Overgeared

It was when he saw the spear made by Hexetia. Grid once again realized the difference in skill between himself and Hexetia.

There were no complaints. He could understand. Hexetia was the god of blacksmiths. It was a shameful wish to compare blacksmithing skills against him, whose stats and powers were so rooted in the creation of items.

However, Grid didn’t think he was unconditionally at a disadvantage. The material of Hexetia’s short sword or spear was the divine stone. It was the unique material created by Hexetia. It was probably a great metal, but it didn’t have an advantage over the scales and bones of a dragon.

He saw Xenon’s scale today and was convinced.

[Xenon’s Heart Scale]

[Rating: Myth

A scale that regenerates with the highest priority among the scales of the gray dragon, Xenon.

It is the thickest and strongest as it wraps right around the right side of the chest where the dragon’s heart sits.]

‘This is definitely on a different grade from the scales I’ve dealt with so far.’

It was when Grid fought Cranbel. This was the reason why he couldn’t deal a direct blow to the dragon’s heart. A bit of confidence grew in Grid’s heart as he admired and examined the scale.

‘One day, I will create a dragon weapon that goes beyond Hexetia’s work.’

The possibilities were sufficient. Xenon was a lower ranked dragon. Even so, Grid succeeded in using Xenon’s scales to embody the body parts of top ranked dragons like Ifrit and Cranbel. Someday, if he used the scales of an intermediate or top ranking dragon, there was a high possibility he could make them more perfect and it was even possible to recreate the body of an old dragon.

‘An old dragon... I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s make a good helmet first.’

He had obtained a good scale, so he was going to try and reproduce Cranbel’s head. The investment value of a helmet was high because it had a high defense among all the armor parts and it was an important part that specialized in defending weak spots. There was no regret about parting with Talsha. He had been replacing the armor made with the breaths of the Four Gods one by one, so why would there be any regrets about Talsha?

Talsha... it wasn’t that he disliked Talima's Shame because it was rude. It had been a long time since Talsha had become obedient, even though it grumbled. To put it bluntly, it had become useless. It was because he didn’t need the help of Talsha to dominate items. Talsha’s current position was nothing more than noisy armor.

Of course, it was only for Grid. In addition to King's Negation that disarmed the target and King's Command’s that controlled ego items, Talima's Shame had a unique skill called King’s Domination.

[King’s Domination]

[Dominates the wearer’s mind and controls the body.

During the time when King’s Domination is maintained, the wearer’s attack power and all speeds will increase by 20%. The wearer will also be immune to critical hits and attacks in weak spots. However, the wearer will die at the end of the domination.

Skill Resources Consumed: None.

Duration: Until the

Cooldown Time: 24

that Talsha had no conditions to be equipped. Grid was naturally immune to it because it was a mental domination skill, but most people apart from Grid would

when it

taste so much that his eyes shone and he said he

-Phew...

monster whose intelligence was so high that it didn’t want to belong to anyone. After repeatedly cursing and killing the wearer, it was sealed in Pandemonium.Talsha had resented its fate as a mere tool, but it was different now. It hoped to lead a life of its own. Its mind changed as it ventured out of the dark

usually done a bit

rarely showed a good form because its nature was evil. In particular, there were some cases where the defense was 1 in

I tried to

make excuses. As he stated earlier, the uncooperative nature of Talsha was a matter of nature. It might’ve succumbed to Grid with force and was impressed by Grid’s heart, but it wasn’t inherently good. Grid shouldn’t expect loyalty.

‘Cranbel’s head.’

etc. If

of that time to create a divine sword that referenced the shape of Cranbel’s horn. He was confident

the reason why he planned to make Cranbel’s Head.

have to do my

his best. It was physically impossible to do more than his usual best. Even so, Grid wasn’t conscious of the impossible. It didn’t matter if it was possible or not. He always tried to do better today than yesterday, and better tomorrow than today. He maintained the same attitude even if the desired result didn’t come out. It was the secret to always staying at the top and was the

helmet is special compared to other armor

the Dragon Words. He didn’t want it for Dragon Words. Dragon Words were the perfect power of dragons who had fulfilled the covenant several times.

to. Didn’t Grid implement a Small Breath based on the dragon heart’s functional pattern with the gauntlet that he made earlier, Ifrit’s Arm? Once it came to Cranbel’s Head, a more powerful Breath might be attached to the skill. It was an established fact that the viability would

“Please, god.”

“Huh?”

“Who are you calling...?”

“......”

Item Creation. Now he closed his mouth at these words. Garion, Debirion, and Lars were around him. All of them had a bewildered expression at Grid’s search

are no human

different. Did he move the smithy to the temple for

location and timing were important. This was the historic wisdom of the predecessors that had been passed down from the beginning of the birth

were too many statistics to dismiss it

physiognomy. It was clear that the probability of success of making and enhancing items would be higher in the

‘Let’s begin.’

deep breath and calmed down. Then he started the production. The non-stop moving foot on the bellows was as sophisticated as a machine and there were no mistakes. The flames in the furnace

not

smelting the dragon scale for three days and nights. A god was omnipotent compared to humans. They were able to achieve whatever they wanted when it came

was very unfamiliar for a god to be absorbed in a certain task while maintaining extreme concentration. It was an unnecessary ascetic practice. Yet at this moment, Grid was burdening himself with

that he managed to

more days passed