Overgeared

There were people who were physiologically disgusting. Grid was one such person to Agnus. According to one theory, Grid had a past that resembled Agnus’. Grid hadn’t experienced something as serious as failing to protect his beloved, which led to her death, killing those responsible, and mourning his lover afterward.

‘He also suffered!’ Agnus knew that it was difficult to compare the pain that individuals suffered. The bullies who had harassed him and devastated his lover were an example. They had used his palm as an ashtray every morning and laughed at him, but hadn’t he endured the pain and turned the pages of his textbook?

Yes, pain was a relative and selfish thing. The pain he suffered couldn’t be considered any worse than what Grid had suffered. This was the actual reason why he found Grid physiologically disgusting.

‘I can’t understand!’ Why didn’t Grid spend his life abusing others after what happened to him? ‘Why does he look so happy?’

Grid was always with someone—his family, lovers, and friends. They were always smiling while standing with him. This was difficult for Agnus to understand. Had Grid forgotten the days when they were powerless? They were now in a position to trample on people rather than embrace them. People like them had to be alone.

[You have suffered 8,900 damage.]

[Your health is less than 10%. You have used Silvenas’ Power that is attached to the Rune of Death. The nature of the dark demonkin who can assimilate with darkness has manifested, hiding your appearance and status.]

[Your contractor Baal is happy.]

-Evil that uses personal beliefs to devour evil. It is the opposite of my former contractor. Once again, I did well in choosing you. How interesting.

[Affinity with 1st Great Demon Baal has risen by 10.]

The notification windows appeared before Angus, but he didn’t confirm them. His hateful gaze only chased Grid.

“You're an incompetent person who can’t protect your precious people!”

Why wasn’t Grid’s mind dark like Agnus’? Why didn’t he choose to be alone? Why didn’t he concentrate on the precious ones he had earned and embrace all the little people? At the very least, Agnus didn’t like this. He hated Grid. Agnus had just disappeared from Grid’s eyes when there was an explosion of black flames from the Enlightenment Sword.

The splash damage caused new damage to Agnus who was hiding his body.

[You have suffered serious damage!]

[You are in a half-lich state. You have a resistance to death for the duration of this transformation.]

[You have survived!]

It was a gray dawn. Agnus’ ribs were cracked as he hid in the shadow of a slanted pillar. He was in danger of losing his balance. This was a crossroad of life and death. It was an urgent battle situation where his head could be blown away at any time. The usual Agnus would be laughing madly, expressing his joy at exhilarating moments that made him forget the awful reality.

However, it was different now. The only emotions that could be seen on Agnus’ face were confusion and pain. Agnus wasn’t confused over protecting the hateful Grid’s family. He had protected them because he projected his dead lover onto them, thus Agnus had no regrets about that.

Rather, the origin of the pain and confusion Agnus was feeling right now was Grid specifically. Why was Grid so different from him? Was Agnus the one who was wrong?

‘No! No!’

a powerful curse which weakened all the resistances

was reminded of the notification windows that rose a few

light, Rebecca is awaiting your

have once again been given an opportunity to gain great power through

Zeratul is feeling satisfied with your

God Zeratul supports the goddess’ affection toward

till this moment, Agnus was always hurting someone. Grid disliked this type of person who could trample on others easily and feel bliss while doing so. Now Grid’s precious

sense of responsibility to kill Agnus. The killing intent Grid

stretched out around Grid. He was using

It was when Grid felt that some of the waves were being blocked by something, Then Grid focused and started a sword dance—Pagma’s Swordsmanship, Pinnacle Kill. The manifestation of the fusion

“Kuk...!”

dance as his legs weakened. He had

are on the verge of running out of stamina. You can’t use any

“Overgeared… Corn...”

urgently needed to recover his stamina by communicating with his unicorn. It was the first thing he thought of, but how could he communicate with the unicorn during the battle? His enemy wasn’t a fool, nor was he dull-headed... especially not

just a bunch of white bones, but his momentum was fierce as his disheveled hair moved

the God Hands, Noe, Randy, the Overgeared Skeletons, and the light elemental in the role of protecting Irene and Lord, there was no one left who could defend him. Moreover, it was hard for him

“Grid!”

blurry vision, Grid could see Agnus charging toward

“...!!”

“...!!!”

could hear the voices of people talking, but the contents

‘Why?’

die like this? No, his opponent was exhausted and on the verge of death. Agnus’ use of Lich Transformation could be considered his last

he still has his immortality

his life against Agnus, Grid swung his sword in a basic attack. He still had the effects of the First King title, Tiramet’s Power, and his immortality. So, he judged

keep enduring. In order to protect Irene and Lord, he absolutely couldn’t collapse.

two people, who were trying to harm each other, tangled together. Then there was a flash of light. Compared to the past, its strength was now ridiculously weakened, but it was clearly the sword that had hurt Yatan’s Third Servant

a step further after regaining the holy sword and preventing the invasion of the Yatan Church. As Grid and Agnus finally started looking around,

Baal’s Contractor. He was a person who

pointed to Irene, Lord, and Lich

and was shocked. He witnessed Lich Mumud’s shield floating in front of Irene and Lord.

“What...”

the mind of the troubled Grid. They had said that

‘Their words were true?’

and said carefully, “I understand Grid’s feelings, but… let’s end the

to defend the Hall of Fame, but ultimately, he still sold his soul to the great demon. The Rebecca Church didn’t regard Pagma as a hero