Grid felt like a mountain after equipping the gold armor. With the giant sword in his hand, he felt brave enough to even cut at a dragon. The gangsters were swinging their weapons toward him, but there was no need for him to evade them.

Kwang! Kwajajak!

[The enemy’s damage has been neutralized.]

The enemies’ attacks had good momentum, but they couldn’t deal even a small scratch to Grid’s armor. In fact, his body didn’t feel even the slightest fluctuations. Instead, the gangsters’ weapons were damaged.

“W-What?”

“What is this...?”

The gangsters lived in the lawless world, so their warning instincts were unsurpassed.

At this moment, the gangsters felt despair. “T-This is ridiculous...!”

Grid grinned in a devilish manner at the confused gangsters. “Have you heard of ‘item effect’?”

Drugs? Skills? Right from the beginning, Grid didn’t need to rely on such things. There were all types of battle gear piled up in the smithy, and as Pagma's Successor, Grid could use all of them!

Clink!

He grabbed the handle of the greatsword with both hands and tightened his waist as much as possible before lifting it up with all of his strength. Grid didn’t need to use any techniques. He used just the momentum of the greatsword to wreak havoc to anything in its path.

Seokeok!

There was a refreshing feeling in his chest as the sword cut through his enemies. With one strike, the bodies of the gangsters turned into gray light.

[You have defeated Winston’s outlaw, Praga.]

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