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. During the time when he was cut on the

has a habit of moving them from the shoulder to the weapon. The flow of aura is also in line with that habit. Thanks to this, even if relatively powerful attacks

she stood by the window and looked

say it is great. The wrist is used less. This limits the path

forcefully dispersing the God Hands'

he sticks to this style no matter who he

he get into

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 critical hit

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

success of withdrawal of energy.' The problem is that he hasn't fully awakened the withdrawal of energy yet. Sir Winfred died before it

"Um..."

powerful technique called withdrawal of energy. In order to use it properly, a skill must be used. However, in order

strides. Haster has only learned that stride and he

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 tended to live in accordance

withdrawal of energy. Haster has

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

previous record, but Haster didn't seem satisfied at all. It was natural. In order 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 about 30 against 1, but he couldn't

to cause the God Hands to stiffen, you must deal at least 70,000

could even handle shields if they wanted.

Mercedes' voyeurism... no, her spying continued. "His perceptual ability is far ahead of his physical ability. It is like an adult moving with

point of view, Haster's movements were very awkward. Sometimes his body

in

It was a particularly prominent phenomenon in the elderly and the sick. However, Haster wasn't

such symptoms. Has he been unable to adapt to his rapidly

spread on Mercedes'

day, he regained his senses from

prime ended a long time

he suddenly regained his prime, which ended a long time ago... it wouldn't be strange if the party involved

his chin thoughtfully and used Overgeared God's Eyes. Then hundreds of items placed on the shelves appeared in his mind simultaneously. A large amount of

increase. Strength and

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

one, that one, that one.

the God Hands, Ke ong, and the Overgeared Skeletons. It

"Haster."

"......?"

recover. Then he heard a voice and came to his

think highly of

but he was qualified to fight in the 8

a young man, I would've taken it as a

as the

when Haster interpreted it freely

ever played

a professional gamer because I loved games.