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

“Yes.”

repeatedly. You’ve never been in a situation where you were on the verge

only after fully recovering that he reappeared and challenged it again. It was nothing to be ashamed of. It was proof that he wasn’t ready to accept defeat

a genius. You might believe that other humans are as strong as you are, but reality is quite different. The vast majority of humans can’t easily

I’m not being arrogant.

such a person make the foolish claim that the surface is safe? Could it be

sharp for the first time. He even released a bit of killing intent.

of ‘Heart Killing Intent’ has fixed your health to a

[You can’t resist.]

he a monster beyond

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

the point that his face turned white, but he soon regained his composure. He was a Sword Saint. There was no way that a meeting with

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

death approached him. At the very least,

the effects of ‘Heart Killing Intent.’ Your

when these monsters go on

the surface is now

Additionally—

as weak

“......”

objective of his distant junior, the Sword

humans... I thought you came here to

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 to accumulated achievements and years alongside the strongest Sword Saint

simply to devour

doesn’t need

a precarious world. It could be overthrown at any time by the whims of the dragons or the needs of the gods. There wasn’t much that Muller could do

a glimpse of the truth of hell and realized that death wasn’t the end. He realized he couldn’t even die

He wanted to help his junior, if only to relieve his

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

It was very slowly, as if telling Kraugel to watch

could’ve mistaken Garion, the God of the Earth who reacted every time he split apart the land and mountains, as equivalent

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

hundreds of years,

like a thunderbolt smashed toward Kraugel.

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

time. It was thanks to Grid’s favor. It was a debt that must be

to reach level 11.

transcended and reached level 11. A special function is

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

Is this the ‘god’

hardened in the middle