Overgeared

One day, a wounded dragon crashed into the middle of a city. It was purely coincidental. The city was just located at the wrong place at the wrong time. The dragon struggled in pain. Every time he screamed, the windows of the city were smashed. The same was true of the stained glass of the temple.

Goddess Rebecca, who was portrayed on the stained glass, was praying for humans, but it was meaningless. The goddess’ prayer didn’t protect humans from the disaster that had come.

The young Hayate was stunned. He just stared blankly as his neighbors were swept away by a gust of wind every time the dragon’s torn wings fluttered, his friends were crushed to death every time the dragon’s bloody tail swung, and his family burned in the flames mixed into the dragon’s screams.

This was until he saw his lover bursting like a balloon under the feet of the dragon who raised himself using the half-broken castle as a stepping stone. It was only after really losing everything that he realized this was reality, not a nightmare.

His stopped thoughts started to run explosively. The thoughts that extended to all areas were out of control. He had to endure the pain that cut through his brain. He held his sword with trembling hands.

After jumping over the corpses of his family and friends and the bloodstains left by his lover, he grabbed the dragon’s broken horn and leapt, aiming his sword at the cracks in the scales. He continued to aim tenaciously at the neck of the roaring dragon until it subsided.

The feelings of anger, killing intent, and fear stimulated his talent. The help of his extended thinking allowed him to grasp the destructive sword energy and integrated it with his will. Finally, he cut off the dragon’s head. He was covered in blood when he came to his senses. It was blood that had been flowing for thousands of years.

Hayate never forgot the single moment he met the dragon’s empty pupils through his red covered vision.

You are engraved on ‘us.’ Like me, you will have a harsh end.

Hayate frantically ran away from the huge giant eyes that seemed to be saying this. The Dragon Slayer was a being who grew out of such despair and fear.

From that day to today, Hayate never shook off his fear. Every day, he trembled in fear. The dragon’s power was too destructive to forget the horror of that day. Nevertheless, his reason for fighting was simple. He hoped that no one else would go through the same despair he did. He endured the killing intent and intimidation of all dragons in the world without expressing his fear.

“I stumbled upon a dragon who was wounded in a power struggle. I was terrified by his pressure. I struggled desperately to survive and finally cut his throat.”

He was simply lucky. On the first day he met Grid, Hayate used this simple phrase to explain to Grid how he became a Dragon Slayer. He didn’t mention the details. He would rather ignore it. The fear he had in his heart from the beginning—he was afraid that he would reveal the feelings that grew day by day.

Now he had completely shaken off his fear. Therefore, he could calmly talk about the disaster of that day.

“......”

The changes that took place inside Hayate were clearly revealed to Grid. He was glad that his little promise gave courage to this great man. It was an honor. It happened at a time when he was deeply emotional...

“Look here, Junior.”

As a Sword Saint who cut at targets with his willpower alone, he seemed to

this is too positive

of Kraugel. He clicked his tongue as he recalled

many days when you are

of Wisdom had recently moved. Grid had already been here for 46 days, but he stayed in his room. He didn’t look around. In the first place,

but I think I will

was armed with the dragon armor set, clearly transcended all the tower members except for Hayate. He had too much power to take on the odd jobs of the tower members. This was

reason Hayate gave him the position of tower member was so Grid could give up the responsibility of the Pioneer while enjoying more benefits. There was no need to understand the structure of

had other thoughts. “But.. sometimes, the cleaning... no, you have to clean up. Wouldn’t it be

“Why me...?”

“Aren’t you the youngest?”

distort your memory on your own? The reason you are in charge of cleaning isn’t

was so wrong? Honestly, isn’t it too harsh to consider it a mere punishment? Additionally, I am talking to a junior. Jessica,

please be more

finding fault with everything? Aren’t you being too much just because we are

cases where this man is sane. Don’t worry about

cooler than anyone else when holding the

expected, Grid. Your character is really righteous. You are a person who will neve forget your original intentions. No, wait... I’m not sane when I’m not holding

“......”

but that didn’t mean he accepted all of Biban’s personality.

‘Kraugel is amazing.’

recalled Kraugel, who was identified as the next Pioneer. Not only did Kraugel become a Sword Saint and had

it was the aftermath of Chris’ level being reset recently. There was also the effect of stagnant growth for a while as the top powers of the Overgeared Guild were active in hell along with high level NPCs like

it. Yura, Jishuka, Regas, Pon, and even the proud Chris had said more than

naturally be Yura. It was because Yura’s growth potential after she took over the entire hunting ground called hell was good enough to be

that I can hastily

Furthermore, Kraugel had the most titles and hidden pieces after Grid. Above all, he was the Sword Saint. There

a reward for the first discovery of a place no one had been to before. It wasn’t known what type of

‘No, putting everything aside.’

gap between the isolated tower and the world. However, the Demon Slayer often stayed in hell, away from

‘This is convincing.’

The pitiful one was Chris. If he had known this would happen, he would’ve put off giving the previous