Overgeared

He was born unwanted. He didn't know who he was and he didn't learn how to live. He had no choice but to be shocked when he barely reached the surface after wandering aimlessly through the hell filled with violence and malice.

Society, culture, nature, and affection. Things that weren't in hell. The surface was overflowing with concepts that he had never learned or experienced.

It was unfair. Anger boiled up on its own and burst out.

In the end, he was killed. It was the end of the filth that emerged from nothingness. It was a life he never wanted to go through again.

However, the world was cruel to him. He had a soul. Due to that, his death wasn't the end. He was once again stuck in hell. He was swallowed by the ball of red flesh. He lost the sense of self that was his only comfort and became a part of the chunk of flesh rather than 'I.' This caused him to develop greater resentment and anger.

It was at that time that the Great Human and Demon War broke out. He became one of the eyes projected on the surface's moon and was able to observe Grid's life. A perfect life that he couldn't even imagine. He envied Grid.

[I will, take away your life.]

The Sanctuary of Metal used by the blackened Grid was red. The canyon, which seemed to have been built out of hardened blood rather than metal, spread out everywhere. There was no straight path. The hundreds of thousands of paths that stretched out like blood vessels were all precarious slopes. A vast majority were cut off along the way, while others were blocked by the walls of the canyon.

It was different from Grid's sanctuary, where there was a path that passed through the canyon rising to the left and right. Grid had firm convictions, so he knew the path to go. Meanwhile, the blackened Grid was going through chaos. He was blocking his own infinite possibilities.

"That… he is inferior."

It was on a road that was too cramped for even one person to stand upright. Mercedes stood with her back to Grid and spoke calmly. She was releasing pressure that was howling like a beast and it seemed like she would curse, but her breathing had calmed down. She barely persevered.

How dare this person imitate her liege's mental world and divinity, defiling her liege's life? It felt like her ears would rot at the heinous declaration of the blackened Grid and she wanted to spit out curses that told him that he was trash. The problem was that Grid was nearby. She put up with it because she wanted to look innocent as much as possible in front of Grid…

'She is cute.'

Grid stared at the back of the trembling Mercedes and smiled. Now, he was close to being sensitive even in relation to the opposite sex. He was able to see through Mercedes' inner thoughts because he had experienced it with Yura, whose eyes shone on rides even though she tried not to show it outwardly.

Grid took a step forward. He stood boldly on the crumbling slope that couldn't even withstand the weight of light steps.

"You tried hard."

"……?"

[……?]

this moment of silence, Grid reviewed Mercedes' report again. It

seemed that the souls used their instincts to chase after the memories of their lives. It wasn't known if the hell moon was like this from the

infants with a weak self-consciousness to famous, great figures in

variety of places. Thinking a little deeper, it would be to build up divinity. The reason why the blackened Grid had

blackened Grid was simply a being derived from Grid and the concept of divinity wasn't something that could be easily built up. Therefore, Grid could tell that the blackened Grid had

me. The other

be done while in a soul state? Mental discipline? Did he make Grid a virtual enemy and repeated the shadow boxing?

you resemble me, then

was feeling a strange sense of pride when

[Don't talk, nonsense.]

it was natural that he didn't know it. He seemed to believe that everything

"It is bittersweet."

He stared at the red chunk

gods are

be much of a reason behind the fragments of the chunk of flesh turning into the blackened Grid. It wasn't that it watched the blackened Grid carefully and gave him a chance. It was closer to the feeling of simply taking out a card that

fragments of the chunk of flesh—they were put together one by one and looked exactly like Grid's divine swords. The sight of a bunch of veins protruding from the swords that intertwined with

[You, are smiling.]

as if he couldn't bear the shame. Yet soon, his eyes sharpened like a knife. Unlike his

When they met in the past, Grid was displeased with the way this person looked like him, while also feeling sympathy and disgust for the way the clone resented him. Now the blackened Grid was just

your sake as well,

or indirectly were suffering the same pain as the blackened Grid. The soldiers who had fought alongside

Grid declared himself

Breath that was shot backwards and rushed toward the blackened Grid. He took the lead using the Serve sword dance, which depicted the sacrifice of the Overgeared

was stumbling, so when the blackened Grid saw Grid approaching, he responded with surprise. He also used the Sky sword dance before starting to unfold Pinnacle. He lowered his sword with

for a moment. Then he was pushed back. The Pinnacle

the sword in the opposite hand from the bottom up. The great power of the dragon weapon, which couldn't

He was soon cut.

[……!]

cut off after being denied. It was the

that were comfortable for him, who fought

of flesh developed like the soul of the blackened Grid? He was certain it was a no. It would only be a fraction of the blackened Grid. This

ascend to heaven later,

[You…!!]