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!]

a severe recoil in your

suffered 2,265,320

easily. Your health is fixed to a

“Cough! Cough, cough!”

Grid was astonished by the strong impact. Blood poured out from

front of me? Were

“Pant... Pant...”

skill was this? Chreshler came up to Grid who was coughing up blood. He

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

What did you just

do anything. My presence as a

“...”

monster. The pope’s presence doesn’t work on

“...”

shorter than I thought. I think you didn’t release Marie Rose from the seal. It is that the divine power of the coffin weakened and Marie Rose woke up herself from

he wasn’t the one to release Marie Rose’s seal. She woke up by herself and left

I

though. Grid took a potion and

I sealed Marie Rose and lived well for decades, dying after a long time. I lived until

seal Marie

evil influence. I felt that Marie Rose was going to

it Pagma who helped you at the

That jerk...

“...?”

Marie Rose in me forever even when I'm

“...?”

all my senses when I fall asleep. Thus, I never felt her. Sigh. I was looking forward to waking up

“...”

focus. Grid woke himself up by hitting his cheeks and

you tell me about Pagma?

you going to do if I tell you? Are you going to bring Marie Rose

“...”

wanted Grid to catch Marie Rose? Grid thought it

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

pope instantly discerned the goddess’ blessing and the blessings of the Rebecca, Judar, and

should live a

what you sow.’ Chreshler spoke

“...In your coffin?”

to see it once than listen a hundred times?

down in a place where the dead stayed was uncomfortable. However, this only lasted for a moment. Grid nodded and lay down in the coffin.

Sacred Wood Coffin has accepted

has permeated you in a

light elemental

of the advanced light elemental has become

resistance has permanently increased

very low chance of adding 5% holy

has

“...!”

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

cried out unknowingly, but vocalization was