Overgeared

The past few months had been hectic and busy.

Finding and distributing the secret techniques obtained from Zeratul, disassembling the weapons to create new items, inspecting the armies of the main strongholds, visiting Valhalla to build up an exchange, exploring ancient ruins and securing new food resources for Nefelina, who had become dissatisfied with livestock such as cattle and pigs.

There were no major incidents, but time flew by quickly.

A sensation that penetrates in an instant. It resembled Zeratul’s sword power. Grid was aware of it.

‘I’m nervous.’

His reunion with Baal wasn’t far away. He realized it in the course of crossing the continent in search of the human gods. The flow of the world had become even faster. After encountering the servants of the myth usurpers, fighting several battles, and destroying the guardians who protected the ruins, he reached level 700. All stats were strengthened by 1.3 times after reaching the 7th awakening. He felt several times stronger.

Just in time, he received the news that Chris had surpassed level 400. It was a growth rate that exceeded expectations. It was a feat achieved only one year after his class change. It was at a time when 15 people who completed the 5th class advancement were born inside the Overgeared Guild alone. It was followed by reports that Zibal’s boarding time on the magic machine had become several times longer.

‘Every situation is hastening the growth of the players.’

This had been the case since Grid became involved with dragons and the appearance of the forgotten ancient cultures. It seemed to be warning him to prepare for the impending hardships and Grid gradually realized that he would soon be reunited with Baal. It was the reason why time passed so quickly.

Grid couldn’t wait to fight Baal, win, and purify hell, but on the other hand, he was afraid because he wasn’t sure he could fight Baal and win. He hoped the day of the decisive battle would come soon and at the same time, he wished to have a grace period. The world would change 180 degrees depending on the outcome of the day, so his tension and burden grew indefinitely.

However, he didn’t show it on the outside. Grid’s expression was always calm and his actions were dignified. Thanks to this, many people believed in him and felt relieved. The expressions of the people Grid met while inspecting the main strongholds and visiting Valhalla were as bright as ever. How could people have no worries? It was just that their hope seemed greater.

“Is this the right place?”

Grid had been in constant communication with Garion. Garion, who started to be worshiped again thanks to Grid, was in the stage of slowly restoring his divine power. It was a divine power based on Grid. It was the aftermath of people misunderstanding Garion’s small temple being placed next to Grid’s large temple. Many people recognized Garion as the god who assisted Grid rather than the god of the earth.

Garion didn’t care. It was an attitude that any status was good as long as he could fulfill his duties.

-That’sright.Itissomewherehere.

Garion tracked the divine power and identified the location of the human gods based on the flow of the earth’s veins. It just wasn’t as almighty as Grid expected.

“Even if it is somewhere here...”

Grid frowned.

How many years would it take to find a person who was determined to hide here? It wasn’t much different from finding a needle in

pinpoint the location more

-Ican’tdoitevenifmydivinepowerwascomplete.

-Iruleovertheland.

-Idon’truleoverthebeingswholiveontheland.

-Inthefirstplaceitisanoppositegod.

“...It is below expectations.”

-Thatistooharsh.

-Justguidingyouthisfar.

-Itisabigthingsoshameonyou.

close friend of mine is a scientist who created a radar that identifies dragons. That radar pinpoints a dragon’s location. Isn’t it a big problem

The dragon radar wasn’t almighty either. It was detected only if the target

-I’magodnotadetector.

-Ihopeyourfriendisdoingwell.

man is

of affection, not contempt. Grid opened up to Garion after only a few months. Garion’s tendency to love and embrace all beings

pulled out Cranbel’s

reminiscent of a beautiful black meteor that revealed a pure white appearance in a forest without

night sky. The thing that could never be reached by human hands until it fell to the ground and became a meteorite was lightly held by Grid

energy that made day and night coexist. The spot where Grid stood was dark, while the place in front of Grid was bright. It

intensely, burned only the moss before

a dance move that slowly took the breath away. Every time the glow of the sunset, which was darker than the sun, fluttered like silk, it brightened the

“It isn’t enough.”

no discomfort. On the contrary, his veins were energized and a sense of freshness was felt. The flow of mana was stimulated. A

gaze focused on a further place and Grid’s hand holding

in his hand. “This is a very important place in the area. It is an indispensable forest that circulates nature and provides abundant resources to people. It is also a place that the servants of the myth predators are keeping an eye on. So for the sake of people and even your own safety, stop

increased PvE ability and was the god served by the majority of monks. At one time, Zibal was Debirion’s Envoy. He was the most

I won’t resist. It is

mouths of hunters, woodcutters, and herbalists who came to the forest. He just couldn’t trust Grid. It

of the myth predators. He developed the

rather than being eaten by a myth predator. He gave

hunt. All he did was help their arrows pierce the animals’ necks accurately, hoping that the number

hundreds

a human. There was no life for him the moment he stepped