Overgeared

It was the case with all the gods who descended with Zeratul.

Velma, the God of Regret, wasn't well known. Very few people knew of her and even they gave her a bad assessment.

The God of Regret—wasn't this name sinister? It was a name like she would nag at them to realize their mistakes and repent.

Velma—in fact, her role was to help humans live a 'life without regrets.' She took on a mission that was practically impossible. She suffered from too many failures and was deeply troubled.

Is my role right?

It isn't right.

To eliminate regret from human life is just arrogance from now knowing human beings…

From the moment she realized this, Velma changed her ways. She didn't help humans to stop feeling regret, but she cared for humans suffering from regret. To do this, she had to focus on the lives of individual human beings. Other great gods exerted their influence over many human beings, while she communicated with every human one by one.

"Zik… you have experienced me, so you know best. I am a very incompetent god. Please don't be disappointed too much."

She learned swordsmanship because she wanted to give the lone swordsman the will to live. Yet was it really possible? Could the swordsmanship she learned instill a new will in the strongest swordsman? She didn't dare to doubt the swordsmanship of Martial God Zeratul. The problem was with her. She had never fought in her life, so she wondered if she could fight well…

"If you don't trust yourself, why don't you use your power?"

It happened as Velma's heart shook as she faced Zik…

The God of Magic and Wisdom—the new god who was just born advised her from offstage.

"In any case, this confrontation will end in a victory for the Overgeared World. The thing you should be obsessed with is the content, not the outcome of the fight." Braham was being cautious. He showed a polite attitude to Velma when he belittled almost all his opponents, except for Hayate. It was out of respect for Velma. He respected her essence, not her old and dwarfed appearance. "Surely you didn't intend to compete in pure swordsmanship against the strongest swordsman?"

"……"

That's right. It was arrogance to compete in pure swordsmanship against the lone swordsman. Arrogance was what Velma hated the most. It happened as Velma was almost persuaded…

"You don't have to listen to him." Zik poured cold water on her. His eyes were unusually sharp as he glanced at Braham. He looked somewhat aggressive, unlike his usual calm eyes. It was because he read Braham's intentions.

Braham snorted. "I think it is too late."

It was true. Velma had already taken out her power. She generated dozens of clones. The facial expression of each clone was different. It was because they were clones that embodied the human regrets that Velma had been carrying. It wasn't glamorous like the power of the other gods, but rather had a gloominess to it.

"Thank you, Braham. I have realized a lot thanks to you."

of her—they have been honing their swords all their lives. It would only bring shame if she asked

her hesitation after thinking about it and took a step forward. Then the dozens of clones followed her

Thump.

and the stage vibrated slightly. Velma's clones grew from dozens to hundreds. Hundreds of steps were taken simultaneously again and there was a loud noise this time. Then Velma's clones increased from hundreds to thousands. This

small sigh. People thought Zik was

Yes, it was a crisis. Each of Velma's thousands of clones had

was the regret

made in order to learn magic more easily stained his later years with pain. Velma's clone recreated his magic as he regretted and lamented his past choices at

the regret

suicide because he couldn't handle the sight of the

Ahhhhhh!

scream. There was the regret of an ordinary head of the household, the regret of a young girl

recreated by Velma's clones and caused powerful waves. They were wavelengths that gave Zik both physical pain and heartache. It was a level of pain that the Zik from a short time ago would've never

indirect experiences alone. Even Grid frowned. It was the ultimate mental attack accompanied by physical

all the regrets that Velma reproduced before they reached Zik, integrating and transforming them into a single concept. All the physical attacks caused by the warriors' regrets, the rampaging magic caused by the magicians' regrets, and the melancholy and status abnormalities caused by the regrets of ordinary people were

witnessed the unbelievable scene in real time and she shifted her gaze to Braham. She realized

Braham just shrugged.

"It is a pity."

concept. Then it absorbed, amplified, and released it. The greater the force of the target, the more light it exerted. As Braham's method of destruction proved, this was actually a poison

Kyaaaak!

into sword energy and they couldn't handle Zik's attack power. Velma's main body struck at Zik's sword energy several times. Her swordsmanship had been honed for the lone swordsman, so

I think you have

"……"

bent back and blocked Zik's attack. There wasn't the slightest sign of resentment toward

in the previous world. I hope you

"……"

tried to open his mouth several times. He wanted to protest that there were some unfair parts due to Braham, but Velma didn't give him a chance. The victim, Velma, had the right to complain, but Velma's attitude

"Heh."

good?

in a smile as she saw Zik frown slightly. "You've made good friends

was a rare, shocked look on

shows your emotions. It is just like the days when you were with the other good

he shut his mouth along the way. The very

always kept his distance. However, there was no such distance with Braham. It happened naturally without him even realizing it. It was because Braham's position was as special as his own. The same was

people will surely

Just then—

companions are

was certain of