Overgeared

by Park Saenal

  –Heh… He is that big? Then what about Pagma? Who is Pagma?

  –Pagma? I’m not sure… This is the first time I’ve heard of him.

  Pagma and Braham were the greatest blacksmith and magician of all time, with numerous legends about them. NPCs were familiar with historical people like Pagma and Braham because they had been studying Satisfy’s history from a young age.

  But it was different for users. Unlike NPCs, users only investigated their own interests. Jishuka was an archer, so she didn’t know about Braham, while the magician Laella only knew about Braham and was completely unaware of Pagma.

  Jishuka gave an order to Vantner.

  “I want you to investigate who Pagma is.”

  If they knew who Pagma was, they could naturally grasp the identity of Grid, who was Pagma’s Descendant.

  ‘I originally hadn’t planned to dig deeper…’

  Grid was presumed to have a legendary hidden class. She couldn’t miss the chance to know what this class was.

  “Huh?”

  Jishuka’s eyes widened while she was lost in thought. It was because Grid’s body had started to float in the air.

  “Ah! The boots…! How is this possible?”

  Vantner was shocked after discovering that Grid was using Braham’s Boots. Didn’t Braham’s Boots have a level limit of 240? Meanwhile, Grid was only level 114. Originally, Grid shouldn’t be able to wear this item.

  ‘Actually, the cloak Grid is wearing is Malacus’ Cloak… I remember that Malacus’ Cloak has a level limit of 200.’ Jishuka recalled how Grid was able to wield Ibellin’s Thorn of Deep Grievance. ‘Maybe Grid can use all items, regardless of the conditions of use?’

  She kept being surprised the more she knew about Grid. Meanwhile, Grid flew to the ceiling of the collapsed underground space and said to the two of them.

  “I will return to the smithy first.”

  Peeng!

  Grid rose through the top of the ceiling and instantly disappeared from sight. Jishuka and Vantner cried out in admiration.

  “Kuk~~~~~! Amazing!”

  “…It is more amazing than I thought. This game truly is about the power of items. Right?”

  They imagined how awesome Grid looked flying around and wielding a greatsword. Maybe it would cause a big wave. A warrior who could fly had appeared! A warrior taking away the magic of magicians! The headlines continued in a similar manner.

  In fact, he was a blacksmith.

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 115

  A hunting ground near Winston that was a favourite for level 100 users.

  “Eh? What’s that?”

  The users struggling with monsters noticed a black dot approaching in the sky. Then they started murmuring.

  “It’s too big to be a bird. Is it perhaps a griffon?”

  “There are no griffon habitats in the area. But I don’t think there is anything else besides a griffon… It’s serious if it is a griffon. Will we die?”

  “U-Uh? A person?”

  The dot soon got closer. Surprisingly, the identity was revealed to be a user.

  “Wow… A second advancement magician.”

  “It’s my first time seeing a ranker up close. So cool!”

  “What is that thing shining next to him? A pet?”

  Kuwaaang!

  A man in a red cloak was flying through the sky! The object following him flashed in the blazing sun. The identity of the person was Grid. He flew through the sky without stopping and soon disappeared from the sight of the users.

  Then he reached a wide forest and stopped.

  ‘I’m out of mana.’

  He had already taken one mana potion. Then his mana became depleted again before the potion cooldown was over. Grid was forced to land on the ground.

  “Winston is beyond this forest. I can recover some mana while walking.”

  It was a deep forest.

  Grid measured the distance to Winston and looked at the frostlight orc chief’s helmet. After this forest, he would encounter a lot of people. The helmet was the sign of the Human Slaughterer so there would be a fuss.

  “I have to quickly replace this helmet.”

  Grid once again vowed to wear an awesome helmet that was suitable for a mythical hero, while the pavranium circled his head. It seemed to be in a good mood.

  “Are you excited to get fresh air after being trapped in a box for 300 years?”

  Grid asked while walking. But the pavranium didn’t answer. It was natural. It had a will, but it was just a mineral. It couldn’t carry out a conversation. But Grid continued to talk to it.

