Overgeared - Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: 1275

“Did you eat first today? Sorry, I should’ve woken up a bit earlier . ”

A broad smile and a relaxed tone—who would’ve believed that Agnus was the owner of the eyes that were warmer than the sun? The nickname of ‘Mad Dog’ might be too harsh for him .

‘ . . . What?’

The doctor, Hera, watched Agnus’ gentleness and shook her head . Was it normal for a human to treat the dead as a lover? He truly was as crazy as the rumors .

“ . . . Are you going to be harassing people tonight?”

A month—this was how long the doctor Hera had been captured by Agnus . Of course, she could run away at any time . She was a player and the only thing that could bind a player’s freedom was the laws of the nation and the power of certain NPCs .

However, Hera didn’t run away from Agnus . In the first week, it was because she was afraid . Later, she became interested . Why on earth did he love a rotting doll?

In this stinking dining room, Agnus kissed the rotting cheek of a doll in a beautiful dress . Then he turned to Hera . The eyes that seemed like sunshine cooled down like mercury . “You are asking something obvious . The march of the night won’t stop until the only living people on this land are the three of us . ”

“Three . . . you, me, and who else?” Hera asked with courage as she alternated looking between the doll staring at the ceiling with no focus and the lich hiding in the shade of a tree and carving a jewel .

Agnus responded like it was absurd, “Are you joking?”

He looked like he didn’t understand . Hera saw his hand on the doll’s shoulder and was forced to admit it—Agnus believed that the doll with the name ‘Luna Carlin’ above her head was alive . The fork, which had been in a precarious state for quite some time, fell under the table . It was the fork held in Luna Carlin’s hand . The plate in front of her was untouched .

However, it looked different in Agnus’ eyes . “You ate everything . Then I’ll get rid of it . ”

Agnus threw the leftovers and utensils into the trash can and turned his attention to the lich Pauld . Pauld’s appearance was no different from when he was alive apart from his skin being strangely white and cold . He was an eternal youth apart from the fact that he wasn’t breathing .

Agnus asked, “Are you done?”

“Yes . ”

Pauld gave Agnus the ring that he had been carefully crafting over the past week . The Ring of Absurdity—Pauld’s masterpiece that reduced the consumption of all resources was revived more brilliantly to reflect the new era . Agnus placed the beautiful, shining ring on his finger and laughed . “I can do even more tonight . ”

The night was sure to come . A cold night that subdued the divine flames soaking this land . Once it came, the dead would crawl out and harm the living . Every day, the number of living would decrease and the number of dead would increase .

Agnus smiled coldly and stared at the palace in the distance . “You should’ve just given it to me . ”

***

Blacksmiths were those who touched iron filled with heat . Blacksmiths were never afraid of fire . However, fire to this extent . . .

“Oh . . . !”

Grid started to use the bellows and the reddish furnace affected the smithy . It wasn’t this hot even standing in the middle of Reidan’s desert . The bodies of the blacksmiths behind him immediately became drenched in sweat . Someone immediately took off their clothes and threw them away . He was worried that his clothes wouldn’t be able to withstand the heat and would burn . The heat was this hot .

“Th . . . is . ”

The 1st ranked blacksmith, Panmir—even he couldn’t stand it and had to take a step back . He was deprived of his ability to breathe in this heated space and wanted to run out like the other blacksmiths . However, he endured it and kept watching . The best flames produced by the best blacksmith were imprinted in his eyes and mind . The goal of his life was reformed in this moment .

“Cough, cough . . . !” Panmir eventually couldn’t stand it and left the smithy .

“Gasp . . . Gasp . . . ”

Grid’s use of the bellows accelerated even more . The furnace in front of him was an orange color and was on the verge of melting . Even so, Grid didn’t stop the bellows . They were fast but regular movements . He stepped on the bellows like it was a sword dance .

The fire stone in the furnace still had its original shape . It seemed to be ridiculing him for trying to dominate it with this much after it endured the fire dragon’s breath for 200 years . The surface of the furnace started to melt, but the fire stone in the furnace was still fine . This stone was far beyond the flames . It seemed to be whispering to Grid to bring it on .

