Overgeared

“This microorganism...! You are inferior to beasts!”

Garam’s original plan was simple—he was going to tear Grid apart, kill him, and then go to the Cho Kingdom for retribution. Nobuldam tried to protect Grid. As the king’s servant, the Cho king should naturally be held responsible. Yet things had become twisted. He couldn’t see other people in this state.

“...!”

“G-Garam?” A path lined with white phosphorus trees that bloomed once in a thousand years—a man and woman enjoying a walk near the entrance of the Hwan Kingdom were shocked to find the approaching Garam. Garam’s appearance was different than usual. His long hair, which was usually twisted up with a hairpin or combed beautifully, was scattered in a mess. The dopo that should be clean without a crease was crushed, torn, and stained with blood. The most surprising thing was that it was Garam’s own blood soaking his dopo. His ear was cut off.

What was this? What type of disaster had occurred to injure the body of a god?

“What happened?”

“Let's start with treatment!”

The man and woman rushed to Garam’s side and made a fuss. They were also yangbans of the Hwan Kingdom. They were genuinely concerned about their brother Garam, who was born and raised by the same parents. However, Garam thought they were insignificant. Rather than being irritated that they didn’t qualify to become gods, they whispered garbage and loved him like a brother. Pagma, who condemned the yangbans, was a hundred, no, a thousand times better than these people...

“...!”

Garam wielded his soft sword without making a sound and slashed at the man and woman’s necks. Garam’s pride was too strong to leave them alive after they witnessed his ugly self.

“Shit... Shit!” Garam swore as he faced the resentful gazes of those who died without knowing why. He was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety. It was different from his usual self. To be exact, due to Grid who had become qualified to be a god, there were dark clouds hovering over his future that couldn’t be seen.

Then a bell jingled over Garam’s head.

“You have seen a real god,” a familiar voice followed. Garam’s eyes widened as he looked up and saw a man floating above him. The man wore a mask and had on a necklace made of leather with large bells tied to them. His hair and visible eyes were fierce, causing Garam to freeze.

“Chiyou...”

Garam’s expression was stiff. He felt terrible dissatisfaction because an opponent he could never match was seeing him in a pathetic state.

‘Pretend you haven’t seen me.’ Garam couldn’t bear to bring up this request and changed the subject. “A real god? Then there are fake gods? A god is a god. In the first place, he is a human, not a god.”

The myth of the guardian gods was known to Garam. Unlike the Three Gods that existed from chaos and the majority of gods who were created, the guardian gods were the purest beings born of the aspirations of humans. Chiyou in front of him belonged to that type—the crystallization of ‘military arts’, born from the aspirations of humans who wanted power. Even War God Zeratul, who Rebecca had created, was just a copy of Chiyou.

“You are afraid and anxious. It is pathetic to see you deny it.” The mask that Chiyou wore shook, the face behind it seemed to express ridicule.

“Shut up!” In fact, Garam knew—it was true that he had limitations. A god that came from forced faith couldn’t be omnipotent. However, were they so insignificant that they could be labelled as fake and ridiculed? No, a god was a god—the power might be different but the divinity was the same. “Even if he becomes a god, he will be on the level of the Four Auspicious Beasts at most. That person is just like the Four Auspicious Beasts, born for abstract reasons. I can afford to handle him. I will seal him, just like I sealed the Four Auspicious Beasts in the distant past!”

Chiyou, who was born out of the specific will of ‘the power to conquer the gods’ or ‘independence from the gods,’ was a monster beyond the standards but the Four Auspicious Beasts were different. They had limitations, just like the yangbans, and it would be the same for Grid.

Chiyou stared at Garam trying to believe this and pointed to a distant place. “Look.”

“...!”

power, Garam’s gaze moved over the Red Sea to the West Continent. He saw a black-haired man. He was a man who communicated with the sword. Chiyou’s words were meaningful, “Child who will

“...?”

with this child for a long time, gradually becoming

“...!”

are real gods and

alone. He forgot the modicum of respect for Chiyou and the fear of hell as he expressed his killing intent.

“...?”

all of Garam’s senses. There

the trajectory of his sword. Yet before his sword could reach the target, Chiyou’s finger touched Garam’s forehead.

you want to

appearance of the absurd man who wanted to cut a god and the pathetic man who sold his soul to Baal intersected with Grid’s appearance, stimulating Garam. “Do you know? If you confront them

no longer present. Garam’s eyes were bloodshot. Grid, the Sword Saint,

***

He prayed that the land

have transcended the concept of

“...Keuk!”

just a while ago. It was the expression of the space movement skill, Shunpo. As a reward for his fourth epic, Grid had built up his transcendence and his chances of triggering Shunpo was now at almost 20%. It was a leap forward compared to the time when it was described as

further I leap, the

Pant, pant.

of leaping the ‘maximum distance’. The mana cost for leaping five meters was 2,000 and there was no decline in stamina.

“Hmm?”

phoenix heart. He felt his stamina recovering whenever the red phoenix’s heart beat. Then he saw gorgeously decorated buildings on the new horizon. He arrived in Kars. It took him only half a day. The virtues of Shunpo were high but the ‘Guardian of the Land

of the Land of Old

will increase by 1.5 times and terrain adaptability is maintained at

behavior could be constrained and slowed down. However, if terrain

besides Pangea

be classified as the land of the old gods. Grid believed

“By the way...”

within his field of view. The scenery of Kars was peaceful, unlike what he expected. It was

that madman Garam go the wrong

for the hidden shrines. He had no intention of fighting Garam again and risking his life, but he couldn’t turn away after knowing there were those who secretly

my delay at the shrine, it is very

Kars so calm? Grid frowned

obvious. It is

insidious. His plan to capture just Grid by luring

“...No.”