Overgeared

Chapter 15

[Name: Grid

Level: -3 (15/20)

Class: Pagma's Successor

* The probability of adding additional options when making items will increase.

* The probability of item enhancement will increase.

* All equipment items can be worn unconditionally. However, the is a penalty depending on the rating of the item.

Title: One who Became a Legend

* Abnormal conditions don’t work well on you.

* You won’t die when health is at the minimum.

* Easily acknowledged.

Health: 34/34 Mana: 3/3

Strength: 1 + 5 Stamina: 1 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 1

Dexterity: 1 Persistence: 4

Composure: 1 Indomitable: 1 Dignity: 1 Insight: 1

Stat Points: 0

Weight: 3,075/200

* The weight limit exceeds 200%, so movement speed is reduced by 100%.

The body is heavy and cannot exert any power properly.

The probability of receiving the ‘weakened’ state has become really high.]

‘It will take a while to climb the mountain with this slow pace.’

Grid’s pace was too slow, despite accelerating at full speed. He wanted to leave all of the items at the warehouse. However, there was nothing free in this world. In order to use the warehouse, he had to pay a considerable amount of money.

‘I can’t afford to spend my money on a warehouse when I am desperately needing a carriage.’

Money was money, but there was also the expectation that the act of enduring the ‘slow pace’ would have an impact on his persistence stat.

“Okay, let’s just go.”

He headed toward the mountain at a slow pace. The distance between the smithy and the mountain wasn’t far. Would it take around 30 minutes with the average speed of an adult male? Yet his movement speed fell by a huge 100%! It took him one hour to arrive at the base of the mountain.

“Phew.”

Grid was tired, despite walking even more slowly than others. It was amazing how creatures like turtles and slugs could live with their slow movement speed.

After three hours...

“Pant pant...”

He was barely able to climb to the middle of the mountain. The mountain path was well constructed, and the slope wasn’t steep. Still, it took him that long to arrive at the end of the path. It was now dark.

“I just need to go a little further...”

The light from the entrance of the mine wasn’t far away, but it wasn’t easy to reach. His poor stamina was already depleted.

“Shit...”

Grid didn’t want to delay arriving at his destination. He barely suppressed his desire to rest and struggled to move on. One step, another step... Each step was filled with a heavy weight. Grid felt like he was walking in deep water while wearing thick cotton clothes, but he continued forward.

The moment he arrived at the mine...!

[Your persistence has risen.]

“As I expected!”

Grid laughed as he looked at his rising stat. It felt like he recovered from his tired spirit instantly. While he couldn’t raise these stats through leveling up, the ones that grew through certain behaviors gave him a tremendous sense of accomplishment and pleasure like that from a d**g. It seemed like he would never be able to stop grinding stats for the rest of his life.

Grid entered the mine and literally sat down with joy. He took a break and consumed bread and water, then his stamina slowly recovered.

“Then shall I start? Appraisal.”

After judging that he had rested enough, he took out the pickaxe and used the Legendary Blacksmith’s Appraisal skill.

[Smith’s Pickaxe]

[Rating: Normal

Durability: 19/19 Attack Power: 7~9

A pickaxe used by the blacksmith, Smith. It was used by Smith to build up his skills.

Thanks to the strong durability, Smith collected 120 iron ore in a single day with this pickaxe. Since that day, the miners in this village have acknowledged Smith.

Weight: 40]

[A hidden function doesn’t exist.]

[You have grasped the materials that make up Smith’s Pickaxe, the production method, and the intentions of its creator.]

[Your understanding of Smith’s Pickaxe is now at 100%. You can use Smith’s Pickaxe perfectly.]

[You have learned how to make a pickaxe.]

Grid received a great stimulus after reading the description of the pickaxe.

‘T-That old man mined 120 iron ores in one day?’

He had received a quest to mine 80 iron ores, but there was no time limit. It would take a few days to gather the 80 iron ores needed to complete the quest. However, he couldn’t relax after finding out that Smith obtained 120 iron ores in one day.

‘I am going to obtain 200 pieces in one day and then make that old man recognize me!’

Grid looked around the mine with the pickaxe in his hand. Glittering red dots were all over the walls.

‘I am supposed to hit those spots.’

As he moved to one red dot, the miners resting on the side discovered him.

“Hey Newbie, why are you holding a pickaxe in your hand? Surely you aren’t trying to mine?”

“I am.”

“What? Puhahahat!!” The miners laughed. Some of them rolled across the floor with tears in their eyes.

Another person frowned and said, “Cut it out. A newbie like you can swing all day and not even obtain a single iron ore.”

The others agreed.

“You should be glad if you don’t break your wrist.”

“We are saying this because we are worried, so just go home. New-bie.”

‘Yes, laugh now.’ Grid didn’t respond to them. He would just show them with his actions!

Kaaang! Kaaang!

[Iron ore has been acquired.]

The iron ore emerged after he hit the red dot three or four times.

The miners were amazed at the sight.

“Ah, no? How can he do it so easily...?”

“Hey, it’s just a coincidence.”

Kaaang! Kaaang!

[Iron ore has been acquired.]

“Wow...”

“What, that guy? Why is he so good when he looks so incompetent?”

“Fools. That isn’t his skill. The pickaxe is special.”

One of the whispering miners approached him before reaching out and saying, “That pickaxe, can I try it?”

Did they think Grid was mining using the power of an item because they couldn’t recognize his skills? Grid wanted to see the expressions of the miners change when they realized that his pickaxe was ordinary, so he handed the pickaxe over to the miner.

“Look carefully. I’ll prove that this pickaxe isn’t an ordinary one,” the miner declared and wielded the pickaxe with confidence.

Kakang! Kakakang! Kang! Kaaang! Kang!

“Pant pant... It’s just an ordinary pickaxe...” The miner said awkwardly after repeating the swing of the pickaxe many times and only obtaining one iron ore.

The miners who saw it were agitated.

“Then he is good at mining...”

“We shouldn’t judge people by their appearance. Anyway, it’s time for us to leave. Let’s head down.”

The miners ignored Grid and left the mine. They didn’t apologize for their mistake or acknowledge Grid’s skills.