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?”

hardened for the first

are insignificant things that exist and...

below Dragon Words. It was to the

who he regarded as insignificant, and polymorphed into a mouse to get out of various crises. Thanks

guys... you resemble elves to

of a difference between goblins, orcs, and trolls, who were all bipedal. They couldn’t even differentiate the appearance. It was the same logic as humans distinguishing

I see... it might

the greatest forces that could transform human beings was love—Grid’s confidence had skyrocketed since he recently shared deep love with his wives. Bunhelier’s claim that he resembled a beautiful elf wasn’t dismissed

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

too few in number to be the subject of the world and their quality wasn’t outstanding. It must be a species that

he calmly accepted that they resembled each other. He didn’t find the malicious insult unpleasant and instead mused on

became ashamed. He reproached himself for not being able to hide his anger the moment

have the attitude

intelligent and understood the principles of all things. The problem was that his emotion preceded reason every time. He kept losing his cool

inferiority complex—Bunhelier was inferior when compared to other Old Dragons. He had many shortcomings. Why were their innate powers different when they were all Old Dragons? Bunhelier felt very frustrated and resentful. He was always full of

there is no

Is it to give myself a chance to

understand what you are saying. It seems that my front

really an

it as he had been nervously watching the situation. He thought it was great that Bunhelier was able to withstand the onslaught of Grid many times when Grid was specially trained by Huroi, who acquired provocation-related skills through the Martial

have to

to be a lie. Grid tested Bunhelier really thoroughly and there was a strong feeling that they were

wondered 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 ‘innate Absolutes’ in the world affected by

got back to the main point. It was enough to grab Bunhelier’s

thoughts were the

certain emotion when Grid fully understood

understanding person that he was meeting for the first time in his

started to confess all sorts of

other Old Dragons. There is something called compatibility among the Old Dragons. I suspected that one of

the Old Dragons into the ecosystem. He realized that just as all

made a plan to get rid

“......?”

He was

own. It is very difficult for me to even approach the flames that Trauke sincerely raises. Even if I break through the flames, the chances of damaging the body of a naturally powerful creature is

also experienced it vaguely. Just by Trauka temporarily releasing his power, the

easy either. Finally, I didn’t have the courage to confront the destructive

Didn’t it mean that the world would disappear without a trace the moment he shot it? Grid

judged it was possible to

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

though the odds of winning are low and if I was lucky enough to succeed in a surprise attack and kill him, I felt

“Insurance?”

back time the moment he dies or reverses

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

function. This was also technically an intervention in the concept of time. Grid wasn't shocked that Raiders could turn

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

make the

type of fraudulent

born alone and ugly among the great beings? He projected his past self by empathizing and sympathizing with Bunhelier. This brought great comfort to Bunhelier.

bothered Bunhelier. “Why do you use