  “But aren’t you unbelievably fast? My flight speed was 100 meters in 7 seconds, yet you managed to keep up? Do you have tireless stamina as well?”

  Grid looked at the pavranium with affection. It was natural for a blacksmith to feel favorable towards the best minerals.

  “Kuwooh!”

  “Give it to me! Human! Your life! Flesh and bone! Separate!”

  Grid was carrying out a pleasant conversation (?) with pavranium when he was interrupted by sturdy orcs. They were armed with crude red leather and had a large wolf with them. Considering that they spoke the human language fairly well, they were obviously the wolf fang orcs known for being powerful among the various orcs.

  Grrrung.

  The wolf shook its nose. It was clearly reacting to the bloody smell coming from Malacus’ Cloak. It smelled the blood and led the orcs here. In addition…

  Kuuong! Kung!

  Kyaooooh!

  Various monsters such as ogres, goblins and snakes moved through the forest. In an instant, Grid was surrounded by 100 enemies.

  “Wow… What is this?”

  The users hunting nearby were surprised by the turmoil and came running. It was the first time they saw all types of monsters focusing on just one person.

  “That person is screwed.”

  “What did he do wrong that angered so many mobs?”

  “Tsk tsk~ purposely angering mobs like this~ he should hunt in moderation~”

  The people weren’t aware of the situation and talked among themselves.

  Syuok! Syuok!

  The goblin archers in the rear shot at Grid. The users saw the dark rain of arrows covering the sky and knew that Grid would die. But Grid’s high stats made him similar to a level 200 combat class. In addition, he’d observed Jishuka’s expert archery, so the goblin’s clumsy firing seemed like a kid’s prank to him.

  “Are there any idiots who would be killed by these arrows?”

  Grid laughed while holding the Ideal Dagger and aimed Wind Blast at the arrows.

  Kuwaaaang!

  Grid invested all the points he gained reaching level 114 into strength. The damage of Wind Blast was proportional to his attack power. Now that the power of Grid’s Wind Blast was upgraded, the level 100 goblins couldn’t endure it.

  “Kiek!”

  “Kyak!”

  The rain of arrows was neutralized and the goblin archers who had their arms or legs cut off collapsed with a scream. This was the signal for all monsters to simultaneously attack Grid.

  “Wearing the cloak was worthwhile!”

  Hunting had a direct correlation to levels!

  Grid swapped to Dainsleif and drank a mana potion. Then he used Wave and fired it all over the place. The monsters approaching him simultaneously collapsed. The ogres were durable enough to survive, but they were hit by Wave and slowed down by the debuff. They couldn’t threaten Grid with their slow movements and struggled in vain.

  Peeok! Pajik!

  “Keok!”

  Puoook!

  “Kkieek!”

  Wave killed most of the monsters in one blow, while Grid subdued the rest by killing them one by one. Meanwhile, the few remaining goblins fired arrows with all their might. A few arrows actually flew directly at Grid.

  “Che!”

  Grid was too caught up in killing and belatedly noticed the arrows. He braced himself for t
he pain. But the arrows didn’t reach Grid’s body.

  Kwajak! Kwajajajak!

  Pavranium rotated around Grid’s body and destroyed all the arrows.

  “Wow…”

  Was it normal for a class to have a strong offense and defense? The swordsman with the black greatsword killed the monsters with overwhelming attack power, while the metal pet protected the body. This balance seemed perfect.

  “That’s amazing… Excuse me, but what is your class?”

  Grid swept away the rest of the monsters with pavranium’s help and started picking up items. This gave the users a chance to barrage him with questions.

  “What is that gold object floating next to you? Is that a pet? Or maybe a new style of armor?”

  “Mister, how about you? Aren’t you actually a high level user? Why is a high level user hunting in a place like this? Is there anything good here?”

  “Mister~?”

  “Mister, are you deaf? Answer us.”

  The users here saw that Grid was in a crisis and no one tried to help. In addition, Grid was inherently unfriendly towards people. He had no obligation to answer the users’ questions.

  “This is too annoying. Fly.”

