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.”

Saint is much shorter than I thought, right? Is it less

“Yes.”

were trying to save face by running away repeatedly. You’ve never been in a situation

only after fully recovering that he reappeared and challenged it again. It was nothing to be ashamed of. It was

humans are as strong as

I’m not being arrogant. I’ve experienced great

the surface is safe? Could it be that... you don’t care

clear as a calf’s, turned sharp for the first time. He

has fixed your

[You can’t resist.]

he a monster

Did Muller really achieve the ultimate in the Heart Sword? At this point, wasn’t it far beyond the realm of legends and

that his face turned white, but he soon regained his composure. He was a Sword Saint. There was no way that a meeting with Muller wouldn’t be beneficial. Grid knew this, so he

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

even when death approached him. At the very least, he seemed worth talking to. “I’ll change the

free from the effects of ‘Heart

when these monsters go on a

now guarded by a

Additionally—

aren’t as weak as

“......”

it—the objective of his distant junior, the Sword Saint of the present day, wasn't Muller

together for humans... I thought you came here

for hundreds of years and grabbed it. It

was simply to devour

world doesn’t need

survive only if a few strong people supported it—the surface was a precarious world. It could be overthrown at any time by

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

a coward. He wanted to help his junior, if only to

to feed you. I’ll show you everything, even if it means killing you hundreds

was very slowly,

Such a thing was impossible. Perhaps his junior misunderstood a mere human god. He could’ve mistaken Garion, the God of

many legends and transcendents were born in this era, the

years, he felt

sound like a thunderbolt smashed toward Kraugel. It tore apart the

senses. He received the system’s help. Every time he exchanged sword strikes with Muller, the level of his swordsmanship related

so far, grew up normally for the first time. It was thanks to Grid’s favor. It was a debt that must

reach level 11. A special

Heart Technique’ has transcended and reached

days after he met Muller. On the surface, Grid’s No Offspring Tomb expedition was in full

Is this the ‘god’ you

in the middle