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…?"

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

"Grrrung…"

"Kyaaaack!"

the pain of their wounds and just groaned or cried like an

they were born into. They were like Agnus in the distant past. Or perhaps they harbored only despair, just like

"Yes, it is okay."

stiffened while Betty smiled. 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

was touched when thinking about what Betty's actions meant. It was to learn the

His senior—she was right.

"Let's do surgery."

so she was used to the structure of bones. She researched, experimented, and gained experience with numerous creatures. It was time to put her research into practice. She held the fiercely resistant memphis in her arms and started to

she felt because the suffering of the memphis who experienced this type of

"You, the arm…"

was because Betty's arm shook like it was about to fall after she

confessed, "I brought the parents

second of the 17 nightmares she had every night. It was infinitely repeated even though she became an undead

is what I

wasn't to

"It is my duty."

"……"

***

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

understandably turned away from them. It was because there was no benefit to looking. Was there anything to

the strongest one among

bizarre situations. The demons and demonic creatures blocking his way all had their heads exploded before they died.

the end, analysis videos were uploaded throughout the communities. It had to be played hundreds

demons with his feet or fists. It seemed he had a passive skill that added tremendous acceleration the more he linked his movements and

those giants are a

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

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. The evidence was that he suffered a setback once he started being sniped by the 8th Great Demon,

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 to hell, Radwolf optimized the magic machine to be an anti-evil weapon rather

Tower of Wisdom weren't in order of skill, but the 2nd Seat was the exception. The reason

led the ancient giants in their prime. It was Fronzaltz who inherited the

are going well overall. There is a real chance

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

existed started to sprout. If there was