Overgeared

The Specter’s face wasn’t exactly the same as Rebecca’s. The shape of the head, the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, etcetera—every aspect was subtly different from the figure of the Goddess in the portraits. In particular, the difference with the eyes was great. It was a murky ash color, unlike the Goddess’ clear and transparent eyes. At first glance, she looked like a blind person.

However, the overall atmosphere was too similar. Unless a person looked closely, one couldn’t help mistaking her for Goddess Rebecca’s twin sister.

“...Why do you look so much like the Goddess?”

“Are you pointing out my appearance? You care about the trivial things.”

The Specter covered her face with the mask again. It was a mask that looked like it was cut from someone’s skull.

Beriache bounced off the Yellow Dragon’s divinity and landed at the Specter’s side. The instantaneous shockwave that occurred shook the Specter’s robe, revealing a bizarre object. It was armor made of human bones. To be precise, the bones of the human gods who nourished the No Offspring Tomb were woven together like armor, wrapping around the Specter’s entire body.

The Specter that Grid had once peeked at was finally revealed.

“I and the other ‘first humans’ all resemble the faces of the Gods of the Beginning. It was because they were the only ones who could be referred to.”

[You have learned about the ‘first humans.’]

[The acquisition of new knowledge, which hasn’t even appeared in the myth of the creation of the world, has increased your intelligence by 100.]

The value of information that hadn’t been known so far was enormous.

The people at the scene—the intelligence stat of Grid and the Overgeared members had increased by a huge 100. It was a value comparable to leveling up 10 times for an ordinary player.

“The first humans...”

Skunk and the other explorers reacted greatly. They weren’t interested in the stat that increased. They were just excited that there was an additional story that they could dig into in the future.

“Did your bad taste come from your desire to hide your appearance that resembles the Goddess?”

Grid emphasized the Specter’s appearance again. It was an outright bad taste. He felt a deep disgust at the sight of the Specter wearing the bones of human gods.

“I was just looking for convenience. Obsessing over appearances and giving them meaning is a characteristic of humans and animals. Don’t you think it is an inappropriate attitude for an Only One God?”

“Convenience? Are you using these bones to make it easier to use the divinity you have taken away?”

“That is about right.”

The Specter’s answer was a signal. The 310 God Hands suddenly attacked the Specter. They dug in with the intention of removing the bone fragments from the armor and helmet she was armed with.

“You have a bit of a naive side...”

The Specter cocked her head and swung her left hand.

Rattle.

There was the unpleasant sound of bone fragments rubbing together as demonic energy spread. It was demonic energy that left a trail in the direction that the Specter’s hand moved. It was black as if to not allow even a single ray of light, but it became contagious when it touched the God Hands. It chained back and forth between the God Hands and eventually spread out like a net.

It was in an instant. All of a sudden, the 310 God Hands were reduced to mayflies trapped in a spider web. They were tied up by the demonic energy and couldn’t move even a finger.

“Holy Light.” Saintess Ruby was among the Overgeared members and she used a skill. She targeted the demonic energy that had just captured all the God Hands. However, it didn’t work. Ruby’s face paled. “It isn’t... demonic energy?”

“......!”

wasn’t demonic energy? Ruby’s

‘Divinity.’

that the Specter was using. It originated from Yatan, who was the ‘source of demonic energy,’ but it was divinity, not demonic energy. It

mouth, “We need

it gradually took the shape of

answered your

of the Specter and he received the reply that the Specter was an

dream of the god I serve. I am a remnant of a hateful past and

introduction and the

my purpose is to restore hell. I think my purpose is the same as

“......”

the Specter’s voice was so bizarre. He wondered if it had something to do with

that the body can’t handle it? Even though

that created the world. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that it went beyond the source of

it couldn’t be handled even by the Specter, who had built up the hierarchy of an Absolute after devouring all types of myths. Besides, wasn’t she Yatan’s apostle? She would’ve received ‘permission’ to use Yatan’s divinity,

‘How powerful is it...?’

in the Specter’s hand. It was a club made of black divinity. The 310 God Hands gathered and gave it a

isn’t helpful, so it

was lamenting that his God Hands had poop on them when the Specter’s scratchy voice entered his

combat ability. Considering the ‘relationship’ you have with the world, such as gaining the favor of the mother and daughter, Beriache and Marie Rose, it is calculated that

type of cooperation do

is simple. Get

almost like sending him off. She seemed to want Grid to disappear

heard your purpose is to

“Yes.”

your goal, right? I can see that you don’t need any help? Does it have anything to do with this thing here?” Grid asked as he turned around

Specter

hell. It is what is distorting hell. Yet trying to restore hell with the

a lot of

explain. She was reluctant to explain

you can’t explain, there seems

rest due to the distorted hell and are suffering. My purpose and means to

feel like I am being tortured when hearing this ugly voice. Hey, Specter! Don’t keep changing the subject and explain it! Why does a great being like you have such a twisted tongue? Did the Gods of the Beginning accidentally measure the wrong length of their tongues when creating the first humans? The Gods of the Beginning were once uncivilized and couldn’t even measure properly? Hah, truly. There is a

“......”

was

time in thousands of years that I’ve had the intent to kill someone for

Specter’s gaze passed by Vantner’s bald head and landed precisely on Huroi. At the same time, a dark club fell toward Huroi’s head. It was

a step late. Absolutes who could move their positions as soon as they wanted were greatly

Dragon have a cooldown time of

skill he just gained from his divinity being enhanced—Grid had evaluated the Yellow Dragon’s skill of protecting his troops as being a bit (?) fraudulent, but now he changed the evaluation. It was far from being fraudulent. The disadvantages were

Huroi can

club was about to hit the top of Huroi’s head. Grid struggled to calm his pounding heart. He remembered that Huroi had immortality. Nevertheless, it was hard to calm down. He was

were gathered around Huroi. It meant that there would be many casualties

‘Dammit...!’

couldn’t hide his nervousness and gritted his