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.”

emerged in Kraugel’s shaky

might think they are swordsmanship with many flaws, but I believe that if you don’t turn away and

word that

even after becoming a Sword Saint, and he naturally regarded swordsmanship other than the Matchless Sword as insignificant. From a

belated adviser’s face and carefully

been nourished by failure and regret. I’m

is your ideal

He felt 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 when he realized

and caused the silky black hair to wave. Muller’s hand resting on Kraugel’s exposed forehead was as cool as valley water. Thanks to

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

place, Muller had no intention of denying Twilight. Yet he kept talking without hesitation out of the hope that Kraugel would become a

thing for

obscuring the moonlight. Twilight didn’t lose its orange glow even in the

Only One

“......!”

hard to be able to handle the new sword he

of accepting the quest that appeared in front of his eyes. It was to master 100 swordsmanship skills. Muller’s unexpected quest was very grand from the very first

Dragon Trauka’s Scales’ and ‘Fire Dragon Trauka’s

the help of the blacksmith god

the same feat with the

the inspiration he gained

between blacksmiths has become stronger after

to the

of the 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

was enough. Grid was grateful and couldn’t have hoped for

and Hexetia in the future, you will get

expected... as expected, I need to

really long time, the system hadn’t responded to Grid’s 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 separately. Due to this, the growth of ‘Blacksmith Grid’ often ended at the level of accumulating

there was a system calibration. It was the limit of

the hope that everyone in this world was happy was clearly proven to be correct through the

in the end,

the world’s highest being, actually

up to here and shook his head to shake

shouldn’t count the chickens before

speculations and now was the moment to focus. Grid saw the fragments of the blade he had made. They resembled arrowheads. Bones harder than scales were used as pillars and scales sharper than bones were erected on the left and right. There were seven in total. It would be

of each blade to be half a centimeter in diameter, each of the blades made by Khan were only the size of a knuckle. The form was square except

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

His heart warmed as he felt Khan’s heart,

He couldn’t hide his regretful expression as he twisted and extinguished the flames of his

“......!”

an evaluation expected when seeing the work of a legendary

treated Hexetia in a respectful manner, but now he showed a sharp reaction for the first time. He usually smiled gently no matter how hard it was,

didn’t feel it was unpleasant. It was because he could see the pride of a craftsman

you are criticizing it so much. Grid’s work is much better than mine,

Grid rather than his pride