of his allies, he would run immediately to help realize their intentions.

“Good work.” It was shortly after the end of the Haegak raid. Zibal was watching from a distance as Grid introduced Zikfrector to his colleagues when Faker approached Zibal’s side and spoke. “Thanks to you, I was saved twice.”

Was it Faker’s personality to come up and greet someone first?

Zibal had a somewhat puzzled expression and sighed. “I don’t know why you are grateful for the guy who just watched the battle because he didn’t know what was going on.”

“No, you were good enough.” Faker confirmed the faces of the people who participated in the battle. The legendary great magician Braham, the legendary knight Mercedes, the legendary farmer Piaro, the archangel Sariel, Zikfrector of the seven malignant saints, Shadow King Kasim, and Overgeared God Grid...

They were the strongest people of this era. It was difficult for even the most talented person to match them. It would be good if he didn’t disturb them. Meanwhile, Zibal helped them several times. He definitely assisted. Faker had experienced it. Zibal’s cooperation was better than his own and the performance was also higher. Sure enough, he was the leader of the Seven Guilds and a hero of the big country called the United States.

“I wasn’t good at all...” Zibal showed a reaction like he disagreed.

Zibal couldn’t adapt to the fact that when standing shoulder to shoulder with the supreme one, he could only play a supporting role in the battle instead of being the main character. He was used to it now, but he always felt sorry. Once he heard the praise, he remembered things that he didn’t do well.

He had rushed to rescue the caught Kasim only to be hit by Haegak and have his ribs broken. He was trapped between the steel frame and couldn’t move for a few seconds. If Braham hadn’t used gravity to help, he might’ve had to summon Raiders to clean up the steel frames or consume Providence.

Zibal was red-faced thinking about it when Grid approached with his knights and messengers.

“Why does this guy look so agonized?” Braham frowned. He seemed to be criticizing Zibal for not being able to manage his facial expressions. The so-called fucking shit management... the day had finally come when he was treated like this.

Zibal’s expression became gloomier.

were great.” It was Piaro. He who was called the devil of the fields and had stopped the Seven Guilds’ invasion of Reidan now spoke with a kind smile. “It was especially helpful when you lured Haegak to the place where I was sowing the

increase the shadow area. Thanks to you, I was able

her hands and exclaimed with bright eyes,

“......?”

was necessary to be suspicious of excessive

it so he could distribute the items that Haegak dropped without shame.

realized this. It was a big hand full with calluses. It was a hand of respect. He looked up and saw Grid smiling widely. “You have

“......”

saw him as a colleague and welcomed him. Colleague... a

Overgeared Guild in the future? No. Those who were stronger than Zibal would protect him and those who were more competent than Zibal would take care of him. Zibal had already done his best. He

work is all done. Zikfrector doesn’t need

looked at Grid’s hand. It was still extended for a handshake. Then Zikfrector’s voice was heard.

“......”

life was full of ups and downs. His unique talent made him one of the first rankers and he received everyone’s expectations, but he was blocked by the wall called Kraugel and couldn’t escape second place for many years. He created a huge alliance with the theory from MMORPGs that an individual wouldn’t be able to go

he was incapable of leading the organization so he left the world and worked as an individual. He dreamed of a comeback and entered the empire, luckily standing out to Imperial Prince Edan. Then that damned Edan rebelled against the empire and he was forced to join Zikfrector before he could accumulate strength. Due to the influence of Zikfrector, he fought against the followers of the

follow Zikfrector and he came to know the truth of the world and supported

the world. So what? This was just a game anyway. It was a game

thousands of years later. Players wouldn’t

who were gradually starting their activities to prepare for the destruction of the world and experience all sorts of hardships. Still, this wasn’t a problem for Zibal to worry about. It was enough

“Zibal.”

he wanted to relax and enjoy the game among ordinary people. He didn’t want to be under too

“Zibal, I need you.”

“......”

up. The awakened Zibal saw Grid’s hand still reaching out to him and Zikfrector standing beside him. Those who were fighting for

fights in the future.” Zibal ignored Grid’s hand and confessed directly.

wanted to clear his mind and enjoy the game with ease. Of course, this didn’t mean he would fall behind. Talent and habits didn’t dissipate easily. After lowering his target, he wouldn’t stop growing even if he was more relaxed than before. If a great demon came to the human world, then

grandmaster and the souls of the other seven good people trapped in the abyss.” Zibal finished

to him as he was turning away.

and

comrade who will fight with me to