Overgeared

A slow and sluggish tone...

Lean flesh without muscles...

Only walking a short amount before needing to gasp...

A fragile heart that couldn’t even trample on a single ant...

People hated every aspect of me. Between those who ignored me and those who mocked me for being pathetic, I always felt guilty. I thought I was wrong. I thought my existence was a nuisance.

Then I met her.

“You’re not wrong.”

She told me.

You are cautious, not slow. You aren’t weak. You’re just different from others. The reason you can’t hurt an ant is that you know how to be considerate and respectful.

“You aren’t guilty. It is the other people around you who are mean.”

She was my lighthouse. She was my only home. I relied on her arms, and she protected me. Even when those beasts humiliated her, she smiled and assured me that she was fine. A hundred times, a thousand times...

No, she would’ve been a million times more scared and pained, but she...

“Ah...”

He couldn’t reach again. His arms and legs were too slow, unable to stop her from flying from the window. His dull mouth couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t apologize to her—the one who was sad. Like his heart, the arrow was already piercing Euphemina’s heart. Her appearance resembled that of his former lover falling from the window.

“Ahh...!”

He already knew. Reality and the game were different. Death in a game was trivial and different from death in reality. In the first place, they were different. Even so—

Even so, why was he...

“Kuaaaaak!” Agnus’ scream echoed in the burning forest. He recalled the end of his former lover through the collapsing Euphemina and completely lost his mind.

“Human... I won’t forgive you.” It was the person who fired the arrow at Euphemina. The voice of the dark elf Beniyaru, whom Agnus had been searching so desperately for, permeated Agnus’ ears.

“You...! You!!” Agnus’ eyes filled with hatred was drawn to Beniyaru. At this moment, Agnus was blaming himself, not someone else. Why did he keep repeating the same mistake? Why did he give her leeway? Even though he knew there shouldn’t be anybody sacrificing for a trash like him, why?

He was a plague. No one should come close to him.

“Die!” Agnus roared like a beast as he flew to Beniyaru. However, Agnus’ current status was less than that of a normal player because he had reached his limits facing Marie Rose and Zibal in succession. Beniyaru escaped from his slow attack and fired an arrow that shattered Agnus’ ribs.

Stagger. Agnus’ unseemly body bent forward. Beniyaru’s dagger aimed at his face.

“Agnus!!”

Agnus pulled out the dagger stuck in his forehead and growled at Zibal, “Get lost!”

He wanted to be alone. There was no need for a new relationship. He just wanted to resurrect his old lover and atone for her life. As his vision flashed red, he recalled a skill he had always ignored.

[Assimilation]

[Part of the ego of the 1st great demon, Baal will descend to your body.

Demon’ and control of the flesh will be transferred

Enter

Skill Duration: 2 minutes

Reset every time 3,000 human lives

to turn away from it. He felt a great reluctance to give others control of his body. Who in the world would transfer their body to someone else? It was only a very stupid or crazy person. Furthermore,

rest of your life. Your level will drop by one every time the contract

opponent, the easier it was to harm him. Therefore, he didn’t have time to run and hunt humans every day. Of course, a solution existed. He could slaughter the relatively weak. Visit a small village and destroy it or drop a spell

extremely reluctant to harm innocent children. It wasn’t because he was particularly

lost his temper and was no longer bound by his previous conscience. He had lost everything because he was weak. Even the last dignity had been

a negative manner

[Assimilation has been used.]

ruler of hell, is

Agnus, what is this? I didn’t know

“Don’t be sarcastic!”

to compliment you. Very

of Baal’s ego has

rotted, and the area was blackened. The nasty air not only harmed the hurt and collapsed Euphemina but also Zibal

“What...”

that Agnus’ entire body was covered in demonic energy. The blackened whites of

out a horn rising from his forehead and held it like a sword. At the same

are hiding like a rat in the forest?” Baal ridiculed Beniyaru as he narrowed the distance to her. He held Beniyaru’s hair in a vicious grip and whispered in her ear, “Keep this in mind, elf who is as timid as an adolescent boy. The only duty that the

Bang!

have a chance to do

“...”

by Baal’s fists, and she flinched. Her bloodied and bulging eyes were so horrendous that Zibal couldn’t bear to look. Euphemina, who had been

“Hrmm.”

as he approached Euphemina. It was a really refreshing smile, but his fingertips were turning into daggers. “The one who often showed ridiculous goodwill to

“Agnus...?”

their light, and her small body

said to himself as he threw away Euphemina who was beginning to turn to gray. Then he inserted the dagger drenched with Euphemina’s blood

more hands remaining. Every one of them unleashed a sword technique.

head to the sky as he blocked the three sword techniques from the God Hands with a

“Agnus!!”

“Pagma’s Descendant!”

that peeked through the gaps in his hair were full of anger and hatred. “Son of a bitch! What did you...! What did you do to

was asked to save Beniyaru. The first sight that Grid saw after arriving here was Euphemina’s death. His colleague

relatively weak in melee, could easily be overpowered.

‘So strong?’

Still, wasn’t there something called

“Blackening!”

a special skill like Bentao’s Mockery? Grid thought as he gathered his demonic energy. Although he was filled with great anger, he was surprisingly sober. He decided to rescue

“...?”

destroyed like it was a lie. Blackening stopped, and the skill effect didn’t occur. Baal grinned at the baffled Grid. “It is stupid to rely on demonic energy in front

“...?”

You haven’t even noticed? Unlike Pagma,

skin and long fangs as well as eyes

has

“...!?”

fighting energy was already full...? This was the fastest speed

Grid got goosebumps. The feeling of cold sweat flowing

question, “I sit on the throne of