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."

"……?"

[……?]

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

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

inconsistency in the type of soul caught by the flesh. From infants with a weak self-consciousness to famous, great figures in history, all types of human souls were trapped in the mass of

was simply to gain the 'eyes' to look at a wider variety of places. Thinking a little deeper, it would be to build up divinity.

and the concept of divinity wasn't something that could be easily built

me while observing me. The other souls worshiped you because

in a soul state? Mental discipline? Did he make Grid a virtual enemy and repeated the shadow boxing? In any case, it wouldn't have been an ordinary effort. He must've been worshiped as a hope and

resemble me, then you deserve

pride when the blackened Grid

[Don't talk, nonsense.]

didn't understand the essence of divinity, so it was natural that he didn't

"It is bittersweet."

sword. He stared at the red chunk

gods are

gave him a chance. It was closer to the feeling of simply taking out a card that suited the situation. Grid made a guess while feeling the

flesh—they were put together one by one and looked exactly like Grid's divine swords. The sight of a bunch of

[You, are smiling.]

of the blackened Grid became even paler. It was as if he couldn't bear the shame. Yet soon, his eyes sharpened like a knife. Unlike his fierce air, the hand holding the hilt loosened. The posture of standing quietly with relaxed shoulders seemed good for performing

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

your sake as well, I will surely purify

Grid. The soldiers who had fought alongside Grid, and also their families, were screaming as they

Grid declared himself as the

backwards and rushed toward 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 learned, so it was unfamiliar to the blackened

stumbling, so when the blackened Grid saw Grid approaching, he responded with surprise. He also used the Sky sword dance before starting

Grid. He was overwhelmed by this secret technique and froze for a moment. Then he was pushed back. The Pinnacle sword dance was canceled at 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 sword dance

He was soon cut.

[……!]

the sense that its existence was cut off after being

few moments that were comfortable for him, who

all the souls caught the red chunk of flesh developed like the soul of the blackened Grid? He was certain it was a no.

ascend to heaven

[You…!!]