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.

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 in the results. Trauka’s bones struck by Grid were

‘Greatsword...’

Grid’s heart warmed again.

in the house because no one could use it. Ever since then, the weapon that symbolized Grid

likely to have a different texture from Grid’s works. Due to the differences in dexterity and skills, Khan’s abilities were clearly below Grid’s. Therefore, Khan’s work was bound to be somewhat inferior in performance to

was an area of

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

from the norm. It wasn’t something that easily came to mind, so

intent can change the properties of metal, so he came up with this

large and long size, its trajectory was inevitably limited. It was very old and simple compared

a greatsword from a very old era that even Grid wouldn’t have come across easily. It was a disaster in the form of a sword. It was possible to pour the user’s power into it, so there was no limit to the sword’s

first place, the main agenda was Grid’s production. As long as there was no

trying to inspire Grid. He didn’t think he could do anything to help, but he did his best to recall moments when he was inspired by

combined. Grid could feel the thoughts and feelings of

Ttaaang!

hammered. The anomalies of the transforming sword weren’t just limited

Ttaaang!

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

I can add to

left entirely to Grid and Khan while he took

‘Armor.’

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. It was armor containing Khan’s heart. It was the source that was sustaining the mental world. He could understand why Grid stuck to it and didn’t throw it

will be like that

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

‘I must make it.’

would become myth rated. Nevertheless, he was

was the main culprit of the mortal sin of encouraging demons to invade the

and Khan will make is

his experience in ‘making armor for Grid himself’ had already stopped for

gain experience, I will defend you for

Ttaaang!

scales in an instant with the help

“......!”

Fire Dragon Trauka, as well as leather and Greed. Hexetia’s technique was amazing enough to distract Grid, who had been expecting

thick scales were divided into many threads and woven together in an

shock beyond admiration when Hexetia confessed, “I learned from

grain without melting the scales. He took advantage of what

you need to