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?”

expression hardened for the

there are insignificant things that exist

happen to be one of Bunhelier’s complexes. It was right to say that it was right below Dragon Words. It was to the point where he

from Nevartan for quite a long time. He clung to the humans who he regarded as insignificant, and polymorphed into a mouse to get out of various crises. Thanks to this,

guys... you resemble

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

I see... it might

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 as nonsense, but was accepted

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

the world and their quality wasn’t

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

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

attitude that

an 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 and easily made mistakes. It was a problem that he was aware of himself. He even knew why he was so easily

Old Dragons. He had many shortcomings. Why were their innate powers different when they were all Old

is no

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

understand what you are saying. It seems that

really

withstand the onslaught of Grid many

have to

was trying to live with humans didn’t seem to be a lie. Grid

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

back to the main point. It was enough to

were the

felt a certain emotion when

person that he was meeting for the first time in his

Grid, Bunhelier started to

suspicious of the other Old Dragons. There is something called compatibility among the Old Dragons. I

He realized that just as all things ate each other and were eaten, they

why I made a plan to get rid of

“......?”

that too extreme? He was the Evil Dragon

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

vaguely. Just by Trauka temporarily releasing his power,

the courage to confront the destructive power of

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

possible to get rid

further. However, it was the moment to confess to the only

even 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

“Insurance?”

an insurance policy that turns back time the moment

summoning one’s past and future self. Grid actually witnessed Baals’ power to intervene in the concept

now, even Picasso of the Overgeared Guild could draw a picture with the ‘save’ function. This was also technically an intervention in the concept of time. Grid wasn't shocked that Raiders

you kill Raiders, will the result change from ‘Raiders is dead'

perhaps he can make the result so

of fraudulent ability is

gaze toward Bunhelier was affectionate. Why was he 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

that bothered Bunhelier. “Why do