Overgeared

‘Did he intentionally design this situation?’

Since the moment Grid was hit by Charging Shot, Jishuka had been filled with an anxiety that was difficult to express clearly. The timing of the magic machine’s explosion was perfect. Grid exposed a large gap in his defense, and the players didn’t miss this opportunity. Hundreds of scattered players gathered around Grid.

They fell into the trap. From the moment that Charging Shot hit, Grid had this current development in mind.

“He is becoming sexier.” Jishuka shivered as she recalled the scene of five Grids in red armor. Her beautiful face turned red, and a rough breath emerged from the gap in her lips. She wanted to try dissecting Grid’s skull. Even the folds in his brain seemed sexy.

Masquerading as the Demon King, Grid stared at Jishuka. Jishuka’s blush thickened. She trembled from extreme excitement.

“Come.”

Approximately 80 players had survived. Most of the Overgeared members—including Chris and Peak Sword—might’ve been killed, but there were still many strong players such as Damian and Zibal with his magic machine. Despite this, Grid was looking at her, concentrating solely on her. It meant she was the biggest threat to him. Jishuka felt great joy at monopolizing Grid’s gaze.

--!!

Black arrows were fired soundlessly. Jishuka was the only one who knew exactly how many there were. Grid was facing her head on and wasn’t aware of the arrows flying from different trajectories. This wasn’t an uncommon situation, but Grid was feeling rushed. He didn’t dwell on impossible defenses or avoidance. Instead, he was like a bull. He was attracted by the charming red cloth called Jishuka.

“Yes, I’m coming!”

Jishuka’s excitement was getting out of control. The arrows struck Grid’s body. His philtrum, between his eyes, and in the middle of his forehead were hit. This was a terrible feast of skills. It was understandable why the people of Tzedakah used to compare Jishuka’s spirit to a wild beast and a hunter. She showed no concept of mercy toward her target. Logically, Grid should be shrinking back.

‘Pagma’s Swordsmanship.’

Grid was currently under the protection of Moving Fortress and was completely resistant to physical attacks. The arrows inserted between his eyes and the blood flowing down didn’t disturb him.

‘Link.’

Grid broke through the arrows, reached Jishuka, and unleashed dozens of energy blades. Jishuka moved in a half turn to widen her distance from Grid while drawing back her bowstring. She dodged a few energy blades and fought back.

[You have suffered 8,930 damage!]

[You have suffered 7,590 damage!]

[You have suffered 13,580 damage!]

hit his weak points, but she couldn’t evade his attacks forever. Jishuka’s agility was high as the first ranked archer, but she wasn’t faster than Grid. This was because the movements of the sword linked together faster than the firing of

has received

target has received 25,760

than half her health. She used her quiver and bow to stop a few energy blades, using the natural rebound to dodge a few more. The distance

it might

in the dual charm of Grid’s sexy brain and his toughness. Thus, she was sincerely sorry. If only it wasn’t for the debt... If her relationship with Grid wasn’t that of creditor and debtor, she would be able to

Grid was someone who couldn’t be caught by traps. She couldn’t win. Even so, she would cause some

resources and fired her last arrow at Grid who was chasing her. Her point of aim was different from before. The arrow was aimed at the center of the armor, not the seams

last for one minute. This was the penalty of

of his nose. Jishuka’s arrow pierced through Valhalla, and it shattered into thousands of fragments. It was a result caused by Jishuka’s ability to read, judge, and act the moment she fired

being, a genius like Kraugel. The Enlightenment Sword, a weapon that was hard to determine if it was

been struck with a serious

Jishuka apologized as she collapsed like a broken doll into Grid’s arms. This wasn’t an apology for her actions. Although the armor might not be the real

her red hair.

Cough!” She slowly turned grey in Grid’s arms and soon ascended as a pillar. It was a sign

managed to

the other

‘Tiramet is already dead.’

the materials to make a magic machine from the production rewards? Grid thought this and opened the inventory. The

been created to raid the drake during the 2nd National Competition,

to the ground using a peg and immediately disappeared. It was

next target was Pope

‘Linked Kill Wave Pinnacle.’

let out a terrible roar. Damian used a healing skill to barely recover from the wounds he had sustained in the explosion and cast a shield.

Kill Wave Pinnacle emerged from the mouth of the Demon King. Damian’s shield couldn’t even withstand the first strike

large golden circle behind his back

[You have died.]

He was already dead.

chasing Grid again. This time Grid didn’t avoid Raiders. The wind blew his ebony hair as he stood in place and stared at Raiders. Zibal’s legs were soft from where

Spicy Jokbal’s fortress. It was as he had expected. The golden

“Kuoock...!”

by the cannon and tilted heavily. There was a magnetic field, and the surging currents shook Raiders’ movements,

flow of the battlefield that