Overgeared

Song Juseop was very prideful. He had been practicing kendo from a young age and used to be the best in the country during middle school and high school. Even though he started focusing on his studies later than his peers, he graduated from a prestigious university. He turned his life around by realizing the potential of Grid’s skills during the First International Competition...

In many ways, he was not an ordinary person.

Even Song Juseop himself often wondered, ‘Could it be that I made some great contribution in my previous life and received a blessing from God?’

This was why he was a devout Christian, Catholic, and Buddhist.

...In any case, he was always full of confidence. He never felt intimidated when he had to prove himself in front of others.

But now it was different.

Failure was one of Grid’s first symbolic weapons. Juseop was very tense as he stood in front of the iron armor with a replica of Failure. He tried to control his breathing and concentrate, but he couldn’t calm down. Shin Youngwoo was standing right next to him. Youngwoo was just a young man wearing a simple tracksuit. He seemed ordinary at first glance, but was actually an extraordinary individual.

This was the person whom Song Juseop had longed to meet for so long. Could Song Juseop really talk in the same room as Grid? Swing a sword in front of Grid?

This was a dream come true. Juseop had always hoped for this day to come, but he never thought this would ever happen.

“......”

Youngwoo remained silent. He had become accustomed to others admiring him and was considerate of Song Juseop’s feelings. He knew why Song Juseop was nervous and didn’t offer him advice or encouragement. Youngwoo’s words could become a heavy burden for others.

‘It’s not like I have anything to say anyway.’

Song Juseop’s posture was flawless. It was a pity that his shoulder muscles were somewhat strained. His back and leg muscles weren’t relaxed either. However, this was a problem that could be solved if he relaxed a bit.

The problem was that he couldn’t relax...

‘Um.’

Even after a few minutes passed, Song Juseop’s trapezius muscle was still tense. Youngwoo couldn’t waste any more time. The more time passed, the more anxious Song Juseop felt. Youngwoo picked up a nearby broom, looked at Song Juseop and swung it.

"......!"

Song Juseop, who was trying to stop being tense and concentrate, trembled. Finally, he managed to focus. He captured a certain trajectory at the edge of his field of view. This was the perfect sword trajectory that Song Juseop had pursued for over twenty years.

He reacted reflexively.

He swung the greatsword in a straight line and struck the shining silver armor. A loud sound filled the room and vibrations traveled up Song Juseop’s arms. Pain flared in his muscles. Even though he wore gauntlets he himself had crafted, the tremendous shock passed through his fingertips, traveling all the way to his shoulders.

He frowned in pain and looked up in surprise. Youngwoo’s iron armor was intact except for a slight dent in the shoulder area. Just as expected. There was a reason the tremendous backlash had come close to shattering Song Juseop’s hands.

“Ha... Haha... Really... Really amazing.”

had crafted the armor in the same environment as him, using the same tools and materials. It had taken Youngwoo only nine hours to smelt iron, forge it into the desired shape and work on it to make it a nice

of work to craft his masterpiece—the imitation of Failure. However, his weapon didn’t stand a chance against the armor made by Youngwoo. Even after years of sharpening the blade every single day without exception,

disappointed, Song Juseop was

impressed with Youngwoo’s skills which resembled Grid’s in Satisfy, even though

work to be so great.

things they weren’t familiar with. The established theory was that the more one understood

to finally meet his role model, but he was also worried that he might end up disappointed and harbor disrespectful feelings toward him as a result of his

predictions had turned out wrong. Contrary to Song Juseop’s worries, Shin Youngwoo’s first piece of work was really well-made. Song Juseop had swung a greatsword that was over two meters long, but all he managed to do was

“...Grid?”

was suddenly worried. Youngwoo looked gloomy as he examined the

this armor just

take into consideration that it was made from mere iron. But it was really just armor. Could he withstand an onslaught of monsters without feeling any

the armor in place revealed its disastrous appearance. The place

leather on

by the previous blow while wearing the armor. His collarbone would’ve cracked

can I learn Impenetrable Skin

resurfaced. His brows

repaired without having to go through a complicated process? I know this

Juseop misunderstood why Youngwoo was uncomfortable. Youngwoo smiled awkwardly and felt sorry when he realized the

with the state of

of armor had been perfected only thanks to Youngwoo’s high

his so-called perfect armor could only reach this level in

angry. He wanted to get rid of the useless armor in front of his eyes. “Let me borrow your

Slash!

"......!!"

Youngwoo had hurt his hands from the impact because he wasn’t

something because you’ve practiced kendo for so long, but... You don’t strike with a sword. Stabbing or slashing the target is the best way to use a

“Ah...”

to leave anything more than a dent in

the armor that Youngwoo had crafted wasn’t invincible. That

I’ve never had to strike a piece of armor with a

Youngwoo in the eye. However, Youngwoo bowed his head respectfully and said,

Uhm... Grid, if you don’t mind, you can come and use this place anytime you want.

call me by my first name instead of Grid, I’ll

Ah! T-That’s right! I-I made

suggested you use my first name because I want to be friends with you, boss. If you call me by my

What are you

He probably needed more time to adjust

left Song’s Workshop. On the way home, he contacted a construction company he had worked with before. It was the best construction company

Kim? Let’s go tour

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