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

calm. 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,

of concern, “He still shouldn’t cross the line lest he summons

I take it 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

was truly amazing. Of course, some aspects of hell’s environment were advantageous

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

crisis occurred, something similar to the great human and demon war, he would eventually cooperate with the Overgeared

it was Satisfy or

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[...Persistent guy.]

stronger by preying on

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

room to attack once actually facing him as an enemy. Despite suffering 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

good to waste

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 sound, receiving damage every time they rubbed against

fought Revola now, he

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

of its influence was small. If they could unleash a powerful attack without entering his range, then there

[......]

looked serene. He was watching the traitors’ movements with

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

‘I can’t handle it.’

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

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

already made a promise

my back on

to keep his promise if he became a top dragon and took

Cranbel

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

[......]

his ice armor. He tried taking advantage of the gaps in his enemies’ attacks when they were reloading their Breaths, only

Enough.

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

should I do with you

Of course, we will devour at least one

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

not to kill

of the dragons and their unbreakable fighting spirits now made clear to Revola, he prepared

then, a thunderous voice echoed throughout

to

lightning strike

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

who showed off his majesty even though his entire body was covered in

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

benefited thanks

Gulp.

There was no hesitation in Kubartos’

had been watching the scene, stunned. His face twisted in a

the hearts of your

you wouldn’t have betrayed your

[......]

someone, blame Cranbel. If he hadn’t