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.

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

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

her hands and exclaimed with bright eyes, “I was watching! You

“......?”

wary rather than grateful to those who remembered and praised his few minor performances. It was necessary to be suspicious of

distribute the items that Haegak dropped without shame. It was

reached out to Zibal who realized this. It was a big hand full with calluses. It was a hand of respect. He looked up and saw

“......”

analyzed the situation properly. They saw him as a colleague

it necessary for Zibal to stay by Zikfrector’s side when he would be protected by the Overgeared Guild in the future? No. Those who were stronger than Zibal would protect him and those who were more competent than Zibal

all done. Zikfrector

looked at Grid’s hand. It was still extended

“......”

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 against it, no matter how powerful. However, this alliance was brutally crushed by the

standing out to Imperial Prince Edan. Then that damned Edan rebelled against

and he came to know the truth

god periodically destroyed the world. So what? This was just a game anyway. It was a game enjoyed by everyone in the world. The S.A Group wouldn’t want

of the world that Zikfrector said would come one day would happen hundreds or thousands of years later. Players wouldn’t be able to witness the destruction of the world unless

destruction of the world and experience all sorts of hardships. Still, this wasn’t a problem for Zibal to worry about. It was enough to avoid the hardships he couldn’t handle. In the first place, he

“Zibal.”

comfortable. He would leave the hard fighting and duties to others and enjoy the game properly. Hadn’t he worked hard in the meantime? In the future, he wanted to relax and enjoy the game among ordinary people. He didn’t want to be under too much pressure anymore. He didn’t want to be crushed by a sense of

“Zibal, I need you.”

“......”

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

Grid’s hand and confessed directly. The battle between Haegak and the Overgeared Guild was a great help to clear his mind. Zibal wanted to finish

on, he 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

the grandmaster and the souls of the other seven good people trapped in the abyss.” Zibal finished speaking and didn’t hold

as he was turning

and

will fight with me to defend