Overgeared

Each person should live by relying on themselves—it was a command that Grid left to the apostles. It meant they shouldn’t follow him and should take care of themselves. It had always been that way. Grid didn’t bring his knights and apostles with him when he went to dangerous places. It was an attitude like they were a nuisance.

At the outskirts of Reinhardt...

“I have become a god, but it still isn’t rewarding,” Braham, the God of Magic and Wisdom, lamented.

He sat on a large and handsome statue of himself installed on a cliff. It was a transcendent sight.

“Now I also have an immortal body. Then isn’t the fact that I still can’t accompany Grid proof that I’m not trusted? This is a treatment that goes beyond worry.”

An apostle was a being who served their god. It was right for them to take on the danger that the god had to go through. However, it was shameful that he was left behind without being able to go to the No Offspring Tomb. He felt a great sense of sadness.

“The No Offspring Tomb is home to myth predators. You going there is no different than a rabbit entering a tiger’s den.”

“Tsk...”

It was the moment when Zik expressed the facts and made Braham even more uncomfortable...

There was a thunderous roar from far away and the sky turned pitch black. Then it split apart. The dimensional gap that appeared was as red as the belly of a beast that had just been slaughtered.

“...It is completely different from what has appeared so far.”

It happened after Kraugel left in search of Muller. At this point, dozens of dimensional gaps had already been destroyed and the world had suffered from all sorts of aftermath. The emergence of monsters was the smallest and most trivial thing. The collapse of the laws that protected the world caused all sorts of mysteries to occur. Sometimes they were beneficial mysteries, but even so, confusion was inevitable.

This was why the apostles were busy. The seven apostles, including Braham and Zik, were solving all types of cases in various parts of the continent. In other words, the apostles were fully responsible for the tasks that would’ve normally been solved by the Overgeared members.

Braham had been the only one complaining about this, but now he laughed. He looked quite happy as he raised his chin in a proud manner.

“It is Muller. No, is it Muller’s ‘traces’?”

The mysteries caused by the dimensional gaps violated common sense. They made knowledge useless. Thus, they were mysteries. It was no wonder that shadows reproducing Muller, who fought with Kraugel, and Kraugel, who fought with Muller, suddenly appeared and threatened the surface.

“It is a chance to regain the honor that I have lost.”

Swordsmen had an advantage over magicians—this was in an ordinary situation, but it was a law that didn’t work on Braham.

The only exception was when he was compared to Muller. Braham didn’t see a chance of winning against Muller. Of course, this didn’t mean he had fought Muller in person. It was the result of a virtual fight produced based on various information. It wasn’t even done by Braham himself, but through the mouths of rich people.

If the strongest swordsman of all time and a legendary great magician fought, who would win? The scholars analyzed their powers based on their achievements and held several virtual confrontations that always ended in Braham’s defeat.

Braham couldn’t deny it at all. His defeat was obvious even when he calculated it himself. Yet now, hundreds of years later, Braham became a god. The opportunity to erase the shameful record of the past had arrived.

“Zik, I would appreciate it if you could bring people over.”

“I will summon knights who are skilled in a sword formation. This is the best way to offset Muller’s sword energy a little bit.”

anyone is fine. I just need a lot of people. That way, I will be seen trampling on Muller and have it recorded in

“......”

face shook

success even after becoming a god, seemed amazing in a way. He swallowed back

Zik, “I can’t be obsessed with fame and hurt the people. I was pathetic. My words just now are invalid, so I hope you

“......”

as three of Muller’s shadows that emerged from the cracks

***

look exactly like Marie Rose when young. No, Marie Rose must look like mother-in-law, right? Hahaha! You look so young that I

will that disgusting

proved his predecessor’s discerning eye. As if to repay the trust of

perverted, but Grid tried to respect him. However, he ran out of patience at this moment. It was because after defeating the executives of the No Offspring Tomb and growing using them, it seemed like Chreshler would soon become an enemy. Chreshler’s attitude toward Beriache was like

“You are my son-in-law.”

the red lump of flesh. Beriache was silent for a while before finally opening her mouth. No, this wasn’t Beriache. It

opened her mouth. She clearly looked at Grid and recognized him. It was different from Chreshler’s corpse, which had

‘Why is she different?’

corpse in front of him was just an empty shell, so how did it recognize her and talk

the power

for the apostle of Yatan. Grid thought that someone else was ‘acting’ as

-......

doubts. He calmed down his mind that had been deceived by the name ‘Beriache’ and quietly returned

can’t be real. It doesn’t make sense to pretend to be alive. Look at my own corpse. Wasn’t it

that

greeting my mother-in-law? I was just

a person,

the dead to the standards of the living? My mother-in-law was a vampire during her life. Why does it matter when she is dead?

“I mean you.”

-......

his mouth (?). From the time when he destroyed his own corpse. No,

Grid’s point was valid...

the doctrine of humans, then I’m no different from

“......”

bitterly. It was an effort to suppress the anger that boiled deep in his heart. What was this shamelessness? He didn’t even understand sarcastic comments and reacted like

now the things

crazy or cause much trouble. You will meet more

that wasn’t really comfort. It was an attitude that treated most transcendents as lunatics greater

to be

‘What?’

wasn’t because she discovered his identity as Blood King. Grid had the direct descendant vampires. Anyone with deep knowledge

wasn’t that Marie Rose didn’t come here, but that she couldn’t. The reason was that it became difficult to control blood. She withdrew alone despite being worried about Grid. She handed over the Divine

are you really

part of my soul in hell dwelt in this body.

was a child. Beriache’s style of talking resembled Marie Rose. The only difference was that