Overgeared

“Keuk, why is there a sandstorm right now...?”

“Ignore it and chase him. We can’t miss him after finally finding him.”

“Today we will definitely kill him.”

The dark blue dopos fluttered lightly. A fierce sandstorm was blowing over the yangbans in the desert, obscuring their view, but their running became faster. It was difficult to stop a yangban even if the natural world took hold of everything.

‘Did he think he could get rid of us with just this?’

The yangban, Yeum—the right arm of Mir, who was chosen to be the guardian of the Blue Dragon Dao and was staying in Kaya. In fact, she thought this task was easy. She determined that even the rumored Grid wouldn’t dare to invade Kaya when Mir was guarding the Blue Dragon Dao. During her time in Kaya, she planned to study with Mir and focus on training.

Then half a year ago, a human other than Grid hid in Kaya—Sword Saint Kraugel. At first, he moved stealthily. He seemed to be looking for the secret technique of the former Sword Saint, Muller. Yet at some point, he started to move boldly and started to kill the yangbans.

The number of yangbans killed by him was three. Although they hadn’t yet taken off their gats and weren’t qualified to receive the humans’ faith, they were still great beings with half the blood of a god flowing through them. Yet they were killed by a mere human.

Yeum had no intention of forgiving Kraugel.

“......?!”

Is it because she was immersed in her anger for a while? Yeum was running in order to break through the sandstorm quickly and belatedly noticed that one of the yangbans following her had disappeared.

“Stop!”

“......!”

Yeum’s sharp cry stopped both parties.

“Ugh!”

The pressure of the sandstorm became more violent once they stopped moving. The yangbans were pushed back a few steps before barely stopping and they felt it when they were close to each other. They couldn’t see the companion right next to them. The sandstorm was this thick.

“Dat Byeol is missing.”

“......?!”

The yangbans were confused by Yeum’s words and raised their senses. Then they realized that their number had suddenly been reduced from four to three.

“Did he get swallowed up by the storm and flew away?”

“No way. He must’ve become lost.”

“No...” Yeum looked back the way they came. She couldn’t see in front of her, but her keen senses hadn’t been lost. “He was hunted.”

“What?”

“The Sword Saint is here.”

“......”

The sandstorm that was becoming more violent...

and Kraugel were fighting in there right now. The scent of blood at the tip of her nose must be from Dat Byeol. The fight between the two men would’ve

the

were like... it was like Kraugel knew beforehand that a sandstorm was coming and lured them here. No swordsman could have such foresight. Even if he predicted the appearance of this sandstorm by using daoism like a daoist, it was impossible to exercise his strength

in a breath. He thought he tasted iron in his

as he barely stopped his body from falling and grabbed the thing stuck in his neck. It was a sword. A cold sword was piercing

“...You!”

spurted like a fountain from the hole that suddenly opened up. The yangban who survived quickly unwrapped the soft sword that he was wearing like a belt. At the same time, he

sandstorm was exerting its influence on the thin sword. The yangban’s soft sword could take all types of forms and attacked irregularly but its mass was low. It

this moment, the yangban realized it. Why did that mole-like bastard choose to fight

“Thunderbolt.”

condensed sword energy created lightning. It was a sight that suggested the springboard for acceleration had been laid. A hunter crouched in the sandstorm. Sword Saint Kraugel’s body gained acceleration and he linked the next

“Frenzy Sword.”

turned into a beam of lightning and broke through the sandstorm, passing through the

“Cough...!”

yangban’s view. Then he would appear to the front, the back, or the side

“......!”

the yangban before shaking off the blood on his sword. Just then, the dust that had risen due to

a dust explosion caused by the heat and pressure of the thunderbolt called Kraugel. It was a series of explosions that seemed to recreate the power of great magic. It destroyed the space in

“......!!”

She only flew to look from the sky. It was just that her body was crushed by the storm and that chain

explosion swept over her body. The devastating explosion shredded her clothes, burned her skin and broke her bones. However, Yeum didn’t groan at all. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain with boiling anger. She glared through the storm that had briefly scattered from side to side due to

and crazy as she saw the man stabbing his sword in the chest of a half-god. Just a few months ago, he was a man with a lacking heart and body. She didn’t know when but he had built a new body and heart and

there!” Yeum barely squeezed out

my mother is looking for

“......?!”

with an

stop!! This...! This rat

swear words. Nevertheless, it was useless. Kraugel had already disappeared beyond the storm. She would have to search

***

in the

escape the sandstorm and bandaged his body. During the first attack against the yangban called Dat Byeol, he was stabbed in a vital spot and the wound didn’t heal with just potions. He

“Too bad...”

avoid Dat Byeol’s counterattack. His original goal was to assassinate the three yangbans except

took advantage of

month. No, he unfortunately missed the chance that he wouldn’t be able

of ignoring Muller’s secret

but he had a solid goal. The goal was to make the world aware that the Sword Saint was him, Kraugel, not Muller’s successor. Didn’t everyone who played the game want to achieve the best feat at

best feat that the current Kraugel could aim for was to be at least equal to Muller.

am

was hidden somewhere in Kaya. He achieved his purpose in coming to Kaya. Nevertheless, the reason he remained in

with the yangbans, his super sensitivity stat went up very quickly. It was more than twice as fast as

seconds. Muller said that this way, the consumption of physical and mental strength reached the highest level. The road to control was to polish his

Control.

Transcendents who accumulated their transcendent status and achieved the ‘world’ of transcendence couldn’t withstand the recoil

words that he glimpsed from

“......”