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.”

fine. I just need a lot of people. That way, I will be seen trampling on Muller

“......”

expressionless face shook

obsessed with personal success even after becoming a god, seemed amazing in a way. He swallowed back the words that rose

be obsessed with fame and hurt the people. I was pathetic. My words

“......”

were as many as three of Muller’s shadows that emerged

***

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

disgusting monster leave

based on talent. He proved his predecessor’s discerning eye. As if to repay the trust of the first pope, he accumulated countless achievements, including a strong force, and maintained the title of strongest pope for hundreds of years. He was

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 a puppy welcoming back its owner

“You are my son-in-law.”

this wasn’t Beriache. It was just Beriache’s

Grid and recognized him. It

‘Why is she different?’

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

the power

into a soulless body. He thought it would be easy for the apostle of

-......

He calmed down his mind that had been deceived by the name ‘Beriache’

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

do that

Wasn’t I just greeting my mother-in-law? I was

a person,

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

“I mean you.”

-......

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

Grid’s point was valid...

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

“......”

who was muttering 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

now the things

is pretty good. At the very least, he didn’t go crazy or cause much trouble. You will meet more transcendents in the future so try

was an attitude that treated most transcendents as

still seems to be a virgin. Why

‘What?’

It wasn’t because she discovered his identity as Blood King. Grid had the direct descendant vampires. Anyone with deep knowledge of vampire history could easily infer that Grid was the

didn’t come here, but that she couldn’t. The reason was that it became difficult to control blood. She withdrew alone despite being

you really

resurrection of my body, a part of my soul in hell dwelt

Rose. The only difference was that it was insipid without any emotions. It wasn’t known if Beriache was joking or