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.

will be converted to Great Demon’ and control of the flesh will

Conditions: Enter

Skill Duration: 2 minutes

Reset every time

their body to someone else? It was only a very stupid or crazy person. Furthermore, there was a bigger problem. The real problem was the contents of the ‘contract’

life. Your level will drop by one every

stronger the 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

he was particularly kind, but

lost everything because he was weak. Even the last dignity had been trampled on. He had the right to pay back the same thing

negative manner and shouted,

[Assimilation has been used.]

of hell, is laughing

this? I didn’t know you

“Don’t be sarcastic!”

I’m not being sarcastic. I’m trying to compliment you. Very well done. In rare

Baal’s ego has entered your

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

“What...”

was happening all of a sudden? The confused gazes of Euphemina and Zibal turned to Agnus. They could see that Agnus’ entire body was covered in demonic energy. The

The piece of Baal’s ego that had descended to Agnus’ body pulled out a horn rising from his forehead and held it like a sword. At the same time,

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

Bang!

a chance to do

“...”

bulging eyes were so horrendous that Zibal couldn’t bear to look. Euphemina, who had been stunned because

“Hrmm.”

Step. Step. Baal smiled as he approached Euphemina. It was a really refreshing smile, but his fingertips were turning into

“Agnus...?”

inserted into Euphemina’s delicate neck. Her blue eyes lost their light, and her small body collapsed like a broken doll in

threw away Euphemina who was beginning to turn to gray. Then he inserted the dagger drenched with Euphemina’s blood into Beniyaru, who was still lying against a

the hand, but there were still three more hands remaining. Every one of them unleashed a sword technique. Link, Kill, Pinnacle—it was a familiar swordsmanship to Baal’s. It was from

sky as he blocked the three sword techniques from the God

“Agnus!!”

“Pagma’s Descendant!”

Grid’s eyes that peeked through the gaps in his hair were full of anger and hatred. “Son of a bitch! What did

sight that Grid saw

melee, could easily be overpowered. Agnus easily blocked Grid’s attacks with a small dagger.

‘So strong?’

wasn’t there something called a gap? Grid wasn’t convinced this was due to Agnus’ growth, considering he

“Blackening!”

energy. Although he was filled with great anger, he was surprisingly sober. He decided

“...?”

it was a lie. Blackening stopped, and the skill effect didn’t occur. Baal grinned at the baffled Grid. “It is stupid to rely

“...?”

noticed? Unlike Pagma, you

realized something. With white skin and long fangs as well as eyes which had blackened whites, Agnus’ appearance was different from usual. It was reminiscent

energy has reached

“...!?”

already full...? This

of cold sweat flowing down his back was

the trembling Grid’s question, “I sit on