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

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

It was to the point where he almost felt hostility toward Grid, who was unpleasant digging into that area. However, Bunhelier had

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, he was barely able to suppress the

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 as humans distinguishing a dragon just by looking at their

I see... it

he recently shared deep love

“......”

Bunhelier closed his mouth.

be the subject of the world and their quality wasn’t outstanding. It must be a species

each other. He didn’t find the malicious insult unpleasant and instead mused on it. It was a

reproached himself for not being able to hide his anger the

have the attitude

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

had many shortcomings. Why were their innate powers different when they were

there is no

myself a chance to reflect on my usual self, who

it, I understand what you are saying. It seems that my front feet

this really an Old

that Bunhelier was able to withstand the onslaught of Grid many times when Grid was specially trained by Huroi, who acquired provocation-related skills

have to

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, as the relieved tower members

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

main point. It was

were the

felt a certain

person that he was meeting for the first time in his

such a Grid, Bunhelier started

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

the Old Dragons into the ecosystem. He realized that just as all things ate each other

why I made a plan to get rid

“......?”

He was the Evil Dragon for

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

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

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

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

to

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 a surprise attack and kill

“Insurance?”

is an insurance policy that turns back time the

familiar. For example, summoning one’s past and future

were several other beings with time-related 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 accepted it calmly. However, the explanation of reversing the

outcome? For example, if you kill Raiders, will the result change from ‘Raiders is dead' to ‘not

make the result so that I

type of fraudulent

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

was just one thing that bothered Bunhelier. “Why