Overgeared

"......!"

Faker reacted immediately. He detected the wave of power that fell from above and retreated significantly. As a result, the ray only touched Faker's shoulder. Even so, he received 20,000 damage. It was fixed damage that ignored the range of the hit, resistance, and defense. The bigger problem was the great number of rays pouring down that was reminiscent of rain.

'What is this?'

Faker linked a series of evasive movements and belatedly noticed it. The source of this ray was higher. He recalled the notification window that the hell moon was under Baal's control and was convinced.

'They are shots from the moon.'

This couldn't be allowed. If Baal rose to the surface like this, hell would unfold. The hundreds of thousands of troops gathered with Grid and Lauel's efforts would fall in vain...

Faker calculated it. Could he get rid of Baal with his skills? It was impossible. The chances of winning were unconditionally 0%. How many minutes could he tie up Baal's feet? More than 1 minute and 20 seconds was very unlikely, more than 1 minute and 40 seconds was the area of a miracle, and more than 2 minutes wasn't possible.

The conclusion was that the moment he allowed a single attack, he would enter an immortal state. Nevertheless, he guaranteed that there was a high probability he could last at least a minute. It was because the absolute aspect of Lantier's skills was stronger than the relative aspect. Regardless of the opponent's level, a minimal performance was possible. This was a story of when it was supported by the operational capabilities, but Faker was qualified.

'The situation will be a bit better if I fill out the Kill List.'

Was it worth consuming Kill List to buy time in a fight with no possibility of winning? The benefits were overflowing. He would give time for his allies to come up with countermeasures after they detected an unexpected event from the hell moon aiming at the Abyss and firing rays.

'Additionally...'

Currently, the Abyss was the largest marching route of the army of demonic creatures. At the end of the Abyss, the entrance to hell lurked. The demons and demonic creatures entered the Abyss through this entrance and rose to the surface. This was why countless gray pillars were rising on the path of the light rays.

The rays from the moon that were pouring down like rain slaughtered the demonic creatures. This action was likely to not stop until Faker died.

Baal was just watching. He hummed along with the screams and explosions from the demonic creatures. This guy... he was crazy like the rumors. There was no distinction between enemies.

"This is cumbersome."

Was this really the body of a half-god? Zik's body was full of vitality despite it being asleep for thousands of years. The only trace of time that could be seen was the dazzling blond hair. The hair stretched down to his feet and several meters beyond. If he stepped on the ground, it would drag like a cloak.

A blade of demonic energy cut the hair. The blond hair that went down to the waist moved along with Baal as he rotated with a satisfied expression. At this time...

"By the way, you are tenacious." Baal's gaze turned to Faker. Faker was expanding the range of the rays by making his evasive motions as large as possible. His intention was to take even one more demonic creature with him as a companion to the underworld.

Clap clap. Baal clapped. "It is a very human thing to do. Is it because you have a short life? You humans hate an ignominious death. You try to give meaning to your death at all costs."

The long eyes curved in a smile. It was a beautiful smile that anyone would be fascinated by. However, it was somewhat unnatural. No matter how widely he smiled, wrinkles didn't appear on his face. It seemed like the original owner of the body didn't know how to smile. "I really like that about you guys. When I watch you trying to deny your worthlessness, the boredom disappears."

"...Is that why you started this war? Do you want to enjoy watching the meaningless struggle of the people who are dying for your whims?"

"If there needs to be a reason, I guess so? Why? Are you upset?"

"This trash son of a bitch..."

Faker let out a rare curse. Baal's malice was so vulgar that Faker couldn't hide his anger when he was usually cool and calm at any time and in any situation. Pure evil that couldn't be given any reason or meaning—there were few existences even in hell that could accept him pleasantly.

"Sigh..." Faker took a deep breath. He took a long breath to control his emotions. The moment his composure was regained, his movements became more sophisticated. He avoided three rays with one movement and induced four rays with one evasion.

The number of rays pouring toward Faker's head gradually increased and the screams of the demonic creatures grew in proportion. Now the Abyss was tinged with gray, not darkness. It was because so many demonic creatures were dying from the rays.

"Hmm."

and used by the world's strongest human—the status was very high and it was beyond what he imagined. From Baal's point of view, the body of a half-god was so insignificant that he hadn't expected much when he heard that Zik's body had appeared. It was just a good toy to play with for a

found that the level was considerable. The form of the huge mana core and the skeleton told him what type of person

trained

he was determined to kill a god? The most noticeable part of the body that exceeded human limitations by several times was the brain. It developed to the point of absurdity and easily accepted all types of ideas. In short, understanding and calculations were fast and he was mentally powerful. This made it easy to control the hell moon. Controlling the hell moon was only possible with this

immortals of the Peach Blossom Spring

those

It could've been to the point where he would've killed some of the lower gods. Baal smiled confidently and started to adjust the body. He repeatedly pushed magic power into the mana core to expand it and burned it all at

was the body of a person who was once a human being, so there were imperfect parts. The length of the limbs increased and

"......!"

rays. Then he suddenly became shocked. It

compared to his lifetime. It was an attempt that was possible because it was Baal, and

"Now, let's play."

let you

who finally started to move. He used Kill List. After an intense battle that lasted 1 minute and 59 seconds, a new pillar

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is going

fortress, but the speed of the construction was very fast. It seemed like it would be completed soon. It

because they

thanks to their excellent skills and brilliant efforts. During the work, the passive skills took effect and resulted in a steady increase of the construction speed. Just as Legendary Blacksmith's Breath was once a skill that relied on probability, the skills of the architects were also affected

was an X game where luck played a big part, but...

my good luck stat influenced

there was another inspection of the

was assisted by Ke. The cooperation of the two people who worked together for three days and nights became like one. Through repeated rapport, a bond was

Furnace of God'

has constructed a mythical building for the

reward for the first myth ranked construction will be greatly

increased by 100 and reputation

of all skills related to production will increase by one

of Dwarf 'Ke' has been upgraded to

architect

"Wow."

"Gasp."

seemed shocked because he achieved results that were more than

is a precious person.

"Yes!"

Grid had sent Ke off to the infirmary and was looking at the function of the

"Guests have arrived."

he had been looking forward to for a few days had finally arrived. Grid nodded and changed his clothes. They were navy silk clothes made by the best tailor of the East Continent. The bottom hem came down to his ankles and it had wide sleeves. It was similar to the dopo worn by the yangbans, but there was no opening in the back or strings. It was intended so he could walk

were no combat related features. Instead, it greatly increased his dignity and charm stats, so

over 30 pieces of clothing

clothes from various nations. Culture and fashion varied from kingdom to kingdom, so

to wear different clothes depending on the situation and mood. Even the value of the clothing was worth tens of millions of

and I won't starve for the

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that proudly boasted a drop of blood from Bunhelier flowed through their veins. They regarded the aggressiveness that came from this blood as an honor and the world classified them as an upper

"Gasp..."