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.

expect to be

had proudly declared that 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

“He still shouldn’t cross

impressed you quite a lot. The more I think about it, the more I feel it is a

aspects of hell’s environment were

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

important than anything, Seuron was a player. If a big crisis occurred, something similar to the great human and demon war, he would eventually cooperate

whether it

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[...Persistent guy.]

dragon Revola became even stronger by preying on their wounded kin. Now they were

simply seemed incompetent when the dragons had been watching from the sidelines

from the aftereffects of losing to Grid, 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 could never be broken. Therefore, he firmly endured most

to waste time like

the whole area would soon enter the realm of absolute zero, so the three dragons became nervous. In fact, every time they moved, their frozen scales would let out an ominous

have any allies around him. If Grid had fought Revola now, he would’ve experienced a phenomenon where all

far away as possible from Revola and shot a Breath once they were out of the range of the blizzard. The energy of an old dragon could cover the entire world. However, Revola was only

might 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

[......]

He was watching the traitors’ movements with his blue

own kin had he eaten? He was certain that the number wasn't small. He

‘I can’t handle it.’

of Oblivion, there were only two top dragons

old dragons, he wouldn’t possess absolute power, but his physical ability and magic power would become threatening enough to the old dragons. It was a great burden to shoulder that

already made a promise

my back on the will of the

he became a top dragon and took on greater responsibilities? Revola couldn’t

Cranbel

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

[......]

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

Enough.

and Revola. They realized why Revola had been defeated by a

should I do with you

than killing us? Of course,

a lower-ranked dragon was a dragon.

not to kill

and their unbreakable fighting spirits now made clear to Revola, he prepared for a

then, a thunderous voice echoed

hesitating to

lightning strike

dragons were ripped off. A dragon stood in the middle of

his majesty even though his entire body was covered in ice. It

time Kubartos shot a Breath and swung his tail, the scales of the lower-ranked dragons were repeatedly ripped off. Then, three still pulsating hearts

I benefited thanks to

Gulp.

eat. There was

watching the scene, stunned. His face twisted

you take the hearts of your

guy like you wouldn’t have betrayed your own

[......]

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