Overgeared

The tower members were born as ordinary human beings who’d gained eternal life and had confronted dragons.

Their stories could fill over a hundred books. Their lives were considered miraculous by default. Therefore, finding some inspiration in the concept of miracles had long been a challenge for them, considering their background.

“I’m back.”

But Hayate’s resurrection...

“Hayate!”

“Lord Hayate!”

It reminded the tower members of the value of miracles.

The sight of them crying, laughing and hugging each other made their noses runny from holding back tears.

Seuron found Lauel, approached and whispered, “Tell Katz to keep his promise.” He was careful not to ruin the friendly atmosphere with his serious attitude.

Lauel laughed. “Have you perhaps changed a lot?”

“No? I was always like this. I’m ruthless only toward my enemies.”

The Black and White sisters interjected. “Aren’t you the one so blinded by fame that you don’t care about anything else?”

“Speak for yourself.”

Seuron and the sisters were arguing with each other.

“I truly owe all of you,” Lauel politely told the three of them. “I will never forget your brilliant performance.”

It seemed that Knight had fully informed him of what had happened.

The Black and White sisters, who didn’t get along well with others, felt embarrassed and left the place.

“We are planning to expand the Overgeared vampire branch... Are you interested in joining the Overgeared Guild? It would make me happy if you took charge of the branch.” Lauel suggested to Seuron.

This was one of the reasons why Lauel was considered one of the important contributors to building the empire. To sum things up, he was obsessed with talent. If he spotted someone who was talented in a certain field, he would reach out to them.

It sometimes took years to verify if someone could be trusted or not. That was why he needed a competent inspector named Knight, but in any case... The gathering of talent in the empire was the result of a combination of Grid’s connections and Lauel’s initiative.

“I’m not interested,” Seuron replied without giving it much thought.

It was a surprising answer. Seuron had hundreds of guild members. If he could join the Overgeared Guild and gain support, he would benefit tremendously. Lauel hadn’t expected him to refuse.

“If I become a part of the Overgeared Guild, who will I fight with later?”

“That... This is an answer I’ve heard from someone else...”

“Are there more people like me? I’m glad.”

Seuron laughed cheerfully.

“Everyone has different reasons for playing the game, but at the very least, my colleagues and I get the most fun out of war. There are quite a few skilled production workers in the guild. Someday, I will have a good assortment of resources and compete with the empire properly. There will be a war. That way, I can sit on a cushion of money if I acquire a few mines or something.”

“I’ve heard something similar from someone else...”

Seuron waved lightly and left.

to be refused...

he would remain the enemy of the Overgeared Guild. At the very least, he’d expressed his intention to challenge them honestly, without relying on the usage of dirty methods. It wasn’t something to be anxious

concern, “He still shouldn’t cross the line

lot. The more I think about it,

was truly amazing. Of course, some aspects of

pity, but it can’t be helped. He has my respect because he

a player. If a big crisis occurred, something similar to the great human and demon war, he

it was

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[...Persistent guy.]

who rebelled against the ice dragon Revola became even stronger by preying on their wounded kin. Now they were aiming for the hierarchy of

wasn’t easy. Revola had simply seemed incompetent when the dragons had been watching

the volume of this guy became 1.5 times larger than usual once he covered his blue scales with solid ice. Both physically and mentally, he was like a statue that

good to waste time

cool down the temperature. It seemed like the whole area would soon enter the realm of absolute zero, so the three dragons became nervous. In fact, every

have any allies around him. If Grid had fought Revola now, he

once they were out of the range of the blizzard. The energy of an old dragon could cover

be great, but the scope of its influence was small. If they could unleash a powerful attack without entering his range, then there was enough

[......]

the ice, Revola looked serene. He was watching the traitors’ movements

wasn't small. He considered that, even if he didn’t eat the hearts of these traitors, he would still reach the hierarchy of a top

‘I can’t handle it.’

only two top dragons left. It was the highest level that Revola could

but his physical ability and magic power would become threatening enough to the old dragons. It was a

Revola had already made

my back on the will of the foreign

his promise if he became a top dragon and took on

Cranbel

was half-hearted. He couldn’t rule out the possibility of breaking his promise to Grid and living as a servant of the

[......]

of the Breaths, which were weakened from breaking through the snowstorm and his ice armor. He tried taking advantage of

Enough.

aware of the difference in strength between them and Revola. They realized why Revola had been defeated by a mere god. It wasn’t because he was weak or incapable.

do

answer other than killing us? Of course, we will devour at

was a dragon. They might break,

try not to kill

dragons and their unbreakable fighting spirits now made clear

then, a thunderous voice echoed throughout the

are hesitating to the very

strike swiftly

the three dragons were ripped off. A dragon stood in the middle of the other three, and he

majesty even though his entire body was covered in ice. It was none other than the top

the scales of the lower-ranked dragons were repeatedly ripped off. Then,

Revola. I benefited thanks to your

Gulp.

eat. There was no hesitation

been watching the scene, stunned. His face

you take the hearts of your

indecisive guy like you wouldn’t have betrayed your own people... Of course, these guys

[......]

you are going to blame someone, blame Cranbel. If he hadn’t seriously injured me, I would’ve thought twice