Overgeared

“Bunhelier, you don’t have parents, do you?”

‘Has he been taught by Huroi?’

At the Tower of Wisdom...

Kraugel was in the midst of sparring with Sword God Biban. It was to get used to the controls of his new ultimate skill.

Speed was the basis of power, so it was a technique that had a very large rebound if it failed. Just like right now.

“It isn’t like you to lose your concentration.”

“......!”

Kraugel’s vision flipped around and his face fell to the ground. This was the aftermath of being hit with the perfect counter by Biban. Biban had sealed the ‘strength of an Absolute,‘ as promised, but he easily aimed at the weakness of Kraugel, who was distracted.

“Let’s take a break.”

In the first place, your new swordsmanship carries too much risk...

Biban held back the urge to give this warning and extended a hand. There was no way Kraugel could be unaware of the problem with his swordsmanship. It was about trusting him.

“I’m sorry.” Kraugel stood up using Biban’s hand and shifted his eyes in the direction of the disturbance.

In the midst of the murmuring tower members, Bunhelier was calm. “Parents? Of course not. Those are lower creatures born after the beginning of time... no, they are a necessary concept for all living things except the Old Dragons and the Gods of the Beginning.”

“Yes, that is right...”

Grid nodded.

Everyone at the scene felt that his mind had slipped away. Discussing the parents of an Old Dragon? It was very bizarre, but the tower members respected Grid. They left their spots one by one so as to not distract him. Time was running out to track down Betty, whose whereabouts had just been found.

“But from what I’ve seen, you might have parents.”

“......”

The tower members’ steps stopped again and Kraugel was convinced.

‘I’m sure he learned something from Huroi.’

Kraugel knew all of Grid’s advantages. One of them was the ability to learn. Every time he learned something new, he might not be able to learn it all at once, but he didn’t give up until he mastered it. Yes, mastered. Grid must digest his learning. He burned the firewood of time and pursued perfection.

‘Is he trying to reach the point of provoking an Old Dragon? Certainly... it must be a necessary skill at times.’

Kraugel interpreted every word that Grid threw at Bunhelier as a provocation. It was the same with the other tower members.

Everyone looked at Bunhelier. Fortunately, Bunhelier didn’t seem too offended.

“How interesting. What type of creature do you think could’ve existed before the beginning of time?” he responded with a snort.

The Old Dragons had existed since the beginning of time. If an Old Dragon had parents, the very concept of the beginning would be turned upside down. Grid’s argument was like claiming that ‘there is no gravity and mana in the world.’ It was such an empty argument that it wasn’t even worth refuting.

“How ignorant do you have to be to harbor such a delusion?”

Grid stared at the hand of Bunhelier, who was shaking his head in disbelief, and continued speaking, “Your front feet resemble those of the Blue Dragon.”

“...What?”

for the first

to human aspirations, there are insignificant

front feet happen to be one of Bunhelier’s complexes. It was right to say that it was right below Dragon Words. It was

from Nevartan for quite a long time. He clung to the humans who he regarded as insignificant, and polymorphed into

resemble

feel much of a difference between goblins, orcs, and trolls, who were all bipedal. They couldn’t

see... it

love—Grid’s confidence had skyrocketed since he recently shared deep love

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

facing extinction due to the intensifying gender conflicts. They were too few in number to be the subject of the world and their quality wasn’t outstanding. It must be a species that would be treated as insignificant even by humans. It was even more so from the perspective of

find the malicious insult unpleasant and instead mused on it. It was a

reproached himself for not being able to hide his anger the moment he heard

attitude that an Absolute

Old Dragon, he was naturally highly intelligent and understood the principles of all things. The problem was that his emotion preceded reason every time. He kept losing his cool

other Old Dragons. He had many shortcomings. Why were their innate powers different when they were all Old Dragons? Bunhelier felt very frustrated and

there is

me? Is it to give myself a chance to reflect on my usual self, who is

about it, I understand what you are saying. It seems that

really

was great that Bunhelier was able to withstand the onslaught of Grid many times when

really have

trying to live with humans didn’t seem to be a lie. Grid tested Bunhelier really thoroughly and there was a strong feeling that they

why you are so small and helpless among the Old Dragons. Isn’t an Old Dragon’s hierarchy too high to just say it was bad luck? Are the few

the main point.

thoughts were

honesty. Bunhelier felt a certain emotion when Grid fully

he was meeting for the first time

such a Grid, Bunhelier started to confess all sorts

the Old Dragons. I

as all things ate

a plan to get rid

“......?”

was

to even approach the flames that Trauke sincerely raises. Even if I break through the flames, the chances of damaging the body

Just by Trauka temporarily releasing his power, the rivers

didn’t have the courage to confront the destructive power of the

without a trace the moment he shot

was possible to get rid of Raiders,

it was the moment to confess to the only person who understood. It was right

if I was lucky enough to succeed in a surprise attack and

“Insurance?”

turns back time

that was familiar. For example, summoning one’s past and future self. Grid actually witnessed Baals’ power to

technically an intervention in the concept of

it mean to reverse the outcome? For example, if you kill Raiders, will the result change from ‘Raiders is dead' to

make the result so that I die

type of fraudulent ability is

ugly among the great beings? He projected his past self by empathizing and sympathizing

was just one thing that bothered Bunhelier. “Why do you use an honorific when talking about