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

“......”

face

seemed amazing in a way. He

out to Zik, “I can’t be obsessed with fame and hurt the people. I

“......”

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

***

Rose when young. No, Marie Rose must look like mother-in-law,

will that disgusting monster leave the

beside Beriache kept talking nonsense. One of the few saints in the history of humanity—Chreshler was the one the first pope chose as his successor purely 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

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

“You are my son-in-law.”

before finally opening her mouth. No, this wasn’t Beriache. It was just Beriache’s dead body. It was a pale, expressionless face and two empty eyes whose thoughts can’t be seen. No

and recognized him. It was different from Chreshler’s corpse, which had

‘Why is she different?’

was just an

power

for the apostle of Yatan. Grid thought that someone

-......

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

be alive. Look

did you do that when you

Ah... Wasn’t I just greeting my mother-in-law? I was just keeping human

a person,

a vampire during her life. Why does it matter when she is dead? Don’t you feel

“I mean you.”

-......

the time when he destroyed his own corpse. No, it was the distant past when he

Grid’s point was valid...

if I abandon even the doctrine of humans, then I’m

“......”

the back of Chreshler, who was muttering bitterly. It was an effort to suppress the anger

unlike Grid, but now the things covering his eyes were slowly peeled

the very least, he didn’t go crazy or cause much trouble. You will meet more transcendents in the future

was an attitude that

ears of the shocked Skunk—Beriache spoke while looking at Grid, “Seeing that Marie Rose couldn’t come here, she still seems to be a virgin. Why hasn’t she become pregnant

‘What?’

King. Grid had the direct descendant vampires. Anyone with deep knowledge of vampire history could easily infer that Grid was the Blood King. However, no one could show the conviction that Marie

She withdrew alone despite being worried

you really

I sensed the resurrection of my body, a part of my soul in hell dwelt

The only