“It’s a good idea.”0

Based on Ung’s fist, the monsters were a lot more powerful than Grid expected. He had no confidence that White could survive. White’s declaration that he would step down was very much in line with Grid’s thoughts.0

‘At least he isn’t a disruptive character.’0

White was a middle-aged black man. Grid seriously liked him. He was looking at White with satisfaction when Sua approached.0

"It’s great that you are fine after being hit by Ung. Did you make this armor yourself?”0

Grid was able to withstand the attack for a reason. It was thanks to his stamina stat, not just Triple Layers. Grid had a huge 1,500 points in stamina. Grid’s minimum defense was equivalent to tankers in the mid-200s. But Sua wasn’t aware of this fact.0

From a common sense perspective, it was impossible for Grid to have high stamina when he was a blacksmith. Sua thought that Grid’s high defense was only due to his armor.0

"I made the armor."0

Chwaruruk!0

Grid puffed up his chest, highlighting the beautiful appearance of Triple Layers even further. The hundreds of black scales shone as they moved with Grid’s body, showing a superb art form created by a craftsman.0

“Okay. I won’t stop you any longer. You’re...0