Overgeared

Extracting materials from items—it was easy for Grid, who had mastered the art of blacksmithing from the time he learned Intent Production. However, red energy literally meant energy. It wasn’t a substance, so it was difficult to extract it with his blacksmithing techniques. The attempt itself was possible, but the probability of success was low.

‘The moment Saharan’s Sword is disassembled, it might disperse and disappear.’

The red energy used Saharan’s ‘lineage’ as its source. Thanks to this, Basara also had it. He heard that her red energy was pretty good, but it was inferior compared to the red energy of the founder, Saharan. It meant there was no substitute if it was lost. This absolutely couldn’t happen considering the fact that Zik had been using Saharan’s red energy for so long.

‘The compatibility of the red energy and Zik is good.’

The essence of the red energy to control matter was ‘intervention.’ It was because he could control the target once he intervened in it. In particular, Sakharan’s red energy was able to intervene in most of the world’s substances, including runes. The rapid transformation of Zik’s runes lay in the acceleration power borrowed from red energy.

“You mean to extract the red energy here, right? Sniff. Yes, I’ll try...”

“You will just try? That level of mindset isn’t enough. Promise that you will succeed.”

“There is no guarantee that I will succeed. How can I make a promise...?”

“Why isn’t it guaranteed?”

“After all, this red energy originally belongs to Saharan.”

It was hard to guarantee that it could be completely controlled unless it was Saharan.

“But we can discuss the possibilities due to the divinity of King Sobyeol...”

King Sobyeol’s divinity had the property of adsorbing any concept it encountered. It treated water and oil, that couldn’t be mixed, as the same substances and mixed them. If Braham’s mental world fully understood, destroyed, or absorbed a concept, the divinity of King Sobyeol omitted the process of understanding and utilized the object as its own divinity.

It was similar, but completely different. If they were discussing which one was better, they would have to conclude that it depended on the situation. However, the coercive force was naturally stronger on the side of King Sobyeol’s divinity. It was fraudulent in that it regarded the target as its own divinity and consequently strengthened its divinity.

“Of course, I can’t just rely on King Sobyeol’s divinity. In the process of extracting and transporting the red energy with King Sobyeol’s divinity, there is a possibility that the red energy will be transformed into divinity... I have to change the nature of the divinity with the runes beforehand. It won’t be easy.”

“Do well on your own.”

“...Yes.”

No matter how long the young Zik talked, it was a problem that Grid couldn’t help with. He dismissed it with the reminder for Zik to focus rather than waste time explaining it to him. Zik figured out the meaning and immediately focused. He checked every rune he remembered and tried to come up with the best words and sentences for the situation.

Grid was examining Saharan’s Sword, which Zik had handed over before entering the mental world.

‘It is a treasured sword with historical value.’

Saharan’s sword was far from a great work. Not only was it made of common steel, but it was also crude. It was a sword made hundreds of years ago, so it was understandable.

legendary item. It wasn’t just about the red energy. It contained Saharan’s red energy, but this was virtually useless because there were

of the Saharan Empire—it was the background to one

is right to

thought this while putting Saharan’s Sword into the blazing furnace. The signal was the young Zik, who had been preoccupied with his eyes closed for a while,

had taken on all the pains and worries in the world. The

and formed sentences. They extended toward Saharan’s Sword that was melting in

‘It is a success.’

the divinity that returned to the young Zik lost its color. It reverted to

‘No, did it fail?’

voice entered Grid’s ears as his

“I succeeded.”

than before. The young Zik perfectly did something that the adult Zik had never even attempted. Now

“Let’s start the production.”

now on, he would make Zik’s sword. Along with the red energy, it would contain the mental world that Zik had ignored. Maybe this was a source of pain for Zik, but it was right to face it. How could a person who ignored himself look confidently at the world? Additionally, what type of guts did he need to have to look up at the heavenly gods?

bring out Zik’s

Taang, taang, taang!

Trauka’s scales and bones. Each time, the young Zik had to struggle to control the red

Grid and Zik would make together today was

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spread pain—Zik’s Sword, which was completed at dawn the next day, boasted a formidable functionality. Every attack spread fear and pain in all directions. All objects contaminated by it were targeted by the red energy and controlled. Every time the attacks overlapped,

sense that it causes splash damage every time

scattered pain

his instinct to share the pain he experienced with others. It was the pain that was sealed in his

“I’m embarrassed.”

the devastated surroundings. It was shameful because he felt like he was denying and destroying the world that

fault. The problem is the world that caused you to suffer pain again

god, he had always been desperate to keep his dignity. He tried to use as

blessings. I’ll make sure of it. Of course, you have to help me

“...Yes, my god.”

“Yes.”

barely regained his composure. He never would’ve imagined it in

People, the pillars of the empire, etcetera—Zik had been active as the center of the world since the days when there was no Grid and he was a somewhat uncomfortable existence for

father having

worlds. The two of them peeked inside each other. They reminded each other of how great they were and also realized that

to respect, there was a sense of sympathy. It was natural for the

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Grid checking the mental worlds of the apostles quickly spread throughout the huge

made in

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