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…?"

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 way he could cover it up. The belly that protruded from between the round paws that seemed to be wearing

"Grrrung…"

"Kyaaaack!"

had long lost their words. They were unable to bear the pain

and anger were felt. They hated the bodies that Baal had damaged. They hated the world they were born into.

"Yes, it is okay."

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 was smiling for

Betty's actions meant. It was to learn the attitude

His senior—she was right.

"Let's do surgery."

practice. She held the fiercely resistant memphis in her arms and started to pull out all

type

"You, the arm…"

watch and intervened. It was because Betty's arm shook like it

"I brought the parents

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

I

wasn't to

"It is my duty."

"……"

***

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

turned away from them. It was because there was no benefit to looking. Was there anything to be gained by seeing people being horribly hunted by demons and demonic creatures other

the strongest one among the tower

and he produced particularly bizarre situations. The demons and demonic creatures blocking his way all had their heads exploded before they died. They exploded like a bomb had originally been installed. It was a

communities. It had to be played hundreds of times slower

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

think those giants are

increased dramatically in just a few hours. The world's leading companies that were excited about the future of Picasso competed to offer sponsorships.

he had a clear weakness. There was a limit to the power that resided in a painting and the bigger problem was that it wouldn't exert much power if the act of painting itself was blocked.

magic machines. It was literally a legion of robots. The demons couldn't exert any power over him. They even turned their backs

about Fronzaltz. The seats of the Tower of Wisdom weren't in order of skill, but the 2nd Seat was the exception. The reason Fronzaltz was the 2nd Seat was because he had the right

giants in their prime. It was Fronzaltz who inherited the will of the fallen giants. It would

overall.

and the apostles wouldn't be able to 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