Overgeared

"Um…"

3:1—the Overgeared World was ahead of Asgard.

Grid's mind was on Piaro. It was because he suddenly found Piaro sighing among the cheering people. Grid was the only one who noticed it. Everyone was praising Piaro as a hero. Piaro was the only one who thought of himself as a loser.

A person who received a declaration that a god would serve (?) him—who would dare to consider him, who qualified as a complete god and was the starting point of this scripture—this epic—a loser? This was why the others didn't know that the faint shadow on Piaro's face was due to guilt.

'It is my fault that Piaro lost.'

The nature of this duel had changed since the very beginning. Which one was superior between Grid's items and Zeratul's passed down martial arts? Just as Kraugel wielded Twilight, the other apostles also needed to wield the power of items. Of course, Grid periodically replaced the items of the apostles.

However, it wasn't at the stage of distributing dragon weapons and armor, so it was too vague to call them divine objects. In particular, Piaro's farming tools were too outdated.

'To be precise, it isn't that they are outdated.'

They were unsuitable for combat. The farming equipment that Piaro wanted were essentially a suitable form for cultivation. From Grid's standards, they were naturally unsuitable for combat. However, if Piaro's farming tools were really unsuitable for battle, then his success until now was impossible. Yes, it was a very small difference. The difference was only revealed when fighting a being who was approaching an Absolute.

Grid felt sorry. 'I should've broken Piaro's stubbornness and made better items, but I neglected him.'

He learned a new fact. It was that caring and respecting his precious people shouldn't undermine his philosophy.

"……"

Even though his wounds hadn't recovered, Grid was about to go down to the ground to comfort Piaro. Then he stopped. He found Piaro's wife approaching Piaro. A heartfelt smile spread across Piaro's face, who had been forcing himself to look bright. It was the happiness of one who had established a family.

Grid realized the joy of regaining what had been lost for a long time and laughed. 'I don't have to worry too much.'

This incident would be a great lesson for Piaro. He would break his stubbornness and develop further.

It happened as Grid was feeling relieved…

"It is insignificant,"the god who stepped on the stage after Melory opened his mouth. The voice that roared through the atmosphere echoed throughout Reinhardt. The voice sank low so it created the illusion of sucking the listener into an abyss. There was a greatly disparate feeling.

"The only thing the gods do when gathering together are wielding swords. What is the difference with humans?"

"……"

Grid belatedly noticed it.

The god on the stage—the skinny god, who was three meters tall, wasn't breathing. The strange waves of language that was spoken without breathing gave a sense of strangeness that he had never felt in his life. It was also different from the language of the undead, which expressed their deep resentment.

'If he is a real god… he can live without breathing.'

The gods Grid had met so far had been breathing normally. In retrospect, even the demons breathed. So why did this god suppress his breathing? There must be some intention behind it.

knew the importance of breathing, so he

you punch as well

happened as Huroi was refuting

martial arts." Another god stepped forward and dismissed it. He was Aldro, the disciple (?) of

god

land,

if your opponent isn't human?" Zik climbed onto the stage. He seemed to be acquainted with the tall god. "Kadlow. You were blinded by lust and chaotically

right. If I had to say it, I am the parent of your Seven Malignant

even this world, but the ancient times of another world. There was a time when the idea of giving divinity to humans didn't exist. This was until Kadlow coveted the human body and caused a child of god to be

benefactor of you humans. I am in a position to defend my

about prestige when you were disqualified from being a chief god for lowering the prestige

time when he was in full

chief god will be regained sooner

martial arts from Zeratul was simple. It was in order to build up force. Why was he the only one who was severely punished among the

and realized something. It was because he didn't have superior skills like Hexetia, resourcefulness like Venice, or the strength or wisdom of Dominion and Judar. He

today so he felt the need for transformation. Among them, he was interested in martial

reigned and acted unruly because he was strong. No one rebuked him when he was bragging without acknowledging that he was a replacement for Chiyou. It was because he was strong. He had power so others

what Kadlow

compared to the goddess' 'Pillar of Creation,' but it

Sloth. Dominion's army watched the situation with their arms crossed

caused an unexpected situation. Neither the gods nor angels felt a sense of crisis. At that time, it was Kadlow who blocked the variable of Providence. He produced bad luck with the Pillar

a mystery incomprehensible to humans. It is only when using the power that humans will look up to the gods… sealing this power is just bringing us down to the same

"Get to the point."

before

and Kadlow replied, "This battle is unilaterally designed to be in your favor and it is unreasonable.

the method that Zeratul

for his life. I

"……"

he going to ignore the rules that

that Zik was about to

than the high sky where Grid was floating. Braham floated here with Grid behind him like the sun. "Use the power or

a slight smile, as

matter

a look, Zik. This is the treatment of a god who has lost his prestige. It is why it is

rose toward the clouds that looked white in the distance. It was the Pillar of Production. In this world, the previous world, and the worlds before that, it was a

on this guy." Originally, Braham was only conscious of the god who looked like a little boy, but he changed

respected this. He stepped down from the stage and

take care of a bit of

stopped breathing. It caused a tremendous wavelength. The suppressed breathing was amplified through the Pillar of Production and an omnidirectional shockwave was generated. Reinhardt,

is the swordsmanship I

would take care of a bit of Zeratul's honor. As if to fulfill this declaration, Kadlow pulled out a sword from his waist and swung it lightly. The sound of the air being cut was heard in the distance. It was in the direction that the pillar was rising. A silver sword light was produced in large quantities from the

Braham in