  Grid cried out to the annoying users and used Fly. Then he literally flew away in the sky.

  “…?”

  The users left behind were stunned and could only blink. After a few minutes, people in various communities around the world became interested in something.

  It was a place called Popo Forest near Winston. I hunted with my friend there and saw a high level user slaughtering mobs. Then after wiping out all the mobs, he flew away. A swordsman was flying?

  RnfkRk’s comment: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ A swordsman can’t fly ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

  Durururubam’s reply: A swordsman was flying? I’m a priest but I can’t use Heal. ㅂㅅ

  Black Dragon’s Right Arm’s comment: Kukuk… That swordsman was me… Kukukuk… I was careful but I never thought someone would witness it… Yare yare…

  Zkxhfm’s comment: Liar’s disease.

  Admiral’s comment: Did you mother eat seaweed soup on the day you were born?

  30,000 won Salary’s comment: Don’t write shit just to gain traffic.

  It was a terrible method. The users abused the poster who wrote about the flying swordsman, so the other witnesses no longer bragged about it. Thus, it was a temporary problem and the topic wasn’t mentioned any longer.

  In the meantime, Grid arrived at Khan’s smithy and ran straight to the furnace. He placed the pavranium in the furnace and controlled the temperature in order to determine the melting point.

  “It is 1,900 degrees.”

  The pavranium was so small that it was instantly smelted.

  “I don’t want to carry it around in an egg shape until I make the Vessel of the Soul, so I should transform it into something else…”

  But the volume was too small to produce a lot of items. The pavranium wasn’t enough to even make a dagger. In order to make an item, Grid would have to mix in other materials. However, he didn’t want to contaminate the pure pavranium.

  “Let’s be satisfied with changing the shape.”

  After being with the pavranium for a while, he noticed that it had a propensity to stay by the owner’s side for protection. He needed to take advantage of this feature.

  “A shape more suitable for defense than an egg… Ah!’

  Grid recalled Malacus’ shield.

  “He formed a disc-shaped shield with magic power at each attacked point, effectively blocking the attack…”

  Ttang! Ttang!

  Grid started carefully hammering. Then after a while, the pavranium became two disks. Each disc was slightly smaller than the palms of an adult.

  “Okay.”

  Grid finished the discs. The discs floated in the air before starting to revolve around Grid again. Grid felt reassured. It seemed like he could be protected from most attacks. Then Jishuka arrived at the smithy. Grid told her.

  “Shoot an arrow at me.”

  “Huh?”

  “Hurry.”

  “Hrmm, okay.”

  Jishuka saw the golden discs circling around Grid and noticed his intentions. Then she fired an arrow without hesitation.

  Syuk!

  Chaaeng!

  It was a beautiful sight. The two discs around Grid’s body flew in the direction of the arrow and fully stopped it.

  “That is great…”

  Jishuka’s expression wasn’t good, compared to her admiring words. Her ego was bruised.

  “It’s that simple to block? Did I shoot it too weakly?”

  “Hey, wait a minute…!”

  Grid was scared. Jishuka fired again, but this time she pulled the bowstring back to the maximum.

  Swaeek!

  “Aaaagh!”

  The arrow that contained all her power flew towards Grid’s death.

  Then!

  Jjejeong!

  “…Hah!”

  Grid and Jishuka let out a sound at the same time. Jishuka’s was a displeased sneer, while Grid was filled with delight.

  “This arrow can even pierce through steel… Isn’t this extremely durable? Like Braham said, it’s the peak of all minerals.”

  That’s right. The golden discs had perfectly blocked the arrow fired by Jishuka. But the impact was quite strong, so it couldn’t move for a little while after the point of collision. Then it started moving again after two seconds.

  ‘If it receives excessive shock, it is immobilized for two seconds…’

  If Jishuka continuously fired her strength arrows, the two discs wouldn’t be able to completely protect his body. Grid felt the need to complete this quest and obtain the rest of the pavranium.

  ‘But… If there are 27 more pavranium of this size, it won’t be enough to make armor… Well, it isn’t a problem. I can still use it.’

