Overgeared

What distinguished between how high and low a god was? The brightness of the halo? The difference between the position and clothing? No, it was the degree of the 'blessing.'

Unlike demons and monsters who caused abnormal statuses just by facing them, the gods basically blessed humans. The problem was that most of the blessings were blocked or immediately recovered due to the situation. In any case, the gods who came down to the surface after Zeratul belonged to the latter. Even if they recovered it later, it meant they once blessed the humans. It was an expression of their desire to spread their myths and be worshiped.

This holy war was a great opportunity for the subordinate gods who hadn't come to the surface for a long time. The same was true for Aldro. The white-haired god had learned martial arts from Zeratul out of simple interest. He had decided to take this journey to the surface not for Zeratul's honor, but for his own sake.

It was to bestow a huge blessing to humans and make his name widely known. It was so that one day he could become a chief god of Asgard and be reborn as an omniscient and omnipotent being.

"Come."

For Aldro, Braham was a very appropriate opponent. The surface had indeed been reborn into a new divine world. Braham was a sun among inferior lights even in this place filled with great figures. Braham was special even in the eyes of the gods. It wasn't because he had unstoppable magic power or because he was the flesh and blood of Beriache.

The myth of the hydra—the myth of the great monster that was fatal to the majority of gods was mixed as if it was a part of Braham, or as if Braham was a part of the great monster's myth. His existence itself was a threat. It was even more so because he was an object of reverence for human beings.

It was a bit frightening, so it was well worth the challenge. The moment he fought Braham and won, his status would rise a few levels. The dimensional characteristics of the Overgeared World should've suppressed intruders, but this was offset by Zeratul's power of the 'Martial God.'

An opportunity that might never come twice was right in front of him. He never wanted to miss it.

"I don't want to."

"……?"

Aldro, who had asked Braham to fight in an excited manner, was noticeably embarrassed. He never thought he would be rejected. Wasn't it a place where everyone was watching? Braham was in a position where nothing good came of showing weakness in front of people, but he refused to compete? It was even with an arrogant expression. His facial expression and his choice didn't match at all…

"You are frightened, so you are acting recklessly."

"Say whatever you like." Braham snorted and took his gaze away from Aldro. It was because he recalled the blessing that was lavishly given when Aldro first descended.

Abundance. He made milk and honey flow throughout the world. It was certain that many of those who had been starving all over the world were saved at once. In any case, he wasn't Braham's opponent.

Braham was looking at the third lowest god. It was a god as small as a boy. He had given a blessing that amplified people's wisdom and magic power, but the extent was weak. Even the paleness of the halo made him appear to be a low ranking god.

However, Braham saw through this. He wasn't showing himself off, unlike the other gods. This guy was the strongest.

"I will fight that guy in the great battle."

"……"

tension instantly became dumbfounded. The strongest symbol of the Overgeared Empire along with Piaro—they were disappointed that

a nasty uncle bullying a child. He

noticed his gap with Braham and got the

of Abundance." Then a man came onto the stage. It was a man wearing a straw hat and carrying

divinity, but… I know it was thanks to the help of a magician. It is a big problem to go

different. He liked

won't let

filled with fervent desire, the eyes of his wife and daughter, the eyes of Grid… They were the eyes of people

to meet their earnest expectations? This meant he didn't deserve to be a god in the first place. Piaro needed to win this confrontation. It was all the more so because his opponent was the God of

of Farmers?" Grid read Piaro's will

of the Transcendent Dragon ended and she returned to human form. It was because Grid's wounds

clearly witnessed it firsthand. The level of the martial arts that Zeratul showed from moment to moment was more difficult than Baal,

human being when she first saw him, but he actually grew to the point where he could

when she was allowed to join with him. She felt

covering the blood that still flowed from his severed nose, he looked at the ground with his sharp

the moment when the people who have been with me are

sense if he didn't

before swinging the hand plow. Grid nodded to Piaro, who was looking

permeated Grid's sense of smell, which had been filled with blood. It was the aftermath of the sky being covered with leaves from the branches that stretched out in a

"A world tree…?"

handle a god, let alone a god who was so

people who were watching doubtfully let

to support the sky. Of course, it was infinitely smaller compared to the world tree, but no one

famers who gave infinite trust to Piaro and his wife, who was an elf, created a miracle that reproduced the world tree. A reason could be that some of the farmers who trusted him consisted of big names such as the Sword Saint, the Overgeared God Church's Pope, and the Aura

that even if they weren't here, Grid alone would've supported him. He was convinced

becoming the God

real time, Grid read Piaro's mind and tried to refute it, but it

statement that

eyes grew

fist techniques learned from Zeratul—the fist swung with the intention of destroying Piaro's hand plow was

absorb the

gave life to living things. It was possible to promote growth and it was possible to shorten the lifespan by giving life beyond the limit. It meant he could quickly make that huge tree wither. However, he didn't do so. It was because the