Overgeared

‘When will it recover?’

Grid became impatient over time. He thought the classes, titles, and skills that Berith’s distorted reality had taken away would be restored soon because the word ‘temporarily’ was mentioned, but it had been over 20 minutes. Maybe he was wrong...

The concept of time was different for each individual, so Grid was filled with tremendous anxiety.

‘For a great demon with eternal life, a human’s lifetime is a short moment.

The system was rubbish... There was a possibility that the distorted state wouldn’t be resolved. Everything he lost might not be restored. Grid had been hit in the back of the head more often than others and seriously considered it.

‘It might be better not to go back.’

The Magic Swordsman of the Epics was a class that was just growing. Nevertheless, it surpassed Pagma's Descendant, and its combat power overwhelmed that of Pagma's Descendant. Returning to Pagma's Descendant was technically going backward. The moment that Magic Swordsman of the Epics was judged as a third class again, it was possible that Grid’s Swordsmanship and the transcendent senses he gained would be sealed.

‘Still, I...’

Grid was Pagma's Descendant. No, he saw himself as a blacksmith. Hundreds of thousands—no, he made countless items. Sometimes, he sold items for just a few coins. Other times, he got tangled up in hard events. Additionally, he built up many relationships. The reason he could meet Khan was that he was a blacksmith.

This one line was a shortened description of all that: the blacksmith class was Grid’s backbone. For Grid, the blacksmithing class was the most precious thing that couldn’t be taken away.

“Give it back to me...”

It was okay even if he was weakened again. He wanted it back.

“Stop playing and give it back.”

The canyon was destroyed. Surrounded by Piaro, Kraugel, Kirinus, and the dukes, the bloody Berith roared loudly and the battle intensified.

“Niyooong!” Noe cried out anxiously from where he sat on Grid’s shoulder. Overgeared Corn kept licking Grid’s cheeks with a small black tongue. While doing so, Overgeared Corn snorted with an annoyed expression. His noble and beautiful self was licking the cheeks of a male... It was a dissatisfied attitude, but he still licked Grid’s cheeks carefully. It was because Grid looked pained and lonely.

[The duration of the truth distortion is over.]

[The lost classes, titles, and skills have been restored.]

[However, since the status of Magic Swordsman of the Epics is higher than Pagma's Descendant, Grid’s Swordsmanship is kept active.]

Grid came to his senses upon seeing these messages. He had anticipated the worst, so he was filled with relief and joy. The lost powers and blessings started to rekindle in his body again. The forces he had thought he would lose were still in his body. Grid was aware of the transcendence that still remained. Magic Swordsman of the Epics returned to being the third class, but it still gave Grid a powerful force.

It was natural. His epic was what he wrote personally. It purely belonged to Grid. No one could deny it, and no one could take it away.

[You have discovered a mighty person of this era, and fighting energy has started to accumulate!]

[Every time fighting energy increases by one point, your strength, stamina, and agility will by 0.5%.]

started to rise. It was the symbol of the Hero King. The former Hero King was

““You!””

and swords striking him. With 30% of his health left, Berith no longer looked at Piaro, the dukes, or Sword Saint Kraugel surrounding him. He appreciated the potential of Grid, who pioneered

every direction to shake off the people around him and formed a long blade. The blade was three kilometers long. It was enough

““....!?””

Swiftness before he

a notch after gaining Fly on Top of Grass. He responded to the blade that Berith fired and stepped in front of Grid, who had yet

tip of the blade had its direction twisted subtly, and it rose into the sky instead of Grid’s heart. Faker’s body flew

Grid’s astonished cry echoed through the canyon. The downside of an assassin was poor durability. In particular, it was questionable for them to fight elite monsters with high health and attack power. Additionally, Berith was a great demon. Grid saw that Faker would find it hard to survive when facing Berith’s

collided with the cliff, he summoned shadow soldiers to help him.

person who is supposed to protect you

all, Faker was someone who

will also join the

class at the time when he

“You focus on recovery.”

Now...

“Kill Gate Opening.”

Lantier’s techniques and the shadow techniques from Kasim,

“God Killer.”

passed through the canyon, and Berith’s red eyes lost their focus. His spirit was dizzy, and Berith instinctively felt

““22nd Hell Summoning.””

goddess of light would gnaw at his soul. It didn’t matter if the other great demons laughed at him. The humiliation of losing his body to human hands should be

Hell has

atmosphere are

Great Demon Berith’s stats will increase by

applied to 22nd

cannot adapt to the environment of

and magic have decreased by 30%, and casting speed has decreased by

and physical defense are reduced by

health, mana, and

will fall

[Potions can’t be used.]

22nd

this is what happened.

pushed on the defensive. Berith’s health kept decreasing. The more Berith entered a new phase, the clearer the reality became. The last phase of hell summoning was imminent. It was the start of the despair they had learned from 32nd Great Demon Belial. This was the

in the sky as black ash started to spread. Between the canyons, hellfire hotter than lava poured out, and the barren land started to split apart. The ecosystem changed. The flowers on the cliff became cannibals, and the moles in the ground became as big

Kuhahahahat!”” Berith burst out laughing. He thought of humans as livestock and couldn’t

is very happy.

he

like they were ants. Yes, they had done well

expect a dramatic appearance of help like during the Belial raid. The audience and viewers were forced to judge that the Berith raid would end in failure. They simply wanted Grid