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

aspirations, there are insignificant things that exist and... looks

right below Dragon Words. It was to the point where he almost felt hostility toward

insignificant, and polymorphed into a mouse to get out of various crises. Thanks

resemble

didn’t feel much 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 a dragon

see... it might

forces that could transform human beings was love—Grid’s confidence had skyrocketed since he recently shared deep love with his

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

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

didn’t find the malicious insult unpleasant and instead mused on

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

have the attitude that an Absolute

his emotion preceded reason every time. He kept losing his cool and easily made mistakes. It was a problem that

different when they were all

is

Is it to give myself a chance to reflect on

that I think about it, I understand what you are saying. It seems that my front feet bear some resemblance

really an Old

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,

have

the tower members. He was relieved to see Bunhelier maturing through Grid’s provocations. Bunhelier’s statement that he was 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 were growing together as a duo. Finally,

small and helpless among the Old Dragons. Isn’t an Old Dragon’s hierarchy too high

back to the main point.

thoughts were the

led to honesty. Bunhelier felt a certain emotion

that he was meeting for

Bunhelier started

There is something called compatibility among the Old Dragons. I suspected that one of them might be the cause of

into the ecosystem. He realized that just as all things

I made a plan

“......?”

He was

was feeling flustered. “However, I couldn’t do anything on my 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

Just by Trauka temporarily releasing his power, the rivers around the world

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

the world would disappear without a trace the moment he shot it? Grid couldn’t imagine it even

was possible to get rid

further. However, it was the moment

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

“Insurance?”

policy that turns back time the moment he dies or reverses

back time. It was an explanation that was familiar. For example, summoning one’s past

the Overgeared Guild could draw a picture with the ‘save’ function. This was also technically an intervention in the concept of time. Grid

kill Raiders, will

right. Or perhaps he can make the result

of fraudulent

the only one 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. He gained a companion named Grid and was no longer

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