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?"

control. Haster gave an impression that his control wasn't good because he often showed gaps in his posture. During

he hits. Rather, he 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

spoke as she stood by

I can't say it is great. The wrist is used less. This limits the path of the weapon and the

he forcefully dispersing the

who he fights. It seems to be a

he get

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

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

connect skills 'after the success of withdrawal of energy.' The problem is that he hasn't fully

"Um..."

called withdrawal of energy. In order to use it properly, a skill must be used. However, in order to link this technique, specific actions must be carried out

Haster has only learned that stride and he

the root of players who had 'teachers.'

Winfred could fully explain how to use withdrawal of energy. Haster has to solve class quests in order to resolve

was interpreting it his own

must cause all three God Hands to stiffen. However, he failed to make even a

Hands to stiffen, you must deal

Hands naturally had no defense, but they used weapons. They could even handle shields if they

of his physical ability. It is

From a third party's point of view, Haster's movements were very awkward. Sometimes his body was clumsy when dancing, so it was

in the low level

separation and move awkwardly. It was a particularly prominent phenomenon in the elderly and the sick.

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

smile spread on

regained his senses from

ended a long

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

items placed on the shelves appeared in his mind simultaneously. A large amount of information was injected at once. Grid felt dizzy because

increase. Strength

view started to be organized. He only thought about

one, that one, that

were made by Grid, the God Hands, Ke ong, and the Overgeared

"Haster."

"......?"

heard a voice and came to his senses. He looked up and saw Grid

think highly of

have won the 3 against 1, but he was qualified to

I would've

while since his youth as the main character of a passionate drama was

when Haster interpreted it freely and

you ever played an

professional gamer because