Overgeared

In the first battle, he won in 35 exchanges of blows.

The one who inherited the Matchless Sword like himself—he understood the fact that this person was the Sword Saint of the current era. This person was a distant junior. There was no great inspiration other than the fact that the sword contained the characteristic of an orange sunset.

The second time, they exchanged 48 blows before he won. He was a bit surprised by the momentum of the sword that pierced through the space in a manner similar to a spear. He also admired the orange sunset, which was someone else’s divinity fused with the sword energy. He considered the efforts of his junior who would’ve tried in various ways to fill the gap over the years.

The third time, he won after 71 exchanges. He was aiming to win within 20 exchanges, but it became surprisingly long.

‘I thought I understood everything.’

This wasn’t the case at all. For the Sword Saint of the present day, the Matchless Sword was just an additional branch, not the foundation.

The fourth time, he won after 82 exchanges. From then on, the dimensional gap couldn’t withstand the waves from the battle and started to collapse. The fragments of the chaos dimension defied the providence of the existing world and produced monsters.

“I can see your intentions.”

Sword Saint Muller—the most powerful Sword Saint of all time. He was praised as one of the greatest heroes of the past by the humans of that time. His impression after living alone for hundreds of years was very different from Kraugel’s expectations.

Straightforward, clear eyes. A confident expression. An unwavering voice. He was born to enforce ‘justice,’ just like the hero of a manhwa. It was like seeing the embodiment of goodness that would never be broken. The expectation that he would’ve collapsed after living alone for a long time was spectacularly wrong.

“Eventually, the dimensional gap will break and the surface will be in crisis... then I will have no choice but to return to the world.”

Why was he born with such great talent? Muller deliberated on it for a long time before deciding to live for others. He saved countless lives by harnessing a talent that was too much for one individual to handle. He believed it to be the responsibility and duty of the strong.

His accomplishments weren’t just sealing the great demons. The wars and plunder suppressed by Muller’s mere existence were simply incalculable. It was just that the kingdoms, forced to abandon their greed out of fear of a single human being, didn't record it due to their pride.

“Okay. I’ll do as you want for now. Let’s hurry and return to the surface before the monsters born from the shards of the dimension gaps hurt people.”

“......”

The Sword Saint of the present day was very reticent. It was unusual.

‘It is hard for a Sword Saint to be reticent, right?’

A sword contained many intentions. Swords were sometimes wielded to take thousands of lives and sometimes to save only one. It was easy to wander if they didn’t consider it endlessly. A Sword Saint had to see, hear, and experience many different types of lives. It was only by understanding and empathizing with more lives that the intentions put into the sword increased and the paths of the sword would increase.

Biban, whom he once happened to see from a distance, proved it. He never stopped chatting. Thanks to this, Muller discovered that the person was Biban. Muller thought that his mouth would naturally be busy if he reflected on the connections with people that he had built up to increase his sword skills one by one. He worried in his heart that he would one day become like Biban.

“...It is fine.”

“Huh?”

The unusually reticent Sword Saint of the present day finally opened his mouth. He flustered his senior by saying something contrary to expectations.

“The surface will be safe even if you don’t come. Monsters of that caliber can’t touch a single human hair.”

as a Sword Saint is much shorter than I thought, right? Is it less than 20

“Yes.”

I felt like you were trying to save face by running away repeatedly. You’ve never been in a situation where

Saint of the present day didn’t comply and ran away after every defeat. It was only after fully recovering that he reappeared and challenged it again. It was nothing to be

clear. Your belief is just the fallacy of a genius. You might believe that other humans are as strong as you are,

seem to have misunderstood something... I’m not being

a person make the foolish claim that the surface is safe? Could it be that... you don’t care about

a calf’s, turned sharp for the first time. He even released a bit of killing intent. For a

of ‘Heart Killing Intent’ has

[You can’t resist.]

he a

killing intent—it killed the target as soon as there was the intention. Did Muller really achieve the ultimate in the

but he soon regained his composure. He was a Sword Saint. There was no way

his ‘qualifications,’ not his talent and skills. He believed in Grid’s judgment and trust in

aloof even when death approached him. At the very least, he seemed worth talking to.

‘Heart Killing Intent.’ Your

really safe when

is now guarded by

Additionally—

aren’t as

“......”

objective of his distant junior,

world and fight together for humans... I thought you came

the form of a sword. He pulled out the real sword that had been sealed for hundreds of years and grabbed it. It was a treasured sword that was reborn as a divine sword due

simply to

doesn’t

attitude seemed to be sincerely saying this. It was the blessing that Muller had been long hoping for. A world that could survive only if a few strong people supported it—the surface was a precarious world. It could

ran away. In the end, he wanted death. He rejected life because it was meaningless, not because he was bored. Then he caught a glimpse of the truth of hell and realized that death wasn’t the end. He realized he couldn’t even die and felt extremely desperate.

He wanted to help his junior, if only to

I’ll show you everything, even

very slowly, as if telling Kraugel to

junior misunderstood a mere human god. He could’ve mistaken Garion, the God of the Earth who reacted every time he split apart the land and

he sympathized with the argument that ‘human beings aren’t weak.’ If many legends and transcendents were born in this era, the surface would definitely be safer

hundreds of years, he felt

that made a cracking sound like a thunderbolt

improving his mood or senses. He received the system’s help. Every time he exchanged sword strikes with Muller, the level of his swordsmanship related skills started to grow at an incredible rate. In particular, the skills related to the Matchless Swordsmanship exceeded the master level. It was a class effect caused by his encounter with the former generation

grew up normally for the first time.

reach level 11. A special function is

and reached

met Muller. On the surface, Grid’s No Offspring Tomb expedition

Is this

face hardened in the middle