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

of all, this mass of red flesh was the body of the hell moon. It was projected onto the 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 the beginning, or whether it took

the flesh. From infants with a weak self-consciousness to famous,

look at a wider variety of places. Thinking a little deeper, it would be to build up

derived from Grid and the concept of divinity wasn't something that could be

while observing me. The other souls worshiped you because they witnessed

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

me,

sense of pride when the blackened Grid growled out toward

[Don't talk, nonsense.]

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

"It is bittersweet."

at the red chunk of flesh that was

gods are

him a chance. It

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

[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 knife. Unlike his fierce air, the hand holding

way this person looked like him, while also feeling sympathy and disgust for the way the clone resented him. Now the blackened Grid was

well, I will surely

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. The soldiers who had fought alongside Grid, and also their families, were screaming as they were trapped in this chunk of flesh or the river of reincarnation. The existence of the blackened

himself as the

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

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

froze for a moment. Then he was pushed back. The Pinnacle sword dance was

the dragon weapon, which couldn't be replicated even by the red chunk of flesh

He was soon cut.

[……!]

off

It was from the moment he became the Overgeared God to the present. There were few moments that were comfortable for him, who fought until he was ragged every time. The luck that

the soul of the blackened Grid? He was certain it was a no. It would only be a

ascend to heaven later, so stay dead until

[You…!!]