Overgeared

nvinced that the grandmaster was alive and knew they eventually meet again. He just didn’t know if it would be good for him.

“Did you calm down?” Grid removed the hand that was blocking Ke’s mouth. The agitated Ke soon felt exhausted and calmed down.

Grid tried to appease the dwarf who was acting as a child, “I have no intention of ignoring or denying you.
I just restrained you because the words you would’ve spoken could’ve placed you in danger.”

Ke was surprised. His words would endanger him? There was some truth in it.

“That’s right…
I received misfortune every time I told this story.
Perhaps it is the curse of the gods?”

For the dwarves, the ‘curse of a transcendent existence’ wasn’t a strange concept. It was the dwarves who had been plagued by the dragon Trauka for hundreds of years. Ke shuddered and looked around.
A chill went down his spine at the thought that someone was watching him from somewhere.

Grid reassured him, “You don’t have to be so anxious.
You are safe as long as you are by my side.”

“…”

Grid’s dignity and charm stats were very high.
He also excelled at utilizing stats through his items. Grid, who greatly raised his dignity and charm with the king’s sword and crown, asserted Ke of his safety confidently, and Ke felt a deep sense of trust and relief.

[Affinity with the dwarf ‘Ke’ has increased by 3.]

“…I will leave you now.
The castle will be repaired and enlarged like I promised the other day.
Rest assured and focus on creating the new mineral,” Ke’s tone became a bit more polite.

It was very encouraging for Grid that he managed to slightly raise his affinity with Ke, who had lived for hundreds of years and witnessed the legends of the past. Grid thought for a while, but he thought it was too early to pull out the imperial palace’s blueprint.
In the first place, he had the blueprint in mind for Eat Spicy Jokbal.

Eat Spicy Jokbal still hadn’t joined the Overgeared Guild, but he had unknowingly given a lot of help to the Overgeared Guild.
The dungeons he built around Reinhardt attracted monsters and protected small villages while providing hunting grounds to beginner, intermediate, and high level players. 

‘I’m not a fool.
I will never build a dungeon for the Overgeared Guild’ was something he was still saying despite several years of actions showing otherwise.

He used the excuse of helping his niece Elizabeth, but the members of the Overgeared Guild knew better. Eat Spicy Jokbal had been cooking with Poison Master Edan and provided meals to the Overgeared members, so he was now well-liked. It was just that a shackle was holding back his decision. Eat Spicy Jokbal wanted to join the Overgeared Guild but hesitated for some reason. 

Grid didn’t know the exact reason. At first, it seemed to be because he was deprived of the dragon egg, but that didn’t seem to be the case anymore.

‘Every person has their own circumstances…’

Eat Spicy Jokbal was the deep figure who founded and ran the dark organization called Blood Carnival.
It would take a lot of time to open his mind and know his story.

Grid suppressed his thoughts and started to use the bellows. The temperature of the furnace quickly reached the level that Grid wanted. The smelting process had to be carried out separately because adamantium, the insane dragon iron, black mithril, and Berith’s Hoof all had different melting points.
It was a task that couldn’t be done quickly in a short period of time.

‘Concentrate.’

The metal melted in the flames. All four minerals had different shapes and colors, but they all glowed red after being smelted.
The heat rose quickly, causing Grid’s body to be drenched in sweat.
If Grid wasn’t a blacksmith or a legend, he might’ve retreated or fallen down in great pain from the heat. It was because of this that Grid could be as calm as someone in a sauna.
Of course, he didn’t relax.
In order to smelt and mix the five minerals including pavranium, it was necessary to not relax for even 0.1 second.
 

“Let’s meet again with a new appearance.”

A golden blade…

The pavranium floating around Grid threw itself into the furnace. This was the moment when the Blade Aiming at the Gods—which had the characteristics of summoning the ‘golden clouds’ and the ‘god hands’ with a low probability after being attacked but was unable to play a large role due to Grid’s bad luck—disappeared from the world. The newly reborn pavranium would be more active than the pavranium in the God Hands era.

He vowed again and again. Grid succeeded in smelting the pavranium and finally tried to mix it.

[Pavranium, created with the skills and knowledge of the legends, has been reborn at your fingertips.]

[A very high dexterity has been detected.]

[The legendary blacksmith’s techniques has led to the creation of a new mineral.]

[Potential knowledge has been detected.]

[The characteristics of Duke of Wisdom are helping in the progression of the mineral creation.]

[Several epics have been detected.]

[The stories you are made of are soaking into the new minerals.]

A bright light filled the smithy and extended to the outside. It might be shabby compared to Saharan’s red energy which covered all of the imperial capital, but the golden glow in the centre of Reinhardt was a magnificent sight that caught everyone’s eyes.

[Congratulations! You have succeeded in creating a new mineral!]

[Please name the new mineral!] 

A substance that had never existed was born at Grid’s fingertips. It was a ‘Grid-only item’ that went beyond the concept of ‘class-specific items’ held by hidden classes.

“Ah…”

How much adversity and hardships had he overcome to reach this moment? The sentimental Grid opened his mouth, “The name of the new mineral is…”