Overgeared

Muller’s brown hair reached just below his ankles and dragged like a cloak. It was a constraint that couldn’t be ignored. It was like he took a penalty on himself. However, Kraugel hadn’t noticed any major gaps in the last 23 days. He reaffirmed that Muller was a person ‘close’ to an Absolute.

‘He isn’t an Absolute.’

Kraugel’s discerning eye was far beyond the ordinary. He had also witnessed firsthand Absolutes like Grid, Hayate, Marie Rose, the old dragons, and Zeratul. It was either fighting together with them or fighting them as enemies. There was no way that he couldn’t distinguish between Absolutes.

‘The only thing he has developed is his heart.’

Muller’s ‘status’ fell short of an Absolute. He was at the level of a higher transcendent and the so-called ‘Realm of the Absolute’ couldn’t be implemented. His ‘energy’ was at least equal or superior to an Absolute in terms of ‘swordsmanship,’ but that was it.

It was generally inferior compared to Hayate, who wielded the energy of a Dragon Slayer; Marie Rose, who wielded the power of a vampire; a dragon, who shot a Breath and used Dragon Words; and Zeratul, who mastered all martial arts. It was several times lower than Grid’s omnipotence of being able to respond to any situation in real time using items. Just—

The ‘heart’ didn’t seem to be lacking compared to any Absolute. This might be due to the characteristics of the class called Sword Saint. It was because the Sword Saint had a skill called Heart Sword. By moving his sword with his heart, he naturally sharpened it and reached the stage of Heart Killing Intent. It must’ve been a ‘natural’ growth process for Muller, who was the strongest of the Sword Saints.

‘I wonder if he was able to keep himself from going crazy due to his advanced heart and mental power.’

Muller had been alone for hundreds of years in a dimensional gap, but let alone being crazy, he hadn’t degenerated at all. It was amazing no matter how one looked at it. It was understandable if he interpreted as Muller enduring thanks to his specially developed heart and mind.

‘That is also why he ran away.’

Satisfy’s worldview was very hopeless.

The surface—a world where they never knew when the time bomb called a dragon would explode. Humans lived there and were threatened by all types of monsters. On one hand, they were targeted by the demons of hell. Therefore, they relied on the heavenly gods, but most gods weren’t interested in humans.

In the first place, in Satisfy, gods were more like ‘humans with eternal life and strong power.’ Their mental state wasn’t that different from humans, so they were too incomplete to be absolutely trusted and followed. Of course, the Gods of the Beginning might be different, but...

In any case, the world experienced from a human perspective was hopeless. Even hope disappeared after death. If a great hero died, they ascended to heaven and became a soldier of the gods. If an ordinary person died, they fell into a distorted hell and became the prey of Baal and the demons.

In a world where there were no dreams and no hope—

Muller took a completely different path from Hayate. At first, they lived for others in the same manner. Then after learning the hopeless truth of the world, Hayate built a tower, while Muller fled. Was it because Muller was a coward? Rather, perhaps he accepted the situation more ‘realistically.’

Hayate lived every day with nightmares until he relied on Grid. He knew dragons better than anyone, so he feared them the most in the world. He endured purely with a hero’s willpower. He endured the pain caused by the weight of the responsibility he carried, hid the fear he didn’t dare tell others, and lived every day without finding hope. Yes, he just endured it. He would’ve collapsed if he hadn’t met the hope called Grid. His years of hard work might’ve been in vain. That was how precarious he was.

On the other hand, Muller quickly gave up cleanly when he realized there was no hope in the world. He didn’t try his best. In any situation, his calm mind and heart would’ve forced him to make the ‘right judgment.’ Even so, he still seemed to have a lingering attachment based on the way he kept the No Offspring Tomb under surveillance.

‘If he had remained in the world until the end like Hayate...’

He would’ve accumulated all sorts of achievements and experience and became an Absolute.

‘Definitely.’

Kraugel was thinking this as he stared at Muller’s back, only to suddenly come back to his senses. It was because he made eye contact with Muller, who turned his head.

“I won't guess what you are thinking,” Muller spoke with his characteristic amiable expression and pretended to slit his neck with his finger.

Snip.

His long hair was cut off. It was the operation of sword energy that was used without a sword. The clear, sharp sword energy blurred the scenery and only cut off his hair.

“Don’t look at me with any type of faith. I’m not a trustworthy hero or a great person.”

was ashamed to see people praising the meaningless things that were like used

the way, are you

was unknown. It could be opened in the middle of the Red Sea, the lava-infested Trauka’s lair, or the

Offspring Tomb. He was prepared to die, even though he had avoided it out of fear. It was because he knew what was asleep in the No Offspring Tomb. He didn’t know what the Specter was trying to protect, but he knew the other thing for

‘Beriache’s body.’

birth to Marie Rose even though she knew she would die. In fact, she died shortly after giving

hell. Muller was the guardian of the surface at the time. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that his eyes and ears were over the entire continent. The Sword Saint’s Super Sensitivity combined

had got their hands on Beriache’s body. Muller sensed the ominousness and

like Grenier’s Mountain King, and he predicted that it would mutate naturally to become a myth predator in the process. In fact, the Specter that Muller saw was far

are you going to do with

unfolded before Kraugel’s

due to the class effect of ‘Sword Sword

is communicating with Muller’s

a moment from the

the dark underground area of

than it actually was due to the unrivaled pressure it gave off and a very ominous shadow on its body, but its size wasn’t much different from Muller. It was the average height of humans and the

qualified to ask questions,” the being—the Specter of the No Offspring Tomb—opened its mouth. Its hand held someone’s rotting heart. It was Beriache’s

going to

“Mirror...?”

mirror that is symmetrical to the body of King Daebyeol, who covets the souls of the dead and distorts the

couldn’t understand the Specter’s

“It is easy to understand it as a tool to make the plans of the demon who betrayed my god go awry. I will

Specter’s fingertip

a high-speed approach that made even Muller’s Super

Duguen!

amount of information flooded

of the ‘body’ that devoured the souls of the dead and distorted

judgment that takes into account the relationship between King Daebyeol and Beriache. The moment they fall into the

of humans. It isn’t suitable as a space to fulfill your personal

is

me laugh!” Muller drew his

of view. His swordsmanship, his will, his fighting style—the Sword Saint, who was called the strongest of all time, was truly amazing. He

Saint’s class quest, which hadn’t been completed in more than 15 years of Satisfy time, entered the final phase. It was an opportunity to be recognized after

be reborn as a world separate from the surface. If you don’t wish for an apocalypse, pray to Yatan that the scale of hell can be

‘minimum safeguard,’

dozens of spears were inserted into his body. He blocked the swords with the

world created by you, a mere apostle of a god, will

that there is even a small possibility. Sword Saint Muller, the hero who supports the world. My respect for

inherited from the God of the Beginning, Yatan. The moment it touched Muller, it exercised the power to banish

the impending apocalypse and the frustration of not being able

“...It is the end.”

information instilled in him by the Specter revealed too much truth to

The disappearance of Yatan.

The distorted hell.

stood on the

apostle