Overgeared

“I think his madness got worse, right?”

Zeratul clicked his tongue as he silently watched Grid disappeared and reappeared a few times using Shunpo, before finally disappearing underground.

Zeratul had been Grid’s enemy for many years and he only recently became an ally. He was able to evaluate Grid more objectively than anyone else. Zeratul thought that Grid, who didn’t seem to know his opponent, had been crazy since he was a human. Now looking at him, Grid seemed even crazier.

Breaking into Trauka’s lair? It was right that it was the best plan.

It was impossible to use a defense strategy when fighting against dragons. Dragons could destroy the fortresses that humanity built all over the continent with a single flap of their wings. Unless every city was covered with a lid, all of human civilization would disappear into ashes with a single Breath from a dragon.

The best strategy was to attack Trauka and force the dragons to take the defensive. The problem was that Grid was going alone. This went beyond arrogance and was suicidal.

“His Majesty is a bit far from normal, but he isn’t incapable of discerning things. He won’t overdo it. I think he will probably focus on buying time while we recover by attracting the attention of the enemy. I don’t know if it is a well-thought out plan or if he is just doing it instinctively, but...”

Lauel’s words trailed off as he was giving the explanation. Even he had a hard time seeing Grid’s true intentions. He was also distracted. It was because he heard that Nathaniel, who visited Grid in reality, talked meaningful nonsense. He didn’t think there was any solid basis for her prediction, but he was reluctant to just ignore it. He realized that his hair loss was going to worsen again for a while.

“Let’s take a break for now. I have to check the rewards I received.”

As Lauel was worrying about hair loss, the person with a bald head stepped in. Lauel became even more anxious, but he put aside his personal feelings for the time being.

“Yes, do so. I even opened special stats and new characteristics despite only being ranked 173 in the raid. However, I haven’t adapted to them, so I wasn’t able to use them properly against the angels. Those who performed greater than me have probably acquired skills, so I think you will all have to work hard for a while to adapt.”

“173rd? Why are you number 173? Why are you higher than me?”

The world message only mentioned the top 20 individuals who contributed to the defeat of Trauka. There was no way to figure out who was ranked more than 21st place unless they were a participant. Vantner’s ranking was 200th. He was far below Lauel, who retired from active duty a long time ago. Vartner couldn’t understand it at all.

Lauel shook his head. “You never blocked a Breath, right? Do you think a tank who failed to play the role of a tank deserves to be jealous of his colleagues?”

“Kraugel cut the Breath of the Fire Dragon. What do you expect me to do? Instead, I blocked magic and storms several times.”

Lauel said, “I changed the climate and weakened Trauka a little bit.”

“Didn’t you only weaken it by 0.01%?”

“Trauka was so powerful that this was enough to be recognized as the 173rd place contribution. Even if you managed to block some magic at most, the contribution of the tank who couldn’t save his allies and survived alone is bound to be lower than me.”

“What would people do if the magic exploded and caused splash damage...? This is unfair.”

“You are dwelling on trivial rankings. In any case, humans are greedy and narrow-minded. That’s why there are so many people obsessed with my secret techniques. Tsk.” Zeratul glared pitifully at Lauel and Vantner, who were arguing over something trivial. Then he sat down on the sand.

It was a situation where Saintess Ruby was looking after Braham. Zeratal had to recover on his own and he was capable of doing so. He changed the cycle of divinity and focused on recovery, causing his wounds to heal quickly. However, the various types of resources consumed when he used all types of martial arts were still depleted. He would have to recuperate for at least half a day to ensure full completion.

“4th place.”

“......?”

Zeratul was trying to concentrate on recovery when he doubted his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the half-dead person lying across from him.

“I guess being 4th place is embarrassing. That is why you dismiss and turn away, disparaging the rankings that contributed to defeating the Fire Dragon as insignificant.”

The identity of the half-dead person was Biban. He was still upset by Zeratul’s attitude of looking down on humans.

Zeratul’s temples twitched. “The guy who would be wandering through hell by now if it wasn’t for me is talking shamelessly. The way you are barking in an unruly manner is like seeing a dog.”

“I am 2nd place. Doesn’t this mean you are worse than a dog?”

arrived at the battlefield earlier than you, I would’ve been

allow him to say he would

“Your 2nd place reward would’ve been

keep barking? I am the Martial God. Are there only

about to explode.

atmosphere became unusual, Piaro approached. He

say anything, Zeratul opened

showed discomfort, but Piaro’s expression was bright. To him, being called a farmer wasn’t something to be ashamed of. It was a title that was higher and more precious than anything else. It was a job that

also understood—the experience of being able to breathe easier once Piaro caused all types of

no alcohol? Sometimes alcohol is made after

of drink did he ask from an apostle of a god? Someone should’ve scolded him, but everyone instead kept their mouths shut. It was because Piaro took out a jar and was gladly handing it to

good at looking at people. My wife is an elf.” Piaro raised his head. Proper communication was the

bottle and his face turned red again. “My anger is cooling down a bit. Maybe

“I’m flattered.”

yours? Let’s

“Okay.”

was a common occurrence to lie down and drink fruit wine. Looking back on it

necessarily

trouble even after drinking. He had an extremely short

to prove he was the Martial God felt fleeting. He just liked this moment. Fighting with some reliable people against incredibly strong opponents erased his complicated ideas and made him feel relieved. He was able to gladly

“You drink too.”

will do

to him and gulped down the alcohol. He didn’t like this lunatic who had been going around on a rampage for a long time while believing he was the Martial God, but it was clear he received this person’s help. He

“It is good.”

once Grid’s teacher—Biban realized that his world had become huge. It was good in many ways

other apostles

***

by an angel. It was lucky. It was

was treating Braham. It was a situation where the bleeding from the wounds that didn’t heal naturally

“I wasn’t lucky.”

sight of Grid covered in

“Your brother protected me.”

face, which was exhausted from using heals all

the risk of death because her brother took Rebecca’s side—she clearly knew that her brother was responsible for the terrible war that took place today, but she

he read her

stared

just because we like him. We just

that the same

“That is true.”

after the golden clouds disappeared. His heart gradually became lighter as he thought about how Mumud

angry. He was bothered that the topic of conversation

fought

the Old Dragons and Chiyou for nothing, and was defeated like this... he was the only one who didn’t participate in defeating Trauka and didn’t receive any rewards, so he

be different if he had become an Absolute, but he

down. Your

“...I’m becoming very angry.”

was the one who saved the subjugation force from being annihilated by Nevartan. He would rather not know for the rest

***

you disappointed in

Reidan Desert—Grid belatedly realized his mistake, ran to