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

thanks to human aspirations, there are insignificant things that exist and... looks

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 almost felt hostility toward Grid, who was unpleasant digging into that area. However, Bunhelier

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

resemble elves

Dragons. They 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 just by looking at

I see... it might seem

skyrocketed since he recently shared deep love with his wives. Bunhelier’s claim that he resembled a beautiful elf wasn’t dismissed as

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

the world and their quality wasn’t

the malicious insult unpleasant and instead mused

reproached himself for not being able to

attitude that

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

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 dissatisfaction

is

provoke me? Is it to give myself a chance

you are saying. It seems that my front feet

this really an Old

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

have

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

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

point. It

thoughts were

honesty. Bunhelier felt a certain emotion when Grid fully understood his

meeting for the first time in

a Grid, Bunhelier started to

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

ecosystem. He realized that just as all

a plan to get rid of

“......?”

was the Evil Dragon for a

Grid 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

humanity had also experienced it vaguely. Just by Trauka temporarily releasing his power, the rivers around the

Finally, I didn’t have the courage to confront

a trace the moment he shot it? Grid couldn’t imagine it even though

to get rid of Raiders,

suddenly closed his mouth. He hesitated because his pride was too hurt to explain further. However, it was the moment to confess to the only person who understood.

if I was lucky enough to succeed in

“Insurance?”

policy that turns back time the moment he dies or

was an explanation that was familiar. For example, summoning one’s past and

abilities. Right 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 could turn back time. He surprisingly

For example, if you kill

Or perhaps he can make the result so that I

of fraudulent

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 to Bunhelier. He

bothered Bunhelier. “Why do you use an