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

This was the man who 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

shouldn’t cross the line lest he summons

lot. The more I think about it, the

aspects of hell’s environment were advantageous to

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

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

it was Satisfy or

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[...Persistent guy.]

three dragons who rebelled against the ice dragon Revola became even stronger by preying on

when the dragons had been watching from the sidelines

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

good to waste time like

would soon enter the realm of absolute zero, so the three dragons became nervous. In fact, every time they moved,

allies around him. If Grid had fought Revola now, he would’ve experienced a phenomenon where all of the items he was wearing would become frozen and gradually fail

shot a Breath once they were out of the range of the

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 room to

[......]

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

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

‘I can’t handle it.’

the Age of Oblivion, there were only two top

old dragons. It was a great burden to shoulder that much responsibility, especially since there were

Revola had already made a

will turn my back on the will of the foreign

to keep his promise if he became a

Cranbel or

rule out the possibility of breaking his promise to Grid and living as a servant of the foreign god

[......]

snowstorm and his ice armor. He tried taking advantage of the

Enough.

They realized why Revola had been defeated by a mere god. It wasn’t because he was

do with

course, we will devour at least one

was a dragon.

try not to kill

and their unbreakable fighting spirits now made clear

then, a thunderous voice echoed throughout

are hesitating to the very

strike swiftly

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

entire body was covered in ice. It was none other than the

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 suddenly

Revola. I benefited

Gulp.

eat. There was no

the scene, stunned. His

the

your own

[......]

If he hadn’t seriously injured me, I