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."

"……?"

[……?]

In this moment of silence, Grid reviewed Mercedes' report again. It was information relayed through sound transmission as soon as he arrived at

moon through some magic, while the souls held in the chunk of flesh acted as eyes that looked all over the surface. 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

soul caught by the flesh. From infants with a weak self-consciousness to famous, great figures in

the 'eyes' to look at a wider variety of places. Thinking a little deeper,

that could be easily built up. Therefore, Grid could tell that the blackened Grid had

must've tried to become like me while observing me. The other souls worshiped

Did he make Grid a virtual enemy and repeated the shadow boxing? In any case, it wouldn't have been an

resemble me, then you

was feeling a strange sense of pride when

[Don't talk, nonsense.]

of divinity, so it was natural that he didn't know it. He seemed to believe that everything he had came from Grid. It was

"It is bittersweet."

red chunk

many gods are inside

wasn't that it watched the blackened Grid carefully and gave him a chance. It was closer to the feeling of simply

exactly like Grid's divine swords. The sight of a bunch of veins protruding from the

[You, are smiling.]

awareness that this was nothing more than trivial imitation? The complexion of the blackened Grid became even paler. It was as if he couldn't bear the shame. Yet soon, his eyes sharpened like a

feeling sympathy and disgust

as well,

or indirectly were suffering the same pain as the blackened Grid. The soldiers who had fought alongside Grid, and also their families, were screaming as they were trapped in this chunk of flesh or

himself as the

the blackened Grid. He took the lead using the Serve sword dance, which depicted the sacrifice of the Overgeared God. It was a sword dance he only recently

approaching, he responded with surprise. He also used the Sky sword dance before starting to

Grid. He was overwhelmed by this secret technique and froze for a moment. Then he was pushed back. The

forward against the blackened Grid's solar plexus and at the same time, he swung the sword in the opposite hand from the bottom up. The great power of the dragon weapon, which couldn't be replicated even by the red chunk of flesh that produced divinity on its own, combined with the Dragon

He was soon cut.

[……!]

its existence was cut off

moments that were comfortable for him, who fought until he was ragged every time. The luck that others saw as being easily obtained was actually gained because he

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

to heaven later, so stay dead until

[You…!!]