Overgeared

How many iterations was this world currently at? Even the parties involved in the repeated destruction and creation of the world wouldn’t know exactly. For them, the world was as worthless as a sandcastle. It was impossible for them to remember the worlds that had collapsed. Yet for someone, this world was everything.

It was the same for Zikfrector. He fought against the notion that everything that was precious to him would be born and then destroyed with this existing world. He gathered up his willpower with his companions and rebelled against the gods. However, he couldn’t go directly to war. The world was already on the verge of destruction when he barely woke up his spirit affected by the Curse of Sloth. No, maybe it had already perished.

“......”

Every time he was affected by the curse that affected his willpower, he had the same dream. His companions sealed in the gaps of the world howled in pain. Then they found him and closed their mouths. They would force a smile at him. It was as if telling him not to worry. It was as if they didn’t blame him. Thus, it was even more distressing. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt and hated and cursed himself. It was a binding that would never end.

He was sobbing as usual when he heard a voice that he hadn’t heard in a while.

"We finally meet.”

It was Jake. Blessed by the god of luck, he was a hero who avoided all death variables with strong luck. He had saved the lives of his colleagues many times on the journey of destroying the demons of hell. He had been silent for thousands of years after carrying the sin of the gods and now he spoke with a wide smile, “You found a great companion, Zik. I’m glad. It is really fortunate.”

***

“Jake...!” He woke up from his sleep the moment he tried to grab onto Jake, who lost his strength and fell back into the gap. There was the sensation of cold metal touching his back. How long had he been asleep? Days? Months? Or a few years...

The surprised Zikfrector looked up and quickly examined the surrounding landscape. He was moving. He was on top of something that was running. It was on top of something high enough that his gaze lined up with a large conifer tree. Due to the influence of his long sleep, his degenerated muscles didn’t work properly. It was useless even if he trained to the limits. This body that was plagued by the Curse of Sloth was at its limits.

Zikfrector got up with a bit of trouble and looked back. The metal giant’s gaze turned to himself. It was an ancient product that caused him to recall old memories of the past, the magic machine.

“Did you sleep well?” Zibal’s voice flowed from Raiders. It was admirable and thankful that he strengthened his accent to hide his fatigue. Were all the other knights dead? Zikfrector felt regret and sorry. He would repay this grace by killing the gods and saving the world.

“Yes.” Zikfrector’s brief answer was as calm as usual. He controlled his shaken expression. He had to restrain his emotions. This was the only way he could hold on in this crazy world...

The ancient runes that emerged around Zikfrector created a brilliant path that was like a galaxy in front of Raiders. This was the magic he had used to visit the Hwan Kingdom. Raiders got on the road and soon disappeared.

After a while—

“...I missed him.”

missed the fish that he caught so he was bound to feel unpleasant. Even so, there was no shame. The cause of this mission’s

of ‘physically impossible to chase.’ It wasn’t like a transcendent’s Shunpo that leapt across a certain distance, but he couldn’t narrow the distance. Thus, there was no way to stop it. Every time he got close to the magic machine, ridiculous bad luck occurred and the tracking was disrupted. It was a feeling like some huge power was interfering. It was like the power of the Seven Evils, i.e. the power of the gods that the martial god

can’t catch him

possible and he wouldn’t miss a second time. Haegak ordered the followers

reasons. They wanted power so it was natural to worship the martial god. On the continent, there were symbols such as temples or stations that honored the martial god. All of them became the eyes and ears of the martial god. The dozens of followers, including Haegak, scattered everywhere.

the other hand, outside the small city of Bairan in

young man jumped around happily. However, the corpse of the huge monster that fell by the boy’s side was

Lord and felt rare astonishment. Certainly, this forest was a hunting area with low requirements. However, the Awakened Guardian of the Forest that appeared in a specific cycle that Lord waited a month

joined forces. Yet Lord alone took down the Guardian of the Forest in 10 minutes. Lord possessed all types of legendary skills so his potential was excellent, but the Grid created items

increased damage every time the same target was attacked, armor that improved tolerance to all types of damage, a cloak that frequently removed aggro, as well

years, Grid had prepared many gifts

many blue

reciprocate? It was wonderful to see Lord smiling happily as

“This...?!”

forest for a long time and Faker had seen it many times. He had just never been very interested in

thoughts were

good, but... this is the Overgeared Kingdom,” Lord murmured as he stepped on the statue and smashed

no reason for the symbols of gods other than Grid. At

the Shadow group members to get rid of all

with the Sariel event, the gods weren’t particularly divine. Rebecca’s position was so great that he should be cautious about touching the symbols of Goddess

and threw a dagger to destroy another statue lying among

Suddenly—

“......?”

discovered the galaxy lighting up the broad daylight

***

that the procession to

God Grid has achieved

by 30% and the probability of making a high rated item has slightly

stats will increase by 19% each. The casting speed and power of sword dance-type attack skills and casting speed and cooldown time reduction of magic will increase