Overgeared

'Dammit.'

It was ever since being disqualified as Baal's Contractor. Agnus adapted to a peaceful life and believed that his world would change. He thought he would no longer face cruel sights. Therefore, he let down his guard.

[You have changed the presentation level to 'weak.']

Agnus hurriedly changed the game options and let out the breath he had been holding back. His face was still white. The memphis in the iron cages were now depicted as having band-aids on their cute faces or bandages on their bodies, but this didn't mean he had forgotten what he just saw. It was so horrible that it was intensely imprinted on his mind.

"……"

In his opinion, Agnus was crueler than anyone else during his time as Baal's Contractor. He harmed numerous civilians. There were many cases where it was unavoidable due to Baal's forced quests, but in the end, he was the one who chose to execute them. He wouldn't have become Baal's Contractor if he didn't have the intention of harming others in the first place.

It was during the time when his activities were possible only when the presentation level was set as weak. He saw so much blood and tears.

Agnus realized it once again. He was no different from Baal. Those who had lost their lives or family members to him were like the memphis trapped in the iron cages. He was a demon to them.

"That's right. We must not forget our sins."

"……"

"I haven't forgotten either."

Betty's appearance was definitely that of a girl. However, she read his inner thoughts like an old man who lived for a long time and Agnus couldn't adapt to it.

"Baal just gave us the strength and authority to sin. The sin is what we committed ourselves."

She took away even the excuses that remained like small embers. The name Baal, which he wrapped around his heart like a shield, slowly faded away and Agnus felt dizzy. However, he endured it, acknowledged it, and accepted it. Then he felt more at ease. He felt his already cracked heart being completely smashed and then put back together.

"We have to atone for the rest of our lives. That is our responsibility."

So be my successor.

Betty took the opportunity to persuade him. Agnus stared at her and abandoned his stubbornness. "I understand."

Don't just stop at hating my past self.

Just like the woman caressing the memphis she is taking out of the iron cage, I also have many responsibilities to bear.

So I have to move forward.

"Is it really okay…?"

still full of anxiety as he hovered by Betty's side. He saw the skinny bodies of his wounded kin and hid his bulging belly with his front paws out of shame. Of course, there was no

"Grrrung…"

"Kyaaaack!"

long lost their words. They were unable to bear the pain of their wounds and just groaned or cried like

into.

"Yes, it is okay."

It was the first change in facial expression of a person who seemed to have lost her emotions. It was purely an effort to reassure the memphis. She might not want to smile, but she

thinking about what Betty's actions meant. It was to learn the attitude toward life that needed to be changed

His senior—she was right.

"Let's do surgery."

her research into practice. She held the fiercely resistant memphis in her arms and started to pull out all sorts of tools and medicines. The sounds of bones being

suffering of the memphis who experienced this type of thing would be

"You, the arm…"

couldn't just watch and intervened. It was because Betty's arm shook like it was about to fall after she was bitten in

confessed, "I brought the parents

the memphis of hell and locked them up here. The sight of the memphis being tortured after that… it was the second of the 17 nightmares she had every night. It was infinitely repeated even though she became an undead who couldn't fall asleep. She was tormented for hundreds of years by the nightmares that emerged from her subconscious even though her eyes were open every

is what I

wasn't to end

"It is my duty."

"……"

***

people who watched the landscape of hell in the sky was a small number compared to the total population. Most people still couldn't raise their heads as they walked around. It was highly likely that anyone watching the events in hell was a player and even then,

benefit to looking. Was there anything to be gained by seeing

the strongest

blocking his way all had their heads exploded before they died. They exploded like a bomb had originally

videos were uploaded throughout the communities. It had to be played hundreds of times slower before there were blurry

appeared to have 'struck' the demons with his feet or fists. It seemed he had a passive skill that added tremendous acceleration the more he linked his movements and it was assumed that the movements included even the most

giants

person who fought by manifesting Grid and Hayate through his paintings—the number of people who changed class to a painter grew exponentially and public awareness of Picasso increased dramatically in just a few hours. The world's leading companies that were excited about the future of Picasso competed to offer sponsorships. Abellio was so great that he

a limit to the power that resided in a painting and the bigger problem was that it wouldn't exert much power

meters tall and remotely controlled 10 separate magic machines. It was literally a legion of robots. The demons couldn't exert any power over him. They even turned their backs and ran away. It was natural. It was because before the expedition

in order of skill, but the 2nd Seat was the exception. The reason Fronzaltz was the 2nd Seat was because he had the right to

all time that symbolized perfection and led the ancient giants in their prime. It was Fronzaltz who inherited

going well overall.

deal with him even if they fought together. However, the secret society they never knew about was giving strength to Grid. The members of the Tower of Wisdom led by Dragon Slayer Hayate—they

never existed started to sprout. If there was just one unexpected