Overgeared

Haster's hearing was simple and accurate. It was at a level that could perceive space and capture the movement of objects with sound alone. It was a true ability gained by polishing and studying it to the extreme as he became a legend of the FPS world. His sharp hearing was enough to pinpoint the target without being misled by dozens or hundreds of noises, so it was natural to be suspicious that he used a map hack during his prime.

Haster looked straight ahead while stabbing his spear behind his back to block the sword stab of the God Hand. If someone saw this scene, they would wonder if he had eyes in the back of his head. If only he hadn't fallen forward...

'Keuk... Is this a true story?'

Haster had no sense of reality about the situation. What the hell was this attack power? Every time he blocked an attack from the God Hands, his muscles twisted and his bones would ring. His health also decreased. In this way, defense had no meaning.

'There are 30 like this?'

Didn't he say he could win even if he fought all 30? How much had Grid been laughing at him?

'I would like to hide in a mouse hole.'

Haster blushed and turned his head to the left. At the same time, he twisted his collarbone and raised his shoulders. The God Hand's attack struck his shoulder blade. Haster couldn't withstand the attack and leaned back, tightening his waist just before his back hit the ground. The sharp blade swept past the tip of his nose.

Haster reached out to the God Hand which disappeared into the corner of his field of view. He was going to catch it and subdue it. However, he didn't touch it. His speed was slower than the God Hand. He heard a new destructive sound.

Haster immediately grasped the position through the sound and rotated his pelvis. A fluttering cloak wrapped around the sword that the God Hand had stabbed at him with. Haster gripped his cloak and waved it. He intended to twist the cloak like a pretzel to hold the sword and guide the God Hand's trajectory in the desired direction.

'Then use a skill.'

This was a great opportunity. Haster judged, but it didn't work out this time. Just before the cloak wrapped around the sword, the God Hand slipped out.

'I-It has started again.'

It had become like this some time ago. He was confident that there were no problems with his judgment, but the result was always terrible. It wasn't just that his body was unable to keep up because of his slow speed. There was an inconvenience that was hard to explain in words. There was a feeling that something unknown always hindered his actions.

'Or was my judgment wrong in the first place?'

Haster was fighting 3 against 1. It was a great loss every time his intentions came to nothing. It was the same now. One God Hand was dodged while the other two God Hands dug into his waist. Haster tilted his spear to block the blades and he had to suffer from a torn waist.

'Keuk... Victory or defeat will be decided here.'

He could feel the God Hand that he dodged a while ago approaching from the bottom. He could avoid it by gently moving one foot. He knew it with his senses. Nevertheless, he judged that the situation wouldn't improve even if he dodged this attack. The moment the judgment was made, the body moved naturally.

Haster inserted strength into both arms. He pushed hard at the two swords pressed against the spear and used them as support to lift his waist. He was planning to do a handstand to avoid the attack from the bottom, tumbling to change his position in an advantageous manner.

Obviously, a beautiful picture was painted in his head. Yet once again, the painting wasn't finished. Before he could fully raise his waist, a blade wielded by one of the God Hands cut at his Achilles tendon.

***

"It is strange."

Grid didn't stop hammering. He was in the process of automatic production. He was able to make items while looking at Haster's battle using Barbatos' Vision.

"He is a lot less powerful than the God Hands. It is amazing that he can hold on. It wouldn't be weird if he broke his wrist every time he blocked a sword dance. How can he be so persistent?"

gaps in his posture.

them from the shoulder to the weapon. The flow of aura is also in

spoke as she stood by the window

is great. The wrist is used less. This limits the path of the weapon and the strength of the strike is weak. Agility is also

forcefully dispersing the God Hands'

he sticks to this style no matter who he

get into

Sir Winfred used a method of fighting to reverse mana and induce 'withdrawal of energy.' If it succeeds, the target's power will be completely destroyed. It is said that if skills are linked at exactly that moment,

a concept that disrupted resources such as mana and sword energy. In short, it was a terrifying technique to cancel the opponent's skills.

energy.' The problem is

"Um..."

it properly, a skill must be used. However, in order to link this technique, specific actions must be carried out

the sword dance, he must take the strides. Haster has only learned that stride and he can't

for over 10 years. He must've completed a series of quests over 10 years. An extreme example was a daily quest to swing the spear a thousand times a day. This was the root of players who had 'teachers.' Unlike ordinary players who grew through adventures and hunting, they

energy. Haster has to solve class quests in order to resolve these tangled threads, but it hasn't

the time when Grid was interpreting it his own way, Haster's health dropped to

for Haster to be judged as 'winning' the match, he must cause all three God Hands to stiffen. However, he failed to make even a single God Hand stiffen. Initially, he talked

to cause the God Hands to stiffen, you must deal at least

even handle shields if they wanted. Means of defending against attacks existed. Plus, they

"His perceptual ability is far ahead of his physical ability. It is like an adult moving with a child's body. The party involved must

From a third party's point of view, Haster's movements were very awkward.

seen in the low level

reality, tended to feel a sense of separation and move awkwardly. It was a particularly prominent phenomenon in the elderly and

a warrior would suffer from such symptoms. Has he been unable to adapt to his rapidly weakened body for some

small smile spread on

one day, he regained his senses

ended a

ended a long time ago...

simultaneously. A large amount of information was injected at once. Grid felt dizzy because he wasn't used to it yet

increase. Strength

filled Grid's field of view started to be organized. He only thought about

that one. That one

Ke ong, and the Overgeared Skeletons. It meant they were

"Haster."

"......?"

the problem while waiting for his health to recover. Then he heard a voice and came to his

he think

the 3 against 1, but he was qualified to fight

a young man, I would've

a while since his youth as the main character of

interpreted it freely and

ever played

because I loved games. Would I have