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."

"……?"

[……?]

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

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 the beginning, or whether it took away the role of the hell moon from a

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

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

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

like me while observing me. The other souls worshiped you because

Grid a virtual enemy and repeated the shadow boxing?

you resemble me, then you deserve

a strange sense of pride when the

[Don't talk, nonsense.]

to know his condition. He didn't understand the essence of divinity, so it was natural that he didn't know

"It is bittersweet."

red chunk of flesh that was behind the blackened

gods are inside

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

Grid responded immediately. Swords made from 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 each other and wriggling at the end

[You, are smiling.]

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.

like him, while also feeling sympathy and disgust for the way the clone resented him. Now

your sake as well, I

souls who hadn't been reincarnated and were bound to hell. It wasn't just Pagma and Alex. The vast majority of those Grid knew directly or indirectly were suffering the same pain as the blackened Grid.

himself as the

blackened Grid. He took the lead using the Serve sword dance, which

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 all his might,

overwhelmed by this secret technique and froze for a moment. Then

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 sword dance

He was soon cut.

[……!]

its existence was cut off after being denied. It was the pain he felt when

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 endured such

like the soul of the blackened

heaven

[You…!!]