Overgeared

At the toothless tiger community...

The old rocks collapsed. It was the work of the blue tiger.

“You are an absurd guy.”

Garam swept his long hair—soaked with blood and sweat—behind his ears and laughed. His eyebrows raised sharply as his eyes alternated between looking at the injured blue tiger and at the collapsed old stones.

“There is no precedent for humans to survive in the face of a god’s grudge. Even if you grab onto my ankles until I break down the few remaining of the 12 Zodiacs, Grid is doomed to die. He might resurrect a few times but he will always dance on the palm of my hand and suffer from tens of thousands of deaths.”

There was no value in a foolish sacrifice...

Mocking overflowed from Garam’s leisurely face. He had no doubt that he would be able to find Grid again and kill him, even if he missed Grid now. Honestly, he was enjoying it by this point. He wanted to have fun, like a hunter setting a fire and waiting for the raccoon to crawl out of the cave. He was holding the Cho Kingdom as a hostage.

The blue tiger shuddered. “Aheung. I feel sorry for you, a god’s creation who is pretending to be a god.”

“...”

Garam’s face was stiff. Humans and yangbans were no different, thus they should cherish each other and treat each other equally. A madman’s sophistry revolved around Garam’s head. He silently stared at the blue tiger for a moment before turning his attention to the 10 trembling toothless tigers.

“Since killing a god is impossible, I’ll have to torture and kill them to allay my anger.”

“Why are you obsessed with pointless killing?”

Garam snorted as the blue tiger blocked his way. “Didn’t I say that I was going to soothe my anger?”

Garam started to wield the sword like a whip. He shivered with joy as he remembered the days when he tortured the blue tiger. The wounds on the blue tiger’s body increased as he was forced on the defensive, only for the toothless tigers to cry out. “Aheung! The other yangban chased the human!”

“...?”

Garam and the blue tiger’s attention shifted at the same time. The tigers explained with an incomprehensible expression.

“T-The two of them are fighting! A yangban suddenly appeared on the side of the sheep community and crossed using the stones, heung!”

“There was no time to stop him, heung!”

“...!”

Garam and the blue tiger’s eyes were burning after they saw that the tigers weren’t lying. The blue tiger was worried about Grid and the Red Phoenix Bow while Garam was anxious about his dirty laundry being discovered.

are the only one who can fool

much weaker than the Seven, including Garam, but they were still yangbans. It was easy for them to

son of

dirty laundry. Garam went crazy at the thought and rushed forward. The blue tiger and the toothless tigers were no longer his concerns. The moment he was ridiculed by the other yangban, his position might be weakened and he

would take time to get to the rabbit community. He was forced

no reason to hold him with force. Grid would already be dead. It was too early to have given him

brought danger to

tiger was in

***

yangban for the first time. The presence had been reminiscent of the legends of the West Continent and Grid had flinched back. Yes, the yangbans were strong. Those who had the

“Pinnacle Kill.”

predicted the odds of winning. Unlike a few years ago, he didn’t shrink back. Now he was stronger and had penetrated the weaknesses of the yangbans. It

“Ugh!”

yangban—it was that they made mistakes out of pride. Hangyeol was humiliated because he couldn’t respond quickly to Grid’s surprise attack. He never imagined that a human would dare to strike

guard like this? I understand why his

“...!”

back. There was a wave of

‘This strength...’

Grid to the East Continent using a quest and he used this invisible wind to turn Grid to tatters. This was one of the decisive

The identity of this ability that Garam called ‘power’ was actually Formless Will. The power of willpower, embodied by those who had

Avoiding the intangible winds? This person wasn’t a normal human. It was unknown how he mastered Pagma’s Swordsmanship but he must’ve overcome human limitations in

earnest. The force of the wind that blew around Hangyeol gradually became faster and fiercer. He had no intention of pulling out

were a disaster

were already healing quickly. It was the power of the Red Phoenix Breath. No, there was no need to talk about the Red Phoenix Breath. The wounds he suffered weren’t deep in the first place. It was evidence that a human

I’ll break

a cheerful laugh and his

obsessed with every little wound Grid dealt him because it was a blow to his pride. Hangyeol, who wasn’t chosen to be an object of faith, had endured

attacks. This was the power of one who would become a god. Before great power, humans

“...What?”

stiffened. The intangible winds were torn away without reaching

target’s solid will has neutralized

willpower. It also meant that it wouldn’t work against strong-willed targets at all. The expansion of his mana core allowed Grid to open the

“This...!”

stood with a baffled expression and hurriedly grasped his sword. It was because the man engulfed in

“Transcend!”

didn’t narrow the distance, the situation would be at a disadvantage for a while. Hangyeol rushed forward. He