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?”

the battlefield earlier than you,

would be 1st

“Your 2nd place reward would’ve

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

was about to explode.

became unusual, Piaro approached.

say anything,

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

experience of being able to breathe easier once Piaro caused all types of plants to grow in the desert heated

no alcohol? Sometimes alcohol is made after

ask from an apostle of a god? Someone should’ve scolded him, but everyone instead kept their mouths shut. It was because Piaro

at looking at people. My wife is an elf.” Piaro raised his

the bottle and his face turned red again. “My anger is cooling down a bit. Maybe it is because your wife is from a race that makes alcohol from dew.

“I’m flattered.”

yours?

“Okay.”

and had nothing to do, so it was a common occurrence to lie down and drink fruit wine. Looking back on

isn’t necessarily

even after drinking. He had an extremely

it. All the years he spent doing nonsense 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

“You drink too.”

I will

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

“It is good.”

grain wine that contained the beliefs of a farmer who was once Grid’s teacher—Biban realized that his world had become huge. It was good in many ways compared

and other apostles started to gather

***

once by an angel. It was lucky. It was

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

“I wasn’t lucky.”

recalled the sight of Grid covered in blood while fighting

“Your brother protected me.”

using heals

today, but she didn’t blame him. She was so thankful. She was proud and happy that her brother, who used to have no

read her

he stared at

our lives isn’t just because we like him. We just believe

that the

“That is true.”

His heart gradually became lighter as he thought about how Mumud

was bothered that the topic of conversation of the people who suddenly

fought Trauka

fight between the Old Dragons and Chiyou for nothing, and was defeated like this... he was the only one who didn’t participate in

might be different if he had become an Absolute, but he almost died

Calm down. Your wounds

“...I’m becoming very angry.”

yet that he was the one who saved the subjugation force from being annihilated by Nevartan. He would

***

disappointed in

of Reidan Desert—Grid belatedly realized his