Overgeared

Chapter 1816

“How did you notice that he was fake?”

The noise that had been ringing in Biban’s hand as he gripped the giant sword stopped. The last struggle of the giant sword stopped. The guy who had been twisting his big body to escape Biban’s grip was unable to leave Biban’s hands and lost consciousness.

Unity. No, the expression ‘returning’ was correct. The intent in the form of a giant sword merged with Biban’s intent. Now the giant sword was part of Biban. In any case, It was originally Biban.

“Even I was fooled.”

Biban’s eyes were filled with interest and admiration as he asked Grid.

Around two hours ago. At a time when it might’ve felt like years to Grid, Biban clearly sensed that Grid was following him. It was a presence that followed immediately every time he used Shunpo. It definitely contained Grid’s divinity. He naturally thought it was Grid. He recognized that he was searching for the giant sword with Grid.

This was until he heard an explosion. It was only when he heard sounds in the distance that he looked back in surprise and saw that what was standing there was a doll, not Grid. It was a doll made by the giant sword who acted like a master in Biban’s mental world. It had the appearance of Grid and contained his divinity, but it had no expression. It was also strange that it didn’t respond to the commotion.

It was only then that Biban understood the identity and situation of the doll and hurriedly rushed over. Then he was surprised to find Grid, who was overpowering the giant sword. How did Grid figure out the identity of the giant sword that looked exactly like him? It was a difficult question to answer.

Grid simply replied, “There is no way I wouldn’t recognize you.”

“...Hah.”

In fact, he had been fooled. If the personality and manner of speaking of the giant sword hadn’t resembled ‘Biban before becoming a Sword God,’ Grid wouldn’t have noticed the identity of the giant sword until the end. Still, did he really need to tell the truth? Grid calmly hid the truth to prevent Biban from being upset and to protect his prestige.

“That’s right. Our relationship is quite special. If I was in your shoes, I think I would’ve noticed it right away.”

Biban also hid the truth for the same reason as Grid. He didn’t bother confessing that he had been fooled by the fake Grid. It was consideration for the other person and a bit of bravado. The two of them were close to a match made in heaven.

The unity of their mental worlds was easily accomplished. Grid wanted to get out of here quickly, so he immediately opened the Sanctuary of Metal and the mental worlds merged as if it was natural.

“Then I will start.”

Grid took out the hammer and anvil and activated Intent Production. Trauka’s bones and scales and Biban’s intent were the materials.

Biban nodded and helped out. Biban’s sword energy was added to the flames in the furnace that melted Trauka’s bones and scales.

Flames of sword energy—it went through the preliminary work of polishing and crushing Trauka’s bones and scales, not just melting them. It was close to imprinting a sharp shape. The red molten iron that eventually melted and poured out had a sharp edge like a blade. It was hard to imagine how sharp it would become when it was completed as a sword.

Taang, taang, taang!

Grid forged it while consulting with Biban in real time. It was a collaboration between Grid—who inherited the skills of the Blacksmith God, Hexetia—and Biban, the Sword God. It had to be completed in the most ideal form.

However, the form of the sword that gradually took shape was far from ideal. It was out of line even with the usual standards. The shape was so incomplete that he wondered if it was even a sword. The blade seemed to be split. The blade scattered a cold glow rose smoothly from the handle before it seemed to cut off midway. The sword that Grid and Biban painstakingly completed was broken from the start.

“...Are you really okay with this? The imprinted sword energy during the smelting process has become useless at best.”

“It is perfect.”

Grid was worried, but Biban’s expression was bright. A short sword that seemed cut in half. He showed a very satisfied reaction as he held it and swung it, the tip of the blade forming a straight line. He seemed to have returned to the past. The way he smiled and swung the sword that had been cut in half made him look like the swordsman with dementia.

[Broken Sword]

[Rating: Only One

Durability: 9,200~???

Attack Power: 13,060~???]

It was because the form was incomplete. It wasn’t judged as a complete sword. The stats were low even

would recognize it as

failure, but a

up with a single line. It was

Only One God Grid in a state of mental

uses the bones and scales filled with Fire Dragon Trauka’s intent and the intent of Sword God

Sword God Biban and

power couldn’t be measured. It meant the length and power followed Biban’s will. It resembled Defying the Natural Order, but it was different. It was like Defying the Natural Order

the moment Biban wanted it. That was all. It was

feeling when holding it in my hand. It seems

of the user (Biban). From the perspective of the creator, Grid had to put the greatest

afraid it won’t catch your

You are too

“Then I won’t hesitate.”

one side of the wilderness. It was in the direction where a rock was

control his breathing, but he vaguely resembled Yura when she aimed her gun. Just

Flash!

it took the form of a giant sword. The rock that stood 500 meters away was already

belatedly noticed it. Biban’s target wasn’t a single rock. The other rocks lined up several kilometers behind the rock were simultaneously split and destroyed,

‘Crazy.’

dragon, not just its neck. Grid realized it and trembled. Biban stabbed his sword again and again, wide-eyed. It was a sight where it wouldn’t be strange if the entire

only slashed precisely at its target. Even if Grid stood in its path,

huge sword only slashed

many times, “Can I lose when wielding this sword? It is like struggling over a seemingly

who can’t be cut must surely

this point, the level of enemies you assume you will meet is too high. How have you endured

across Biban’s face as

hell and heaven—Grid had been prepared to confront them even though he clearly knew their level. It couldn’t have been tolerated with ordinary mental strength. It was brave

Grid laughed.

was able to endure it because there

He had endured it by always reminding

on, I will rely on you

I’ll pay

sound of the hands with hard calluses colliding was surprisingly

***

back

even made armor. The Fire Dragon Armor belonging to Biban was a deep gray mixed with the energy of a Dragon Slayer and the color of sword energy. It was less beautiful compared to Hayate’s pure white armor, but it gave a sense of intimidation. It might be because Biban had developed muscles and shoulders, unlike Hayate, who looked somewhat thin and

matter how many

and the Fire Dragon’s Armor as

through Intent Production and came to exist in reality

any problems?” Grid asked while wary

room directly opposite them. He shouldn’t forget that no

so happens that Bunhelier’s