Overgeared

The righteous heroes had been attracted by hymns and set up statues and temples for the goddess. The heroes had raised the saint, who became a pope and then a hero. This was the legendary history—the birth of the Rebecca Church. The Holy Sword was the first emergence of the goddess’ will. It was the symbol of the pope and the pride of the church.

At the end of the Dark War, the sword was inserted into a rock and couldn’t function at all. However, the symbolic significance of the sword was still intact, and its value couldn’t be determined. At least, this was the case in the eyes of the Rebecca Church.

‘Our precious treasure ended up in the hands of the Yatan Church!’

From the elders to the priests, the Rebecca believers were forced to become agitated. Their sacred treasure wasn’t allowed to outsiders, yet it was being taken by a dirty Yatan Servant? This was an unbelievable sight.

[The Sword Stuck in the Rock has fallen into the hands of the Yatan Church!]

[The morale of the Rebecca Church has decreased drastically.]

[The defense and magic resistance of the Rebecca members have been reduced by 60%.]

[The pope has a duty to lead the members. The pope’s morale is unaffected.]

[The Sword Stuck in the Rock has been contaminated with Yatan’s essence! The weakened divine power remaining in the Holy Sword has been extinguished slightly!]

[The Rebecca Church members will be confused for 10 seconds. No actions can be taken.]

[The pope has a duty to lead the members. You won’t become confused.]

Damian resisted the confusion with the power of the system, but his mental state wasn’t normal.

“What is this...?” Damian panicked at the arrival of the worst situation he had never imagined to come about. He was trapped in a dark barrier, and his confusion was maximized because he didn’t know what to do.

‘Isn’t it an impossible quest to clear?’

Damian was currently fully restrained. He was completely cut off from the outside world by the barrier and was unable to act. Despite the entire Rebecca Church being in a crisis, he couldn’t do anything.

‘Let’s think. Think about it, Damian!’

As an otaku, Damian enjoyed countless movies, animations, and manhwas, and he had come across countless fantastic and interesting stories. So, he was now contemplating Satisfy’s worldview from a reader’s perspective.

‘It doesn’t make sense that the Rebecca Church will collapse. In a time when wicked people all over the world, including the Yatan Church, are trying to resurrect the great demons, the balance of the world will collapse once the Rebecca Church is destroyed.’

In short, it would be hell. It would be a world with no dreams or hope. On the day of Satisfy’s release, Chairman Lim Cheolho had expressed his desire to make a world where players could achieve their dreams and feel a sense of fulfillment that couldn’t be felt in reality. How could he have planned for this dystopia?

of

trembled with conviction. At this moment, he realized how big a burden was being placed

world is left

the end of the world, yet he was the only one who could stop the destruction. Damian obviously felt a great burden. If his spirit was at the level of ordinary people,

the first place, if he were the owner of an ordinary mind, he wouldn’t have cried out in official meetings, “Isabel, I love you!” Neither would he have continued praising Grid-sama despite the criticism of the people. This meant

sublimating the enormous pressure into a joyful passion, and

right. Damian was also a protagonist. He

‘Think about it again.’

crisis that could be overcome, he forced his brain to work. Damian thought about it for a while before coming up with a hypothesis, ‘What if the pope was an NPC

of flexibly adapting to already designed stories. However, players were

had an idea. ‘Players have more disadvantages than NPCs, but they also have a lot of advantages. Let’s think about it

shortening, and the screams of the Rebecca followers rang out through the broken ceiling of the banquet hall. Damian gritted his teeth and struggled to ignore them. He

echoed and his hair had long been wildly swept all over the place from the fighting. Two demons were already dead, while

A named NPC representing a major force was struggling against

‘Isn’t Silvenas level 420?’

a player in the 300s was dealing damage to her single-handedly? A typical level 300 player wouldn’t be able to push Silvenas to this extent. The power of a legendary class was greater than expected. Rose was filled with a fierce jealousy as she pointed her staff at Chucksley lying on

NPC with the golden name had managed to grab her ankles for 10

couldn’t hunt the followers properly! A trash like you

received some subquests to hunt the Rebecca followers. It was a precious quest that increased her intelligence every time she hunted a number of priests and paladins of the Rebecca Church. As such, she had expected to achieve massive growth from the subquest, but all her plans were completely destroyed by one NPC. The other Yatan Servants and black magicians had wiped

thorns and die!

the cracked ground. Then it happened the moment the sharp blade-like thorns tried to wrap

“...!?”

through it. Surprised,

“Your Highness...”

served Grid’s son and that Lord was now around five or six years old. Still, the

little guy threw the dagger towards the vine and cut it

it was too

denied the reality and once again aimed toward Chucksley with her staff.

have suffered 1,300

has been

“Crazy...!”

neck and once again turned to Lord, who was staring at her

“You!”

new spell. This time the target of the spell was Lord. Then Lord pulled out a new dagger. The