Chapter 486 (1/2)
Chapter 486
Ttang! Ttang!
Grid’s production of Mjolnir lasted 10 days and nights. It was his desire to create a perfect work. Braham was amazed.
‘This guy’s concentration...'
It was truly beyond imagination. It was more than when Pagma made the pavranium. It felt like he was looking at Mumud researching magic.
‘...A genius of effort.’
Grid’s overall talent was lacking when compared to Mumud and Pagma. In the first place, he wasn’t someone who could be placed on the same level as such geniuses. But his effort and will to pursue the best wasn’t lacking. Braham saw this very positively.
‘There is no talent as important as effort. Well, if he had extra talent than he could grow a lot faster than he is now.’
It was really great when seeing it, but also very poor. Braham tsked and felt sorry.
“Shit... This time is also a failure.”
Grid threw the unique rated Mjolnir back into the furnace. He was exploiting the fact that adamantium and the drake’s fangs had a very high durability. He would repeatedly destroy and remake it until Mjolnir was finished with a legendary rating.
'Hah, this guy really... He’s starting that hard work again from the beginning?’
Braham didn’t know how many times it had been already. Maybe Grid would repeat this for the next few months. Braham realized that Grid’s determination was at a fearsome level.
***
”Grid is still at the smithy?”
Grid had been stuck in the smithy for a fortnight.
”He should be devoting himself to hunting while the experience buff is still present. Why is he making items now?”
“Yes. He isn’t lacking weapons. He’s wasting the experience buff.”
Some of the Overgeared members couldn’t understand it. But Jishuka, Lauel, Regas, Pon, Ibellin, etc. Those who were classified as geniuses understood Grid’s feelings.
”He has to solve the problem first.”
”Rationally, Grid knows that this is wrong.”
“But he would rather place satisfaction before efficiency.”
”It’s so his motivation can burn until the end. Yes.”
”...”
It was true that the difference between a genius and a fool was one sheet of paper.
***
The abyss.
Iyarugt’s soul was displeased. He recovered his power to a certain extent. However, Grid didn’t summon him, making him feel frustrated.
‘I will fix his head the next time we meet.’
The demonkin were those who followed the principle of the ‘survival of the fittest.’ Among the demonkin, there were those born innately strong. From Iyarugt’s point of view, it didn’t make sense to serve Grid, who was weaker than him.
'Yes, I have to make our relationship clear. After showing him the difference in power between us, I will make him my servant.’
He would make Grid find him prey and regain the powers of the past. Then!
‘I will defeat Zepar!’
The 29th great demon, Zepar. Iyarugt couldn’t forgive the demon who dismissed the swordsmanship he spent his whole life developing. His soul was sealed by Zepar’s cowardly move and his grudge that he nursed over the last 300 years pierced the sky.
Grrr...
Iyarugt’s soul expressed his killing intent. He was spending time in this deep darkness when a familiar voice was heard.
“Come, Iyarugt.”
It was Grid. Iyarugt didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw Grid.
‘Finally...!’
Flash!
The darkness of the abyss that Iyarugt was floating in was split in half. Iyarugt moved towards the light.
“...Sweet.”
The air flowing into his lungs tasted so good. Grid didn’t let him enjoy this feeling of liberation.
”Why do you say the same thing every time you appear? Isn’t this concept too boring?”
The grey haired Iyarugt grabbed the blood red sword and scoffed.
”Funny guy. A weak person like you is looking at me without any fear.”
Now, shall he fix this habit? The determined Iyarugt aimed his sword at Grid.
“Kneel down. That is the difference between you and me.”
”...”
It was a trend that appeared in manhwa decades ago. Grid replied bluntly, “You are corny.”
“I guess that’s your answer!”
Iyarugt let out a thunderous shout. Then he aimed his demonic sword at Grid’s thigh. Grid stopped his attack and swung his sword in the same direction. It was a black longsword never seen before. It looked like a newly made weapon, but Iyarugt didn’t care. Grid’s skills were so far below him that changing weapons wouldn’t matter.
‘I can easily take care of you!’
Pahat!
Iyarugt twisted his wrist slightly. Then the bloody sword flying towards Grid’s thigh changed orbits and headed towards Grid’s jaw. It was like a snake striking. No one could respond. Iyarugt was confident that his attack would hit and smiled.
Chaaeng!
“What...?”
Grid’s new black sword. All of a sudden, it split into two and one of them blocked Iyarugt’s irregular attack. The other one cut Iyarugt’s thigh.