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.

didn’t expect to be

At the very least,

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

Seuron’s performance must’ve impressed you quite a lot. The more I

aspects of hell’s

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

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

it was Satisfy or

***

[...Persistent guy.]

became even stronger by preying on

easy. Revola had simply seemed incompetent when the dragons had been watching

there was little 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

to

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 time they moved, their frozen scales would let out an ominous sound, receiving damage every time

powerful, especially when he didn’t have any allies around him. If Grid had fought Revola now, he

three dragons changed their strategy. They moved as far away as possible from Revola and shot a Breath once they were out of the range of the blizzard. The

might be great, but the scope of its influence was small. If they

[......]

He was watching the traitors’ movements

contemplating. During the Age of 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

‘I can’t handle it.’

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

to the old dragons. It was a

had already made a promise to

turn my back on the will of the foreign

be able to keep his promise if he became a top dragon

not Cranbel

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

[......]

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

Enough.

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

than killing us? Of course, we will devour at

dragon. They might

not to

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

thunderous voice echoed throughout

to the very

lightning strike

the middle of the other three, and he was larger than Revola, despite having enlarged his body with

body was covered in ice. It was none other than

and swung his tail, the scales of the lower-ranked

you, Revola. I benefited

Gulp.

eat. There was no hesitation

had been watching the scene, stunned. His face

you take the hearts

like you wouldn’t have betrayed your own people...

[......]

he hadn’t seriously