Overgeared

Every name had a special resonance. Even the name of an ordinary girl would remind some people of their first love and make their hearts flutter.

The name of Sword Saint Muller had something that touched everyone’s hearts.

The strongest swordsman in history—some hailed him as the greatest legend of all time. There were countless people in the world who missed him, who was said to have died hundreds of years ago. It was due to the vague belief and sense of expectation that many things would’ve been different if only Muller had been alive. It was the belief that ‘killed’ Muller.

“Yes, this is right. I have always denied his death in my heart.”

It was shortly after the emergence of Muller spread to the world. The tower members gathered in one place. Now the tower members were no longer blind and trapped in a dragon’s jaws. They were members of the Overgeared World, which was taking control of the surface, and could react sensitively to situations that happened in the world.

“Muller’s swordsmanship transcends mine. It was a fact that I realized only after repeated training and becoming stronger. Even if Muller hadn’t mastered the Matchless Sword, he would’ve become the strongest Sword Saint. He is someone who can do well just by swinging his sword without any special techniques.”

Biban was very excited. He was genuinely happy that his respected junior was alive and there was also the vague expectation of the opportunity to test Muller’s skills. It was ever since he was convinced that he had transcended Muller in this lifetime—his growth had become stagnant.

Being a bit better than Muller—it was impossible for a swordsman to imagine a stage beyond that. He couldn’t see the way to go forward.

Yet in the future, Muller would give him the answer. Biban just needed to watch his back and move on. That was Muller’s position.

“The return of a hero is something to celebrate. However, now isn’t the time to rejoice. There will be many beings who will react sensitively to Muller’s appearance.”

Every hero who lived in the post-Muller era had experienced it at one time or another—it was to be compared to Muller in terms of skills or achievements. For villains who had existed since ancient times, the reference point for heroes was Muller. Of course, all the tower members were from before Muller’s time, so this was something they had never experienced.

However, they knew the situation through the words of Grid and Kraugel. In particular, there were many cases where demons compared themselves to Muller.

“Hell will react the quickest of all. In the worst case scenario, I believe Baal might invade the surface himself.”

Baal couldn’t die. He would be infinitely resurrected unless human fear toward him completely ended. This didn’t mean he was invincible. Grid had proven it several times. Baal had already lost his life to Grid several times, so he must inwardly be nervous. He would yearn for more power and be more obsessed with new ‘nourishment’ than ever before.

The nourishment mentioned here naturally meant the death of human beings. Baal was a monster who could absorb and recreate the abilities of dead humans. He would dearly covet Muller’s swordsmanship.

Biban cocked his head.

“Baal will appear on the surface...? Isn’t that impossible unless he has dementia?”

Grid had fought Baal in hell and won. Of course, he couldn’t guarantee a 100% winning rate, but he had a good chance of winning on the surface.

“Will he invade the surface only to be beaten to death by Grid?”

“The results might vary depending on the type of invasion. Is Baal’s strength only in martial arts?”

Fronzaltz explained to Biban, who only thought simply.

dead that Baal acquires isn’t necessarily limited to combat strength. It was right

his liking. He was someone who deceived an old dragon, so

to

what do you

of all, we need to ensure Muller’s safety. For example, provide

the

It is slowly covering the surface and it is far

and infiltrate the Overgeared World. It was no longer

Overgeared World, where else

“......”

of the tower members darkened. They all

only one who remained expressionless and

by overlaying

immediately escape if the location of the tower they were currently staying

recruit Muller to block the variables while increasing

recruit

the tower should respectfully receive him. They hoped Muller

the future, we

policy. He selected dragons who might be interested in the emergence of Muller and planned a strategy to tie them down. They started planning to fight the dragons they had avoided for so long. It was something created by

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another ‘me’ exists and who lived the same life in the same environment as me. The moment we face it, we will definitely be in great confusion. Eventually, we will try to distinguish the real from the

of hell are

they both

worn out over the course of living

more cracked and it eventually stopped. Still, this was enough. Grid and the others figured out the Specter’s target.

recreate hell, can you copy Baal as well?” Grid reacted seriously for the

Specter nodded. “Of course... that is the only way the plan makes

as the materials for the phenomenon. This was just superficially, but in fact, the Specter planned to turn the ‘souls’ of the

“Hmm...”

life the moment he returned to the world after hundreds of years. However, he was currently sullen.

a terrible story, but it is pretty

on the Hero King’s fighting energy, he got a glimpse of the achievements that Grid accumulated before becoming a god. He

generation who had reached a level that he himself hadn’t reached. Thus, he wanted to respect Grid as much as possible.This was why

to create a new hell and offset the existing hell. The plan seemed quite plausible, but it had a fatal flaw. It was that the hell would be built here in the No Offspring Tomb. Of course, the No Offspring Tomb had evolved into a dimension separate from the surface, but its scale was much smaller compared to hell. It was virtually impossible to

become entangled without being able to maintain their independence. All three dimensions would become battlefields. At this time, even if the surface was fortunate enough to escape destruction, it would surely be reduced to ruins. It

might be obvious for the Specter, but it was

were hands full of calluses at every joint. The calluses that still remained distinct despite the hundreds of years he wasted in the dimensional gap proved it—during Muller’s time as a Sword Saint, he had

might cut your

God Grid and the Specter. It would be a shortcut that led to the destruction of the surface. Someone