Overgeared

What is wrong with being read by your child?

People generally had this similar reaction. Exile, the head of the Vaintz family, felt annoyed.

What are you doing that is so clean and dignified that you ignore the value of secrets?

Am I the only one who is dirty?

Hypocritical people...

Just like the head of a family with murder as its business, Exile easily had a killing heart. The slightest conflict caused him to be engulfed in the desire to resolve it with murder. Exile tried to hide himself. He realized that he wouldn't be treated as a human being the moment he was discovered by someone.

How to blend into society.

How to understand the ordinary.

How to maintain the right spirit, etc.

The studies that the previous head of the family taught him since childhood acted as safeguards.

It happened when he was getting further away from his own flesh and blood...

He suddenly had doubts.

Why does my wife sympathize with me? Why is she as afraid of our daughter's Keen Insight as I am? Does this mean she is as dirty as I am...?

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"Looking at it this way, you are truly the blood of my family."

The head of the statue of Pluto, which had been handed down from generation to generation, flew away. The culprit was the one who left the family a long time ago. Coincidentally, it was his only blood that still existed.

Therefore, he accepted her request to take the test to become the head of the family. He used the excuse of 'How dare I go against Your Highness' and wanted to re-embrace the child he had abandoned a long time ago. He never dreamed of this development.

"I never thought you would destroy it without hesitation."

"Get rid of it first," Mercedes declared coldly.

Was it called the god of slaughter? He was as sinister as the red flesh she saw in hell. The fact that she was breathing under the same sky as him gave her goosebumps. She couldn't accept the fact that her father had accepted such a polluted divinity.

Now she wasn't worried about her father's personal safety. She would stop him from doing things he shouldn't do. It was her chivalry.

"Wasn't it Your Highness who asked to become the head of the family? If you are the head of the family, how can you turn a blind eye to what you should learn? This isn't just a thing, but the 'status' of a god. It is the power and symbol that our family has served for hundreds of years. It isn't something to use the impolite expression of 'throw it away.'"

"Stop talking and obey the order." Mercedes' voice sank even more. Her blue hair seemed like flowers in a snowy field. That was how cold she felt. It meant that Mercedes had reached the point where she was routinely expressing her mental image and it also meant that Exile was at least in the same realm.

"Hmm..."

the time of Juander—a faint smile spread across the face of the head of the family, Exile, who had been protecting the declining family alone. It was a surprise

blue hair and Keen Insight that transcended human intelligence. Whose child was she? He always had this question, but now

kid is my

to

made his wife look like

and opened his arms wide. The flesh that was revealed through the long sleeves seemed to have been cut and glued with the night sky. Countless starlight floated on the dark blue skin. It was a very ominous divinity compared to Grid's divinity, which was likened to a sunset, or twilight. It felt

unfamiliar with the status of an 'evil god,' started to heat up. It was Keen Insight's effort to

"I've decided."

body scattered like

who communicated deeply with Pluto. If only at least one more head of the family had skills that were

emperor, Juander, would've faced Exile directly rather than turn away from him. He would've trusted the power of the Vaintz family that was

I think I need proper reins in order to properly discipline you as

hesitation in Exile's words and actions. The appearance of the old man who treated the imperial queen carefully had disappeared. It was the aftermath

nose. The dark blue divinity spread as quickly as an electric current. Every wave was harder than steel and sharper than a blade. It was a divinity

a sharp sound. The dark blue divinity that penetrated the White Tiger Sword like an electric current eroded the blade. To be precise, it was closer to the principle of disintegrating it

god of slaughter. It

sat here every day

of being stuck here alone and communing with

unintentionally left the world until this

around Exile's wrist and between his fingers. It took the form of swords in an instant. They were swords that were integrated with Exile's hands. It was in the shape of dual wielding. It was the precursor to the Vaintz style

well as myself, but Your

from Mercedes made him interested. She became one of the emperor's wives. The emperor's

show the world the skills he had honed over the decades. Maybe it was the wish of God Pluto,

of slaughter—Pluto's desire to spread the word about his forgotten self forcibly inspired an

emperor's companion, how would she evaluate God Pluto? What would happen if she finally accepted him? Exile

"Abandon those eyes."

curse that has

"Accept God."

the blessing that has sustained me

a wave of attacks. Exile was extraordinary as he wielded two swords with all types of trajectories. He used the help of the divinity to continue the offensive in a single breath. The position of his hands holding the swords changed in real time

making him even greater. It retained the shape of the sword while forming fog, walls, thorns, or electric currents to help Exile's swordsmanship so that the

great pressure due to the repeated topographical features of the divinity that rose and disappeared in succession. She was constrained every time she did something.

"......!"

offensive stopped for

Pluto's divinity—he couldn't stand its destructive power, which approached by breaking through the tsunami-like sword trajectories with force. He quickly crossed the swords in front of

wide space deep underneath the Vaintz family's mansion started to shake. It was due to

where people communicated with a god for hundreds of years and it became a sanctuary. If this place wasn't judged to be a

in the winter wind. At the center was Mercedes, who was reminiscent of a monster of the north that Exile had seen a long

finished

revealed body was covered in wounds. Her armor was rusted all over like it had been hit by hundreds of years of time. Nevertheless, it still worked properly. It was

use any