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

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

out of concern, “He still shouldn’t

that Seuron’s performance must’ve impressed you quite a lot. The more I think about it, the more I feel it is a waste for him to reject

some aspects of hell’s

can’t be helped. He has my respect because he

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

it was Satisfy or

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[...Persistent guy.]

against the ice dragon Revola became even stronger by preying on their

when the dragons had been watching from the sidelines

of this guy became 1.5 times larger than usual once he covered his blue scales with solid ice. Both physically

isn’t good 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

Revola now, he would’ve experienced a phenomenon where all of the items he was wearing would become frozen and gradually fail to

Breath once they were out of the

of his energy itself might be great, but the scope of its influence was small. If they could unleash a powerful attack without entering his

[......]

Revola looked serene. He was watching the traitors’ movements with his blue eyes. He would

Oblivion, how many hearts of his own kin had he eaten? He was certain that the number 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

‘I can’t handle it.’

of Oblivion, there were only two top dragons left. It was the highest level that Revola could realistically

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

Revola had already made a promise

will turn my back on the will of the foreign

a top dragon and took on greater responsibilities?

Cranbel

and less ambitious than Kubartos. He was half-hearted. He couldn’t rule out the possibility of breaking his promise to

[......]

endured the power of the Breaths, which were weakened from breaking through the snowstorm and his ice armor. He tried taking advantage of the gaps in his enemies’ attacks when they were reloading their Breaths, only to stop

Enough.

between them and Revola. They realized why Revola had been defeated by a mere god. It wasn’t because he was weak or incapable. Grid was simply

do with

other than killing us? Of course, we

lower-ranked dragon was a dragon. They might break, but they didn’t

not to

their unbreakable fighting spirits now made clear

voice

hesitating to

strike

dragons were ripped off. A dragon stood in the middle of the other three, and he was larger than Revola, despite having enlarged his body

even though his entire body was

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

benefited thanks to your foolish

Gulp.

eat. There was no hesitation

had been watching the scene, stunned.

you take the hearts of your own

betrayed your own

[......]

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