Overgeared

“This is the last island.”

He revealed himself as the 10th great demon.

“My name is Leraje. I am one of the 33 rulers who control hell.”

Leraje covered half of his face with a deep hat. The red lips made a sharp contrast to the pale skin.

“I am a great ruler who combines power and strategy. The proof is that I easily made it to the 66th island. Huhut.”

““...””

It had been a long time since I met with others. Maybe it had been a few decades. However, I wasn’t happy. I was already bored and lazy.

The great demon was constantly talking. “My specialty is to struggle. I have a habit of winning against anyone I compete with. The evidence is that I easily took care of all the previous legends guarding the other islands. Demon Slayer Alex who made great demons tremble? Even he couldn’t be my opponent. Huhuhut.”

““...””

“Hrmm... It is unreasonable to try and talk to a death knight who doesn’t have an ego. It is no fun. Still, I am looking forward to it. Based on the sword hanging from your waist, you must be Sword Saint Muller. Didn’t you seal several great demons, including Hell Gao? I have always wanted to meet you. I will use this opportunity to prove that I am better than Hell Gao.”

““I’m not Muller.””

Who would dare to mistake my identity?

As I opened my mouth, Leraje said, “Hoh, a death knight is talking? Yes, you aren’t Muller? What are you called?”

““Madra. I was king of Lubana.””

“Madra...? I have heard it a few times. How disappointing. I was hoping to meet Muller on the last island... The final battle will be worthless as well.”

““...””

My anger rose. Pagma, you resurrected me because you are afraid of this guy?

““200,000 Army Crushing Sword.””

“...!”

I couldn’t find any meaning in this second life. I had no motivation and couldn’t move since I was trapped alone on the island. I stood in place and looked up at the sky, but my skills weren’t rusty. Fear filled the eyes of the arrogant Leraje.

***

It had happened before Grid learned 200,000 Army Swordsmanship. The past that he viewed in Madra’s diary stopped here in the middle of the seventh chapter.

However, things were different now. Grid, who had achieved level 399 and acquired 200,000 Army Swordsmanship, was able to read the back pages.

***

“Cough! Cough! Death... I am going to die from a death knight...!”

““A person who can’t stop this much is a loser.””

“You said you were the king of Lubana? You...! You aren’t Muller. How are you capable of this swordsmanship?”

experienced defeat, be it

“A bluff!”

to resist but

his flesh

‘...’

***

true power of 200,000 Army Swordsmanship. In the face of the true 200,000 Army Crushing Sword that couldn’t be compared to the degraded version, Leraje was literally

than the difference

and the yangban Garam weren’t comparable to Madra. Undefeated King Madra was the strongest. Duguen! Duguen! Duguen! Grid’s heartbeat started to accelerate.

know a

I am

Madra in the diary and shared his memories and feelings. You need to be careful because you are psychologically feeling

in extreme

it is

Danger! Madra’s diary will be

“...!”

his eyes. He was drenched in sweat as he gritted his teeth. It was to distinguish between virtual and reality. He was Grid, not Madra.

Duguen! Duguen! Duguen...

heartbeat

are free from the

normal. The eighth chapter of Death Knight Madra’s

you want to read

Yes, I'll read

@%$P)@!#$~$X##!!!!!!!

“...”

re-read the seventh chapter several times to confirm the back of the diary. He experienced Madra’s great pain and despair, but he endured it. Grid wanted to read the eighth chapter. He wanted to understand Madra and Pagma more, and

chapter was completely unreadable. It was in a language that wasn’t human. Why? At first, he couldn’t understand what was going on. Then Grid was soon

the

that invaded the Behen Archipelago and was then alone for hundreds of years. He would’ve gradually lost the need for language because he had no one to talk to. The thoughts he wrote in the diary were likely transformed into something that only he could recognize. It was something completely different that couldn’t be defined by the concept

end

had expected it. Death Knight Madra whom Grid had met on the Behen Archipelago hadn’t used 300,000 Army Swordsmanship. The weak body of the undead, that had undergone hundreds of years of storms, couldn’t withstand the destructive power of 300,000 Army Swordsmanship. Considering the time, it was

I need to be level 499 to

would take at least

is no

was level 399. It was at 97% experience. He hadn’t leveled up despite beating Berith. Of course, there were many high-level NPCs among the raid party members. He had to consider that most of the experience had been distributed to the NPCs. It was common sense that the greater the level gap was between party members, the more disadvantages the

I couldn’t go up by even one

the amount of experience required to level up seemed

point where I can’t level up

in the Tailoring Technique meant he was able to produce women’s underwear as well as men’s underwear. It was a sight where those who didn’t know about it would mistake him

‘It’s too big.’

‘It is Jishuka’s underwear.’

you

we

‘I envy Jishuka.’

‘...?’

murmurs, Grid brought

[Tailoring Technique Training]

[Class Quest

have become greater

to the point where you can combine blacksmithing and