Overgeared

Taang, taang, taang...

A body and mind tempered through hammering tens of thousands of times—it was a term used by the world to describe Grid and was one of the basic pillars that made up Grid’s mental world.

Tens of thousands of times. It was too little for Grid. Only tens of thousands of times? At first, it was a bit absurd when seeing this message.

Usually, achievements were exaggerated, but he felt that his epic understated things. Others felt the same way. The Overgeared members watching from beside Grid, the subjects of the empire who watched from a distance, and even those who only heard about it from far away thought that Grid’s story was too abbreviated.

There was no one who didn’t know that the number of items Grid had created was well over a thousand. It was also well-known that it took days for him to make an item. Who didn’t know that Grid’s hammering couldn’t just stop at tens of thousands of times?

It was from this time on. Grid’s epics started to be interpreted in a more exaggerated manner than they actually were. Every time people saw and heard Grid’s feats, they naturally overestimated it. They recalled the mistake of the epic in describing Grid’s hammering as only tens of thousands of times.

They rated Grid higher than the epic since they had doubts or objections about the way the epic evaluated Grid. This was why there were victims such as Zeratul and Baal. It was also proof that humanity trusted and loved Grid. In any case—

Taang, taang, taang...

For Grid, tempering was more familiar than eating. Even so, it was always new and thrilling. Every time he hit it with a hammer, the shape of the metal changed.

Ultimately, he felt a great sense of pleasure when he got the look he wanted. To some extent, it resembled the heart of a parent facing a newborn child. Basically, he was amazed. It was a sentiment that was difficult to understand for players who simply clicked on the ‘production’ button to create items automatically.

Grid was a creator in the truest sense of the word.

‘It is nice to hear.’

The smile didn’t leave Grid’s face as he tempered Trauka’s bones and scales.

Ttang!

The sound of tapping metal with a hammer. There were inherently many variables. A different sound resonated every time depending on the material, strength, thickness, and temperature of the metal and the angle and strength of the hammering. Sometimes it echoed as clearly as the sound of birds deep in the mountains, sweeter than most melodies.

The hammering sound that Grid heard today was especially beautiful.

Taang, taang, taang...

Basically, it rang three times. The sound wasn’t spread due to the metal. It was the aftermath caused by the combination of three hammers striking.

Ttang!

Grid, Khan, and Hexetia lined up in front of a long anvil. Their hammers struck the bones of the giant dragon at the same time. Their hammering was different, just as the swordsmen who wielded swords for a long time had different sword trajectories, reflecting the different trajectories of their lives.

the same hammer shaped from Hexetia’s mental world, but the way they held it in their hands, the way they wielded it, and the things they pursued were different. There was also a difference

‘Greatsword...’

Grid’s heart warmed again.

him by swinging an heirloom gathering dust in the house because no one could use it. Ever since then, the weapon that symbolized Grid for a while became the

origin and prayed for his safety at the same time. Relying on the help of Hexetia’s mental world and Grid’s mental world, the dragon weapon Khan was able to create was likely to have a different texture from Grid’s

knew it was an area of thorough

abilities with these differences. It isn’t something that anyone can

norm. It wasn’t something that easily came to mind, so a lot of anguish preceded it. The greatsword made by Khan wasn’t a result of improvisation. It contained too

change the properties of metal, so he came up with this inspiration as the last puzzle

the shortcomings of the greatsword. It was crude. Due to its large and long size, its trajectory was inevitably limited. It was very old and simple compared to the sword made recently by blacksmiths. Instead, the inherent strengths of a

a disaster in the form of a sword. It was possible to pour the user’s

In the first place, the main agenda was Grid’s production. As long as there was no Intent Production, objects made in the mental world were just concepts and couldn’t

help, but he did his best to recall moments when

were combined. Grid could

Ttaaang!

was added as he hammered. The anomalies of the transforming sword weren’t just

Ttaaang!

were hammered by Grid, repeatedly increased its volume and turned sharp again. It was a fantasy-like scene where a longsword turned into a greatsword and

I can add

silently and stopped hammering. Trauka’s bones were left entirely to Grid and Khan while he took an

‘Armor.’

performance wasn’t very good either. He couldn’t understand why the creator of dragon gauntlets and gaiters was wearing such armor. Of course, the answer was solved the moment he stepped into the canyon of metal.

be like that

Grid’s mental world. However, there was no need for

‘I must make it.’

from birth. From the beginning, he took it for granted that his battle gear would become myth rated. Nevertheless, he

He was the main culprit

and Khan will make is inevitably

stopped. Of course, he had a lot of experience making armor for other colleagues, but his experience in ‘making armor for Grid himself’ had already stopped for many years. It was the part that Hexetia had to fulfill.

experience, I will

Ttaaang!

smelting the scales in an instant with the help of Grid and Khan’s mental world and started the

“......!”

amazing enough to distract Grid, who had been expecting the birth of a treasured weapon that integrated all of Khan’s experience and advice, as well as his

woven together

shock beyond admiration when Hexetia confessed, “I

along the grain without melting the scales.

need to