Overgeared

Chapter 1794

“You treasure it very much.”

Sitting on a rock bathed in blue moonlight, the man sharpening his longsword quietly raised his head. A middle-aged man with calf-like big and clear eyes was smiling.

The most powerful Sword Saint of all time—it was Muller, who was exploring an unexplored area that recently appeared due to the changed terrain.

“It seems somewhat inferior for a swordsman of your quality to cherish it like that.”

“It is a sword that a precious person gave to me as a gift. It might not be the strongest sword, but it is the most precious thing to me.”

Twilight—this was the name of the longsword Kraugel was repairing using Grid’s repair kit. It had the same appearance as Grid’s Twilight, but lacked a lot of spirit. It was the difference in material. It didn’t make sense to compare Kraugel’s Twilight, made by smelting the scales of a low-grade dragon, to Grid’s Twilight, made from the fang of an Old Dragon.

Nevertheless, Kraugel felt no regrets. It was because the sword was made for him by the only person he could proudly introduce as a ‘friend’ to his mother.

“It is an item that contains your tastes and ideas. It must be more satisfying than disappointing when using it.”

“Do you think my personal opinion was involved a lot in the form of Twilight?”

“Isn’t it a form that can fully handle your ever-changing swordsmanship? I think it is a perfect sword for a swordsman like you, who uses your brilliant talent as your foundation.”

“You are misinterpreting things. When I was discussing it with Grid and conceiving Twilight, the focus was on the ideal sword. I can confidently say that I only gave extremely objective opinions. I never satisfied my personal desires.”

“You are the one misunderstanding. I have no intention of disparaging your personal opinion as greed.”

“I told you, it isn’t a personal opinion...”

“It was an objective opinion? That is too arrogant.”

“...Arrogant?”

The shadow created by the moonlight further accentuated Kraugel’s facial lines. The white face that contrasted with the black, long robe was beautiful even when it was distorted.

“How can you call your interpretation objective when you aren’t the father of all swordsmanship?”

“Do you want to claim that Twilight is a sword that is far from ideal?”

“It might fit your ideal, but it is far from someone else’s ideal.”

Kraugel had no proper adviser by his side. Unlike Grid, who rose from the bottom step by step, he was the one who stood at the top from the beginning. He was always alone. He longed for someone. It was to the point where he didn’t want to miss the competitor, Grid, who appeared in front of him. It was so much so that he entrusted his years to a hermit who used the spear rather than a sword.

There were no significant results. Before he knew it, he was only chasing Grid’s back. He was still a loner.

Now such a person finally appeared before his eyes.

“I know you are a great swordsman. Didn’t you become a Sword Saint and cut down countless enemies despite a narrow perspective that you weren’t aware of? The path you have walked has never been wrong. But I dare to say that it is a path that is just a way closer to the right answer. It isn’t the right answer.”

window emerged

believe that if you don’t turn away and reach the peak in them, you will be able to see new things that you haven’t seen

word that always

stubbornness that was bound to accumulate because he had no adviser. He turned a blind eye to the Matchless Sword even after becoming a Sword

at his belated adviser’s

Unlike the great you, this ugly senior has been nourished by failure and regret. I’m ashamed, but there must

what is your ideal

sorry for Grid. What was contained in Twilight wasn't the ideal, but his own prejudices and greed. An intense feeling of guilt overwhelmed him

exposed forehead was as cool as valley water. Thanks to this, Muller’s mouth shape was clearly imprinted in Kraugel’s wide open eyes as he shook off all

is an ideal form that satisfies everyone. As I said earlier, Twilight is the ideal sword

he kept talking without hesitation out of the hope that Kraugel would become a swordsman who

can only tell you one thing for certain about

the continent and obscuring the moonlight. Twilight didn’t lose its orange glow even in the darkness and illuminated Muller’s fingers. The fingers

sword that Only One God

“......!”

work hard to be able to handle the new

his answer to Muller, who gave advice despite his shame, and it was also an act of accepting the quest that appeared in front of his eyes. It was to master 100 swordsmanship

have succeeded in smelting ‘Fire Dragon Trauka’s Scales’ and

with the help of the blacksmith god ‘Hexetia’ and the

has accomplished the same

inspiration

has become stronger after

effect is added to the ‘Trinity’ that

Trinity’ was to ‘remove various penalties obtained in an environment where a subject of the Trinity is incomplete.’ The benefits were currently received by Khan. It restored the lost energy and stats that had

was grateful and couldn’t have hoped for more. Yet at this moment, a new effect

form a trinity with Khan and Hexetia in the future, you will get a correction effect during

expected, I need to

item production. The effects of production-related skills were strengthened in the process of becoming an Only One God, but that was all. The system was silent for most of the insights Grid gained

from now, where there was a

he fought in the hope that everyone in this world was happy was clearly proven

in the end,

the world’s highest

shook

shouldn’t count the

the blade he had made. They resembled arrowheads. Bones harder than scales were used as pillars and

centimeter in diameter, each of the blades made by Khan were only the size of a knuckle. The form was square except for the very end blade. It was the same

of motion is narrow, so I don’t think it will be able to maximize

wearing under his robe. His heart warmed as he felt

a failure.” Hexetia’s words brought Grid’s mind back to reality. He couldn’t hide his regretful expression as he twisted and extinguished the flames of his nipples, which hadn’t been extinguished the entire time they smelted Trauka’s scales and bones. “It is

“......!”

evaluation expected when seeing the

is crude?” Before Grid could say anything, Khan stepped forward. He usually treated Hexetia in a respectful manner, but now he showed a sharp reaction for the first time. He usually smiled gently no matter how

see the pride of a craftsman from Khan’s attitude. It wasn’t

criticizing it so much. Grid’s work is much

he angry because of Grid rather than his