However, Grid just smiled . “Let’s see who will win in the end . ”

There was still quite a lot of white phosphorus wood in Grid’s inventory . It was a quantity that could make at least 300 items . The hundreds of firewood were poured into the furnace . It was without leaving behind a single one .

He focused on this moment without thinking about the consequences . He was convinced this was the only way he could beat that guy . A legendary blacksmith . No, it was a calculation that was possible because he was a blacksmith who confronted a god .

The heat was unparalleled . The heat wasn’t in the realm that a legendary blacksmith could endure . At least, if Grid wasn’t the Duke of Fire nor had the red phoenix’s protection .

There wouldn’t be a single person who could stay in the smithy right now . The furnace exploded . It might be able to contain ultra-high heat, but it was only a work of humanity . The work of humanity couldn’t endure the true heat of the white phosphorus wood grown from seeds sown by gods .

The flames grew out of control . It moved like a tsunami that hit Grid and swallowed the entire smithy . Then the smithy exploded . The first smithy, which housed hundreds of furnaces and was the largest smithy in Reinhardt’s blacksmithing district, was easily reduced to ashes .

“Aack!”

“This . . . this is unbelievable!”

Panmir was glad to hear the voices . The blacksmiths who stood across the street and watched the smithy were fortunate enough to avoid any serious injuries . It was just that the mental shock they experienced was unbearable . How big were the flames to cause the smithy to explode?

Beep!Beep!

Whistles rang throughout the city . The onlookers gathered around the dazed blacksmiths . The security force arrived one step earlier and tried to stop them from entering the scene of the explosion, only to pause . It was due to Knight Royman’s command, “Stand by . ”

“ . . . . . . ”

The entire area became calm like it was holding its breath . The outline of the smithy swallowed up in the flames slowly started to be seen . A building with only the skeleton left . Grid stood in the middle of the blackened ruins . The orange molten stone flowing like spring water from the furnace caught people’s attention .

Stagger .

Grid struggled to take steps as he caught the molten stone and pulled out an anvil . He didn’t use a mold as always . Hammering began in the silence . The forging and quenching processes were repeated . Every hit caused ferocious flames to appear and the molten stone gradually took shape .

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the people watching discovered the identity was a ‘sword . ’ It was a long and laborious task .

Kaaang!Kaaang!Kaaang! Slowly but surely, the form became perfect . After being quenched several times, the red-hot blade gradually cooled down .

Kaaang!Kaaang!Kaaang! The flames calmed down . The fire stone finally accepted Grid’s touch and was transformed into a blade . Then Grid started to sharpen it .

“Uh . . . Uwah . . . ”

“Is this the work of a human being like us . . . ?”

The blade that regained its light after being polished was as transparent as glass . The wavy marks created during the forging process were faintly visible, making the blade more beautiful .

“ . . . Gulp . ”

The blacksmiths on the street had a gut feeling . Every night, they would dream of making that beautiful blade with their own hands . They would dream and then feel despair every morning when they realized it was an unachievable dream .

In the silence that continued again after the admiration, Grid poked the blade with his finger and a clear sound echoed . It was a clear resonance that they would never hear again in the future . The ordinary people and blacksmiths started to tremble . The tens of thousands of people gathered on the streets didn’t dare to speculate on the value of the work that Grid had just created .

Then a strange voice permeated Grid’s ears . It was the voice of the new sword that Grid would often hear in the future .

-Human who made me surrender when I didn’t give in to the fire dragon, even if you are far away, you are my only master .

[The Fire Dragon Sword has been completed . ]

[Producing a myth rated item has permanently increased all stats by +20 and reputation throughout the continent has increased by +1,000 . ]

“ . . . !”

“ . . . !”

“ . . . !”

The blacksmiths, soldiers, knights, and even ordinary people couldn’t shut their mouths . The beautiful sword that Grid had just created floated around Grid . All of a sudden, Grid swung the sword toward the sky . It was his greeting to welcome the Fire Dragon Sword .

The light sword cut through the air . The transparent Fire Dragon Sword was dyed red and a trail of red light remained as an aftereffect . The residual light caught fire . It was then transformed into a massive, ferocious flame that ascended to the sky . The sky seemed to be falling .

Grid slowly stroked the Fire Dragon Sword against the red-colored sky . “Let's get along well in the future . "

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