  Grid was flexible. Rather than striving to make a complete item with a limited volume of pavranium, it was best to maximize its efficiency by making several small items.

  ‘For example, attaching a blade made of pavranium to armor. The blade would move on its own to protect me from attacks I can’t react to, or if the enemy attacks me from an unexpected angle.’

  An item that could move on its own! If he cleared this quest and gained the remaining pavranium, he would be able to write the true history of the power of items. As Grid was overwhelmed with pleasure, someone knocked on the door of the smithy. Jishuka asked him.

  “These discs, they don’t need to be exposed to other people right?”

  “Of course. Isn’t it common sense to hide it?”

  “Yes.”

  Grid placed the discs in his inventory. Then the doors of the smithy opened. One knight and dozens of soldiers entered. They politely saluted to Grid and said.

  “Earl Steim is looking for you.”

  “Earl Steim? Lady Irene’s father?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh? Okay! Let’s go!”

  Why was the master of the north, one of the big powers in the Eternal Kingdom, looking for Grid? In the first place, it was strange that the high level NPC knight, famous for their arrogance, would act so respectfully towards a user.

  Jishuka watched the knight and soldiers escort Grid from the smithy and asked.

  “What is this?”

  Vantner’s armor production request needed to be delayed for a while.

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 116

  “Put that decoration here!”

  “Hey, the new curtain color doesn’t match the wallpaper. Change it back to the previous one.”

  “Chef! Is the food preparation finished?”

  “There’s dust left on the carpet! Clean again!”

  80 servants working in Winston Castle were busy. In a little while, Winston’s top VIP would be here. Earl Steim was the one who invited the VIP, but he didn’t look pleased.

  ‘I don’t like it….’

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bsp; Irene was Earl Steim’s only child. She was truly a lovely daughter. He was confident that she was the most beautiful and gentlest woman in the world. Therefore, he thought that her husband should at least be the prince of another country.

  Then!

  His precious daughter, famous for being aloof in social circles, had her heart taken by a con artist! What a blunder!

  “Hum hum hum~” Irene was smiling happily and humming to herself. She seemed like a new bride waiting for her husband.

  Earl Steim’s expression became increasingly darker. ‘That person called Grid… No matter how I think about it, he’s just a scammer.’

  Grid was the hero who saved Winston from the Mero Company and previous lord, and the one who made the Sword of Self-transcendence that was a new heirloom in their family. Above all, he saved Irene’s life.

  No, wasn’t it just words?

  He couldn’t believe that the young blacksmith who made the best sword would be skilled enough in the sword to kill Malacus, one of the Eight Servants, and rescue Irene from the remaining Yatan followers.

  It was impossible the more he thought about it. Perhaps Irene was deceived by him?

  ‘My daughter… You’re being fooled by a scammer… You don’t have any eye for men. Come on Grid! I will reveal that you are a scammer!’

  “Lord Earl.”

  A young man approached Earl Steim. His blond hair made him look like he was the protagonist of a romantic drama. His luxurious attire and elegant demeanor made it obvious that he was a noble.

  His name was Bland de Ian. He was the son of Earl Ashur, lord of the south, and a disciple of Earl Steim. In addition, he was Irene’s childhood friend. Having adored Irene since childhood, he was filled with greater anger and jealousy than Earl Steim.

  “I’ve thought about it all night, and that person called Grid is definitely a con artist.”

  Earl Steim nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. So let’s wait for him to come. We will reveal the truth!”

  “Yes!”

  Then after a while.

  Earl Steim, Bland and Irene anxiously waited for Grid with different feelings. Grid was delivered by a knight and kneeled down in front of Earl Steim.

  “I greet the great lord of the north, Earl Steim.”

  Grid usually wore scruffy beginner’s clothing, but he was worried about meeting nobles. On the way to the castle, he stopped by a clothing store and bought clothes worth one gold. But while the one gold clothes might seem luxurious for beginners, it looked cheap even for mid level users, and the materials weren’t good. In the eyes of the nobles, he was like a beggar.