Overgeared

The seven malignant saints had betrayed the gods and deceived the people. Faith had declined, and great demons had appeared on the ground. That was the age of grief. The people who suffered from war and hunger resented the gods while a poor saint went on the path of penance—this was the birth story of the Rebecca Church.

The saint speaking here was the first pope. The holy sword of light had been given to the saint who completed the path of penance. The saint had defeated the great demons with the power of the holy sword and sang the goddess’ praises. Righteous heroes had been drawn to the song. They had built temples and statues for the goddess.

The saint had been crowned by the heroes and had become pope. The pope was above the heroes. This was the final chapter of the story. As could be seen from the overall picture, the first pope had been a very special person. He had destroyed the great demons and built up faith. He was the great person who had saved all of humanity. It was highly-rated compared to other legends.

The Rebecca members revered him as a god-class being. Would such a great person select just anyone as his successor? Absolutely not. The first pope had searched for someone more talented than himself to be his successor, and this was Chreshler. Hundreds of years later, he became a person who couldn’t leave a coffin but it wasn’t good to look down on him.

“It’s a lie? But I really wasn’t lying.” Grid tried to resolve Chreshler’s misunderstanding. “Your Holiness’ coffin was already empty when I arrived here. Marie Rose was already gone. Really.”

-You are a really bad guy.

“Huh?”

-My ego was sealed in the coffin made of sacred wood and is designed to wake up when an intruder enters. This is the second time I woke up.

“...?”

-The first time I woke up, Marie Rose was still sleeping in me. Now she isn’t.

“...So?”

-So?

So? He didn’t understand…? The pretend innocence of Pagma’s successor was abominable. If he didn’t let Marie Rose go, who did it? The coffin jumped on its own. It was an absurd sight! Grid tried to avoid the attack of the coffin but failed. The coffin was as fast as Faker using Lantier’s technique.

[You have suffered 33,780 damage!]

“Keok! C-Crazy!”

What the hell was going on? The unpleasant beating hurt too much. Grid would die with one or two more hits. Chreshler’s voice entered the ears of the bewildered Grid, -You’re still alive? I didn’t know I had become so weak. Is there a limit even though I took over the sacred wood?

“I-I don’t understand what you’re saying, but it is a misunderstanding.

-Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding~?

‘I-Is this a human (?)?’

Grid sensed it. Chreshler had once been considered as the strongest pope ever, and he had been a great man who left his name in history. A conversation wasn’t going to work with him.

‘Let’s run away.’

Grid judged that he really could die here. He wanted Chreshler’s information about Pagma and the minerals, but he decided to give up. He didn’t want to die because of a coffin!

“Quick Movements! Blackening!” Grid used his skills to escape from this place.

-...Hmm, what? It does seem to be a misunderstanding. Chreshler calmed his agitation and stepped back.

Grid wished Chreshler’s attitude had changed one second faster. “...?!”

It was a higher power and instinct that transcended skills and the concept of magic. The existence of Chreshler denied any evil energy. Grid’s Blackening was lifted, and the haze of demonic energy melted away like snow under the sun.

[Blackening has been forcibly released!]

[The supreme divine power is denying your demonic energy!]

is a severe recoil

suffered

legend doesn’t die easily. Your health is fixed to a

“Cough! Cough, cough!”

by the strong impact. Blood poured out

energy in front of me? Were you going to commit suicide?

“Pant... Pant...”

up blood. He was appalled by the sight of

why a legend is good. In any case, a cockroach

What did you

presence as a pope detected and extinguished your

“...”

need to look at me like I’m a monster. The pope’s presence doesn’t work

“...”

I think you didn’t release Marie Rose from the seal. It is that

true. Grid might’ve stimulated Marie Rose, but he wasn’t the one to release Marie Rose’s seal. She woke up by herself and left this place by herself. Grid just gave her the smell

end, I

took a potion and asked

Rose and lived well for decades, dying after a long time.

Marie Rose before you became the

the fourth and fifth generations were so weak that they couldn’t bear Marie Rose’s evil influence. I felt that Marie Rose was going to awaken, so I was forced to die and become a coffin. I

Pagma who helped you at

jerk... He cheated

“...?”

that my senses would remain, so I could feel Marie Rose

“...?”

Thus, I never felt her. Sigh. I was looking forward to waking up and

“...”

like Grid was having a conversation that was out of focus. Grid woke himself up by hitting his cheeks and corrected the direction

tell me about Pagma? Additionally,

tell you? Are you going to bring Marie

“...”

Marie Rose? Grid thought it was ridiculous, and

reaction is straightforward and not bad. Okay. I’ll answer your question. It seems you have

the goddess’ blessing and

people should live

with the saying ‘you reap what you sow.’ Chreshler spoke to the expectant Grid, -Lie

“...In your coffin?”

once than listen a hundred

in a coffin too much? Grid faced the wide open coffin and was forced to hesitate. As a living person, lying down in a place where the dead stayed was

Wood Coffin has accepted

divine power has permeated you in a

light elemental has

light of the advanced light elemental has

has permanently increased by

the future, there is a very low chance of adding 5% holy attribute damage

has

“...!”

he saw a long-haired man standing in front of him. It was a beautiful man who looked like a painting of the Hwarang from the Silla Dynasty hanging in an art gallery. (TL: Flower youths, an elite warrior group of Silla know for their

cried out unknowingly,