Overgeared

It was a world where bizarre cultures were common. There were many areas in the world that were out of reach. The more closed off the place, the more bizarre it was.

'There are really many things that are different from the usual.'

From the very beginning, and just based on the clothing that they wore, Grenier's natives were bizarre. They were covered with monster skins and decorated with skulls. They were wearing outfits worthy of the temperament of skinning people alive.

Grid confronted them casually. He realized the vastness of the world through these bizarre barbarians.

"What...?"

On the other hand, the natives were shocked, like they had been struck by lightning. It was different from Grid, who had witnessed and experienced many things in the world. They were just frogs at the bottom of a well. For those who believed that Grenier was the whole world, the transcendent presence coming from Grid was a concept that was difficult to accept.

"What do I look like?"

"......"

The man who appeared silently and snatched their companions. No one answered Grid's question. There was only silence. Many natives were dazzled by the wave of energy being emitted by the Overgeared God that spread an orange light. The sun that lit up their mornings and day was actually divine. God had descended. God was angry. Etc, etc.

It happened just before the thoughts that emerged uncontrollably in the minds of the natives were expressed in words...

"Hey!" The woman wearing the ogre skull shouted. The veins on her neck bulged as she shouted loudly to cover up her trembling voice. She, the chief of the Removal Tribe, felt fear.

Only a few seconds had passed since an unidentified intruder broke into the scene. Envy filled the eyes of the tribe people looking at the intruder. It was a similar reaction when facing the guardian of the Mountain King. Something that shouldn't happen was about to happen...

"He is a guy who uses very evil black arts! I'm sure he is the king of the yōkai! Block your ears! Shut your mouth! Keep your eyes open! Hold the spear and stab him!" the chief shouted loudly.

She wasn't concerned at all about her companions caught and struggling in Grid's hands. Did what others were being subjected to matter? The natives had lived on the barren mountain and had limited lives. Only their own safety was precious.

"Wahhhh!"

The tribe people of the Removal Tribe obeyed the chief. It was because the chief managed the honey they collected from the cliff at the risk of their lives, and the milk of very precious mountain goats. Submitting to the chief was the only way to enrich their lives.

Just then, Grid split into two people. It wasn't a big deal. He simply summoned Randy.

The doppelganger of the mysterious forest—thanks to Pagma's kindness, he copied Pagma's appearance and abilities, and maintained it for many years. This meant he was familiar with the power of a legend even before meeting Grid. Since then, he had developed steadily alongside Grid. In addition to copying Grid's appearance, he had reached the point where he could implement 50% of Grid's stats. In other words—

"Kuaaaaak!"

"Hiiik!"

The enemies Grid usually dealt with were rare and strong opponents. This meant that Grid often used Randy as a meat shield. However, it was not because he underestimated Randy. It was simply inevitable because the enemies were too strong. Yet when facing ordinary (?) enemies like now, Randy alone was enough.

yōkai's black arts

helplessly thrown aside. The two intruders suddenly swung their hands and feet, and the natives couldn't

"T-That person...?"

caught by barbarians they couldn't communicate with at all

chased. It was too much to laugh at them for being unseemly. The intruder was too strong. The moment he took a step, he stretched out like a gale. The movement of his fists and kicks was very beautiful. He occupied all directions with a single movement and neutralized the resistance of the barbarians. They thought he was an unknown strong person who had been honing his fist and kick

they took a closer look at his

"Gasp! O-Overgeared God...!"

was different from ordinary religious people. They didn't have the illusion that the god they served was noble and almighty. In fact, most of the gods

the villagers for free. He only sold it to wealthy people for a reasonable price. It was thanks to Debirion's warmth that the villagers could live while being exploited by their lords. They didn't tremble in the cold thanks to the leather he gave them, and they didn't starve due to the meat he gave them. Debirion even taught people how to hunt well. All the

A worthy and respectable object to learn from, even if there were foolish sides. Therefore, they respected the gods even more. Unlike the followers of the three gods and Yatan, the monks didn't reject the gods served by others. They weren't prejudiced against Grid because he had a human origin, deny him

with a friendly face spoke. Since he was hanging upside down for a long time, blood flowed as he smiled with a puffy face. He was quite

his group, "It isn't the time to laugh. We

it is hard to break the rope because all our belongings have been

yes. I should've trained my abs and masticating

kept talking while repeating this. They were relaxed in a manner that didn't fit the urgent situation. They were laughing while sweating

seems I have chosen the wrong

he experienced every time he walked the path of asceticism due to a class quest? If he carried out group activities with

Gnaw gnaw.

raised his upper body and chewed on the rope tied to his ankle. In fact, there was no other way to escape. He didn't have a relationship where he could

to take if you try to escape

asked him a question with a

in the 1st National Competition was completely different

it possible to use

use of magic. In other words,

voice, "Monks...

drink this first." Grid passed a potion to Med.

"What is this...?"

are going to

are you helping

natural for a person

"......"

competitors. It might be

opening his mouth. He gently received and drank the potion that

at the

is very tough and

metal. It seemed to have some

the rope...?" Med was trying to explain with an awkward expression when his eyes widened.

all the other monks and frowned upon rechecking Med's condition. "Did you

"Eh? Uh..."