Overgeared

“Ugh!”

Something huge and ugly was the method to create primitive fear. The black tortoise merely cried out to the sky but the high rankers shuddered with fear. They felt threatened by the enormous size of the black tortoise and disgusted by its appearance. Grid was the same. No, the confusion he felt was much greater. It was a side effect of knowing many things.

‘Is this one of the Four Auspicious Beasts?’

Grid knew—the Four Auspicious Beasts were the guardian gods of humanity, born from the aspirations of humanity. It was their role to help with the stability and prosperity of humanity. Naturally, they were favorable to humanity and their existence itself was beneficial for humanity. This wasn’t speculation, it was real.

Grid had witnessed the resurrection of the red phoenix enriching the south. Now the current black tortoise was completely different. The resurrection of the black tortoise didn’t help the north. A black, sticky liquid oozed from the snake scales and eroded the civilization of the earth. The smoke that came from the fire spout protruding from the tortoise shell covered the sun in the sky.

[Death is coming!]

[Death is coming!]

[Death...!]

The transcendent senses that detected and warned of danger drove Grid to great confusion. The warning messages steadily rose and Grid was dizzy.

‘...This isn’t the guardian god.’

Grid watched the growing size of the black liquid puddle and was convinced.

‘A wounded god.’

It was completely different from the red phoenix. The black tortoise was a god that stifled human life and destiny just by its existence. Was it originally like this?

‘No, it is impossible.’

The Twelve Zodiacs had told him that the black tortoise was the gentlest of the Four Auspicious Beasts. They said the reason the black tortoise denied and got rid of artificial substances was for humans.

‘By preserving nature, it is protecting the human race.’

It was extreme logic comparable to the claim that there was no war without an army. In any case, most of the actions of the black tortoise came from its heart or instincts for humanity.

‘It is different now.’

Night came to the world because the poison that the black tortoise emitted completely covered the sun. Was this darkness that withered life, for humanity? Not at all.

‘Something is wrong.’

It was strange from the beginning of the resurrection. It appeared that the yangbans had deliberately released the black tortoise.

‘Did they make this type of black tortoise?’

It happened when Grid was constantly thinking.

“Dammit! They hid a monster instead of a treasure!”

deceived by the yangbans! We have

fail the

to protect the treasure but we don’t even know where the treasure is! It

avoided the black liquid that fell from the black tortoise’s scales. Whenever the poison touched their skin, they quickly took out an antidote to drink it. However, the situation of some magicians wasn't good. They had relatively

“Hey! Come this way!”

their shields to stop the black liquid falling from the sky. They didn’t know

“Gasp.”

objects meant for self-defense would melt without defending them. The black tortoise had no idea of the situation on the ground. It was still roaring at the sky without looking at the humans it

"Damn...!"

magicians behind them all paled. A black drop of water, the same size as a house, was falling over

“Shield!”

“Anti-magic!”

was useless. Shield couldn’t

‘We’re going to die!’

the rankers. For some reason, his armor and helmet were removed. He was only wearing a shirt, shoulder guards, gaiters,

“H-Hey!”

“Kyaaak!”

would melt and die without a

black liquid touched

half-naked blond man spoke, “This liquid only extinguishes artificial substances and is

“Eh?”

off their items without hesitation. Then they

blond knight—Grid shrugged with Asmophel’s appearance. "I never

he saw them. He

out of here,” Grid urged

here by a call from the heavens, just

pain on them. Grid recalled the blacksmiths who had been killed by Garam before

“Uh...?”

to leave this spot when they suddenly stiffened like statues. They stared blankly at the blond knight without being

durability of Berith's Skin Mask has decreased

couldn’t be compared to a god. It meant the skin mask made by Berith wouldn’t be

into short black hair and the cool eyes became sharp. The muscles that made up the chest and

“...Grid?”

the blond knight and were astonished. Then their faces soon distorted. The emotion that struck them was

representatives of their countries. If they had something in common, it was that they suffered due to

Why are you helping

Grid or not, they had been struggling to catch up with him and

really nothing to

because it was boring. He was going to be stronger. He would be sure to become stronger so that Grid wouldn’t be able to say the same thing again. Participating in this quest was just one

the

instead of hindering us...! Does it mean we’re not even

They were mortified by their pitiful selves, who could only be angry at Grid for doing them a favor. It was a complicated feeling that the rankers themselves couldn’t understand.

a yangban say, “The wrath of the black tortoise is directed