Overgeared

“Haha! Kuhahahahat!” Garam watched the situation and exploded with laughter. It was because Grid’s reinforcements who appeared and stood in Harang’s way were ordinary humans.

“Hundreds of thousands of humans can gather and they will be as insignificant as dust. What is the point of relying on less than 10 people?” Garam mocked Grid, “You’ve lost any idea on basic concepts just because your momentum has increased a bit recently. There is nothing that you can expect by relying on humans. Humans might struggle but they can’t block the path of a god. Harang will be here soon and you will die.”

It was Braham, not Grid, who mocked Garam with a twisted smile, “You wouldn’t exist without humans.”

“What?”

Braham laughed. The most glamorous smile was derisive as he glanced at the yangbans, who judged the value of living creatures. “There is no comedy when a parasitic man who relies on human faith regards humans as insignificant.”

“...It is the exact same provocation as before. It is Hanul who created us and Hanul who gave us the qualifications of a god. Human faith is just a means to make us more complete.” Garam was refuting it sarcastically when he suddenly shut his mouth. He finally noticed that Braham’s claims couldn’t be denied.

Braham shrugged. “If, according to your logic, humans are insignificant then you will also be insignificant. Well, you are just a trivial thing.”

“You! I am tired of being scolded by a human!” Garam blushed and shouted as he realized he undermined his own value while discussing humans. It was a silly reaction.

Braham’s expression became mischievous. “There is no room for rebuttal. You are just a sick dog that can only bark at someone taller than it.”

“...!”

“It is funny that you people mistake yourselves as gods just because you are a little bit stronger than humans.” Braham’s gaze was focused on the cut off ear peeking through Garam’s matted hair. “The image of a god is unchanging.”

It was human habit to embody it the more they understood and remembered. It was because the abstract eventually faded. Humans remembered, preached, and prayed to thoroughly shape the object of faith. It was through them that the image of a god was immutable.

“If you were a real god—” Braham watched the yangbans who cut off their arm and foot to get rid of the poison. “If humans truly regarded you as gods, these insignificant wounds would already be gone.”

However, it wasn’t that way. Human beings were obligated to follow because they were afraid or deceived by false myths, but they didn’t serve with genuine faith. Why? Why didn’t the yangbans foresee the situation? Could they be true objects of faith when they didn’t respect and support humans? Braham didn’t have any doubts.

‘They would’ve done it at first.’ It was just that after many years, they forgot their position and made mistakes over and over again. Maybe the humans let them down first.

“...” Garam kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t angry nor did he deny Braham’s words. He merely looked at Braham with a serene gaze and analyzed the situation. He intuitively felt that the moment he intervened, he would fall apart.

“Gru, Naeun."

“Uh.”

“Speak.”

They were the yangbans who cut off their arm and foot to avoid the poison. They often argued with Garam but now they were showing a rare docile attitude. They determined that Garam, who had achieved a high performance in all of Chiyou’s test, would be able to overcome this crisis and acknowledged him as the leader.

“I will deal with the silver-haired man. You guys deal with the black-haired man behind him while waiting for Harang to join.”

the dangerous silver-haired man to Gru and Naeun while he dealt with Grid and gave Harang the finishing blow. However, this time he really had to be careful. He had to take the tough

“Um... I’ll do so.”

“I know.”

worry. In fact, they thought that Garam and the three of them would join forces to deal with the silver-haired man. They saw him as someone

of the creator of the reproduced Red Phoenix Bow,

but he must be persistent to live

Garam turning this man into a rag. The Cho king deceived the Hwan Kingdom thoroughly enough to prepare for the red phoenix’s resurrection and he must’ve prepared a trump card. Even if the red phoenix’s curse grabbed Garam’s ankle, it would be difficult for him to drive Garam

and Naeun placed Garam behind them as they released the soft swords tied to their waist at Grid. Gru had lost his right

die

you, maker of the reproduced

upper body deeply forward to touch the ground while Naeun grabbed his shoulder and climbed onto his back. It was a swordsmanship that a human couldn’t attain even if they trained all

and his heart was pierced by Gru’s soft sword. He was already more dead than alive due to Garam and couldn’t respond to the speed of the

sword movement to fall toward Grid’s head, stabbing his sword toward it. He thought this human was completely

“Kuaaaaak!”

“...!?”

head.

‘Shunpo?’

as he landed on the ground and turned his gaze in Gru’s

“Ohhhhhh!”

chest as he advanced and advanced. He recklessly approached Gru as he stabbed and swung his sword wildly like a wounded beast at the

“Get away now!”

his ankle to operate the Blue Dragon Breath and Black Tortoise Breath to strengthen his speed and attack power. He immediately flew to Grid and

like dragon scales, ripping at Grid’s internal organs. It might not be an instant death but the

“Kuaaaaah!”

even louder as he chopped at Gru together with the black and gold hands holding weapons. Gru couldn’t bear it and abandoned his sword to

“Link!”

“Nyaang!”

a cat-like monster risked their lives

“N-Nauen!”

“...!”

eyes seeking help

The wind moved as hundreds of attacks were thrown at Grid. Yet all the attacks were scattered by an

‘What?’

groan filled his ears. The eerily silent blade pierced

‘T-This is impossible?’

Grid’s pressure, Gru fled with all his might. At the same time, Gru—skewered by the Enlightenment Sword—sank down like

“De...ad?”