Overgeared

A knight’s face armor represented integrity, while the goat horns symbolized the devil. The helmet in the lava waterfall was in the shape of a bird with goat horns attached to the knight’s helmet.

‘It has a terrible stench.’

Grid was curious about the creator. As Grid observed the helmet, the helmet was also aware of the situation.

-That's right.Are you Pagma's Descendant?Do you want to ask me to liberate the empress’ soul?

“That’s right.”

Sure enough, it wasn’t wrong. It was a helmet, so it had a good mind. The strangely convinced Grid made a bold demand, “Liberate the soul of the empress.” The God Hands hovering around Grid slowly flew toward the lava waterfall. The name of the helmet was ‘Talima’s Shame.’

-Kukuk, it wasn’t a comedy or a drama, but a tragedy.It has been split up.Sure enough, you truly are Pagma's Descendant.

“Split up?”

-I’m talking about the empress’ soul.

The red light from Talima's Shame’s swept over the four God Hands followed by Grid’s equipment in turn. Each item that received the attention of Talima's Shame had something in common. It was an item made out of Greed, which contained pavranium.

“Ah!”

Grid understood. Originally, the soul of the empress inhabited the mineral called pavranium. However, pavranium was split apart several times and repeatedly reborn in a new form. Could the empress’ soul be safe during the process? It wasn’t possible. Even Braham had suffered from the aftermath of his soul’s damage.

‘The empress’ soul wouldn’t have been complete from the beginning.’

By the time Grid started collecting pavranium, the pavranium had already been torn apart into dozens of pieces. The empress’ soul had been broken the first time she met Grid. It was the moment when it was revealed why communication with the soul of the empress (pavranium) wasn’t smooth.

“...What is the current state of the empress’ soul?”

-She is just a rag. What else?She is an idiot with only her instincts left.

“……”

Guilt struck Grid. However, Grid hadn’t known about the empress’ soul. He hadn’t intended to harm her. Grid tried to shake off his guilt and continued asking questions.

“Is there any way to heal the soul?”

-She will ascend if you liberate her soul. Is there any need to heal it?

“Ascend?”

-A soul that has lost its body will be recovered to heaven or hell.It is the same for us, who use the battle gears as our body.

“What if the soul refuses to ascent?”

-Hahat, voluntarily refusing to ascend is only possible for monsters.

He was glad. In any case, the empress’ soul would rise to heaven as long as she freed the soul. The relieved Grid prompted Talima's Shame. “Then free her.”

-Do you seriously mean it?Won’t your battle gears be reduced to ordinary scrap iron the moment the empress’ soul is free?

This didn’t mean that the item’s functionality would deteriorate. It would become an ordinary item that was unable to make judgments or act for itself. Grid was naturally aware of it.

“I will just inject a new ego.”

infused into the items made with Greed. The weapons would have a more aggressive ego while armor would have a more cautious ego. It wouldn’t be any

you found a

isn’t like that. I’m different

intention of confining

Ego skill and kept away from it. Talima's Shame stared at the determined will in his eyes. He

is denying him!How interesting!Well, it isn’t a bad choice.Only someone second rate would

The nervous Grid sighed with relief once Talima's Shame showed a cooperative attitude. Then

the way.Why should I help

seemed to be 50 meters long as the helmet flew through the lava waterfall toward Grid

you leave one door

chains that had been stretched to their full extent contracted. Talima's Shame was pulled back

will control your body and escape this

battle gears trapped in Pandemonium were called evil existences and he couldn’t trust them. It was impossible to control them apart from oppressing them

“......!”

roar and he could see as many as 2,000 battle gears passing through the corridor toward him. They were the items from the 10th room. Various weapons, armor, and accessories

“Dammit.”

the God Hands to his side. Then he summoned Noe,

“Focus on the weapons.”

“Nyong.”

“Yes!”

Clack clack!Clack clack clack!

ego items. They used their skills and magic even without a

“Che!”

situation wasn’t too bad. It was thanks to the outstanding performance of the armor with the weapon breaker characteristic. Most of the weapons that attacked Grid failed to deal great damage to him. They were broken in reverse, fell

had risen significantly in the Chaos Mountains and now had 50%

Shame watched the situation

dwarf’s wish!The pinnacle of all battle gear!I command the soulless puppets to

“......?!”

were amazed. The equipment they

wide

of accessories were forcing themselves on Grid’s body. The purpose of the ego items was simple. It was to

then, the chains binding Talima's Shame started breaking. It was the result of the ego swords cutting off

finally escape from this tiring

Shame shame accelerated after getting away from the lava. It flew toward the head of Grid, who was struggling for control of

your body and mind are

finally got a human body. Talima's Shame laughed happily only to suddenly stop. It couldn’t laugh any

-W-What is this?

felt for the first time in its life and struggled. However, it was useless. It couldn’t move. The other ego items on Grid’s body were already the same. Notification windows were being

allowed

Pagma’s Descendant has allowed you to equip the Gaiters of

has allowed you to

class effect of Pagma’s Descendant has allowed you to equip the Concave

Pagma’s Descendant has allowed you

class effect of Pagma’s

......

…

of Pagma’s Descendant has allowed you to equip the Talima's

“...What are you doing?”

-T-This is crazy!

strong. Making the best work—tt wasn’t an exaggeration to say that this was the

dwarves’ unwritten rule and passed down their works. At first, it was a sword—two generations devoted their lives and a masterpiece was born. Next was the shield—three generations devoted their lives and a masterpiece was born. After that was the helmet—five generations devoted their lives to create the world’s greatest masterpiece and a monster