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.

this time, your class will be converted to Great Demon’ and

Conditions: Enter a

Skill Duration: 2 minutes

time 3,000

others control of his body. Who in the world would transfer their body to someone else? It was only a very

every day for the rest of your life. Your level will

the 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 and destroy it or drop a spell at a hunting ground

because he was particularly kind, but it was the nature of humans. This was

he was weak. Even the last dignity had been trampled on. He had the right

in a negative manner

[Assimilation has been used.]

of hell, is laughing

this? I didn’t know

“Don’t be sarcastic!”

being sarcastic. I’m trying to compliment you. Very well done. In

of Baal’s ego has entered

the forest quickly rotted, and the area was blackened. The nasty air

“What...”

Euphemina and Zibal turned to Agnus. They could see that Agnus’ entire body was covered in demonic energy. The blackened whites of his eyes made his cold, gold

from his forehead and held it like a sword. At the same time, Beniyaru fell. There was a big hole in

a vicious grip and whispered in her ear, “Keep this in mind, elf who is as timid as

Bang!

won't have a chance to do

“...”

horrendous that Zibal couldn’t bear to look. Euphemina, who had been stunned because of the critical hit to her heart,

“Hrmm.”

a really refreshing smile, but his fingertips were turning into daggers. “The one who

“Agnus...?”

into Euphemina’s delicate neck. Her blue eyes lost their

on,” Baal said to himself as he threw away Euphemina

Every one of

the sky as he blocked the three sword techniques

“Agnus!!”

“Pagma’s Descendant!”

dagger collided and caused a shockwave. Grid’s eyes 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

a transcendent—a player. Grid judged that Agnus, who was relatively weak in melee, could easily be overpowered. Agnus easily blocked Grid’s attacks with a small dagger. The black flames and

‘So strong?’

this. Still, wasn’t there something called a gap? Grid wasn’t convinced this was due

“Blackening!”

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

“...?”

energy created by Blackening was destroyed like it was a lie. Blackening stopped, and the skill effect didn’t occur. Baal grinned at the baffled

“...?”

haven’t even noticed? Unlike Pagma, you have a stupid

Agnus’ ridiculous babble, belatedly realized something. With white skin and long fangs as well as

has reached the

“...!?”

full...? This was the fastest

feeling of cold sweat flowing down

to the trembling Grid’s question,