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.

hands, the way they wielded it, and the things they pursued were different. There

‘Greatsword...’

Grid’s heart warmed again.

the Dainsleif made by his ancestor, Albatino. Khan was still unable to forget it. His first encounter with Grid, who protected 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 greatsword. Surprisingly, the greatsword was a weapon that was specialized more in defense than attack. It was

to create was 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

it was an area of thorough

with these differences. It isn’t

of all, they needed to be able to objectively evaluate their skills. Additionally, ‘different’ meant a slight deviation from the 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 many traces of

he came up with this inspiration as the last puzzle

large and long size, its trajectory was inevitably limited. It was very old and simple compared to the sword made recently by

It was a disaster in the form of

from Grid’s intent. It would solve the shortcomings of the greatsword in the form of a transforming sword. In the first place, the main agenda was Grid’s production. As

to inspire Grid. He didn’t think he could do anything to help, but he did his best to

mental worlds were combined. Grid could feel the thoughts and feelings of Khan

Ttaaang!

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

Ttaaang!

sharp again. It was a fantasy-like scene where a longsword turned into a greatsword and then a greatsword into

nothing I can

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

‘Armor.’

such armor. Of course, the answer was solved the moment he stepped into

will be like

mental world. However, there was no need for that to be the case with the armor Grid was actually

‘I must make it.’

beginning, he took it for granted that his battle gear would become myth rated. Nevertheless, he was

he was jealous and wary of the human blacksmith. He was the main culprit

Khan

his experience in ‘making armor for Grid himself’ had already stopped for many years. It was the part that Hexetia had to fulfill. For now,

gain experience, I will

Ttaaang!

with the help of Grid and Khan’s mental world and started

“......!”

was 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 own skills

divided into many threads and woven together in an instant? It was at

was feeling shock beyond admiration when Hexetia confessed, “I learned from

‘cracked’ along the grain without melting the

need to