Overgeared

Grid knew the most efficient way to break a group. The Seven Guilds, the Immortal Guild, the Eternal Kingdom, the Saharan Empire, the vampires, the Red Knights, and so on—he had struggled against so many groups that it would be sad if he hadn’t acquired some methods. Grid had been learning slowly but steadily. It wasn’t uncommon.

[You have put the Sweet Candy in your mouth.]

[All stats will increase by 30% for 5 minutes until the candy is melted.]

[Blacksmith's Rage has been used. Attack power has increased by 25%, and attack speed has increased by 40% for one minute.]

The moment the players entered through the door with a terrible sound—as if recreating the screams of the four heavenly kings—he brought out all of his power. Fear...

A group of people could easily collapse when their most primitive emotions were provoked. This simple and dishonest emotion spread quickly.

‘Pinnacle Kill.’

It was a skill that dealt 2,000% of his attack power.

“Death Penalty.”

It had a different name though. This was an example of the greatness of the power of language. Seuron hurriedly moved his sword when he saw the attack, but he couldn’t stop it. The Demon King’s sword turned in a direction that was impossible and pierced Seuron’s chest.

[Critical!]

The death penalty became a reality. Seuron made a disbelieving expression as he turned to gray, and Grid calmly received the doubtful gazes. Although Seuron would never know, this was an act of forgiveness from Grid. He would forgive Seuron for spreading the rumor about hemorrhoids. Grid was truly generous.

“...” His eyes penetrated through the people to someone in the rear. He could see Kraugel standing there with folded arms. The gazes of the two people met in the air.

“Crazy...!”

“Everybody stay calm! Surround him!”

The players surrounded Grid. It was shocking that Seuron, one of the key players, had died with a single blow. However, the players weren’t cowardly enough to fear a single death, nor were they loyal enough to feel angry. They just tried to be as impersonal as possible as they attacked the Demon King.

The link between shield and spear was precise as they prepared for a counterattack by setting up the shield. The Demon King was hit by a few moves and attempted to counterattack, but he escaped into the air when he was interrupted by the shields.

‘A fierce boss.’

‘This is the real deal...’

Gulp. It was a deadlock after a short engagement. The players looked up at the Demon King in the air and couldn’t help gulping. He had long black hair, three horns on the forehead, red eyes shining behind the grey mask, two wings, hands that were bigger than his face, and nails as sharp as blades. With an upright posture, the Demon King was both arrogant and intimidating. The mouth under his mask seemed to be smiling, and the players felt like they were being treated as insects.

‘The name is completely different.’

named NPCs in Satisfy had gold names. However, the name ‘Demon King’ was a

“Scatter!”

to observe the Demon King wasn’t long, but could it

players moved backward. However, their distance to the Demon King was very close. It was difficult to open up the distance

face of a slow tanker.

and rain caused players to slow down, while lightning fell continuously toward the players who couldn’t escape from the area of the spell. The players tried to block the lightning with their shields or weapons, but it wasn’t easy because the lightning acted like a

of lightning strikes whirled around the two of them, destroying dozens of players. Gray pillars rose

What are

“Steady yourself!"

it because the Demon King’s hand strength was so great that Weldon couldn’t move? No, this wasn’t the reason why. After all, Weldon was the 6th ranked

because of fear? This was hard to deny. It was a lie to say that he wasn’t afraid of the Demon King who had killed Seuron with one blow and lifted Weldon up with one hand. However, the basic character of a tanker was to ‘confront fear.’ If Weldon was a person who couldn’t confront fear, he wouldn’t have become a tanker. So, why couldn’t

“Huung...”

forehead, cheeks, and neck conveyed a strange sensation to him. The sensation was close to pleasure, and Weldon didn’t want to miss this pleasure. He couldn’t escape from the hands of the Demon King. The rankers saw his

‘Is it bewitchment magic?’

type? He looked cool

this is a

outside

the confused people started to move in the same direction. The melee

was a storm created by the Grid who had eaten the candy. The rankers who entered the field

“This...!”

“What damage...!”

tried to find allies who were still alive, but their targets were burned to ashes every time. It was

who was about to fly into the Demon King’s field to

“Fly Up!”

was different from the skill of

“Wah!”

her allies. They didn’t doubt that Jishuka’s red phoenix would save the players

King’s hand, disappearing without a trace. This was the Skill Deletion effect attached

‘You can’t go anywhere.’

after seeing the red phoenix disappear. Grid turned his gaze toward the

***

what is this? Isn’t

is obvious, no matter how

Demon King’s face. It was as if the Demon

he knew this. Feeling conscious of Yura, he was displaying a smile that was as gentle

soon as I spoke, the storm

duration seems short. It should also have a

spear pierced the Demon King’s feet, Player Regas’ kick has raised his chin! What a pass!

Jishuka! Player Chris’ sword tried to cut down the Demon King, but the Demon King