Overgeared

Colors rarely seen on the surface pushed away the darkness of the No Offspring Tomb. It was the aftermath of the Specter’s hair, which was brighter than gold and closer to infinite light, fluttering alongside the fragments of the broken mask.

The first humans—the Specter was the ‘standard.’

The Gods of the Beginning took her as the model when creating human women. This fact didn’t impress the Specter in any way. The Specter was nothing more than a being created using Rebecca as a model. However, the Specter fought for humanity. She didn’t feel sorry for the humans, but she tried to save them.

It was for a simple reason. She was the apostle of the great gods. That was all.

“My ideology. The reason why you can’t sympathize with me... I understand.”

Her efforts to restore hell—she was weighed down by the huge responsibility she shouldered alone and endured it without getting frustrated. It wasn’t because she loved humans. The Specter simply understood and carried out God Yatan’s will. It was different from Grid.

Therefore, the Specter noticed at this moment what she hadn’t understood. She peeked at the myths that Grid had built up and realized it. All of Grid’s myths had a connection. Affection for someone was contained in it.

“What I lacked... was everything to you.”

What the Specter saw was the ‘future.’ Even if it meant sacrificing the present, she wanted to restore hell to make the world a better place. What Grid saw was the ‘present.’ He couldn’t tolerate sacrificing the present for the future. It wasn’t the difference between the wise and the foolish. It was just the difference between loving this world or not.

That’s right—the Specter’s macroscopic plan could be fulfilled because she was a solitary being.

“...There is no way I can persuade you.”

Grid wasn’t stupid. He was trying to change the present even though he knew it was difficult. It was to protect the things he loved, sincerely.

“Challenge the impossible. Is this... romance?”

The Specter was worn out after thousands of years of existence. Her heart had become harder than the deposited strata of the No Offspring Tomb, and she was different from other humans. She was never moved, no matter how strong the stimulus.

Just then, her heart trembled, even if it was very slightly.

Passion and romance—wouldn’t the current Grid be similar to when God Yatan declared that he would create a paradise for the dead? It was why such an absurd idea came to mind.

‘His skills are outstanding. Wouldn’t it be okay to entrust the fate of the world to him?’

One of the weights that were tightly bound to the Specter’s heart shook like it would come off. It was a weight with the same weight as the surface’s future.

‘Even if I don’t achieve my goal, won’t he solve it for me?’

Additionally, the pendulum with the weight of the future of hell started to shake. However, it never fell off. The weight of the responsibility she bore as the apostle of Yatan didn’t even waver.

‘...What a vain hope.’

The restoration of hell—the result was to pull humanity out of the pit of despair. The Specter’s only driving force had been maintained for many years. It might shake, but it didn’t collapse.

“Only One God Grid.”

The skeletal armor worn by the Specter was woven together from the bones of the human gods. It contained the myths of the human gods who were hunted by her and whose souls were trapped in the red flesh. In other words, it was a concept that didn’t disappear as long as the myth wasn’t extinguished.

The armor and mask, which were cut by the six fusion sword dance, the Falling Moon Sword, and the Undefeated King’s Swordsmanship, gradually recovered. The light hair and thin white garments that matched the Specter’s noble appearance disappeared again. The darkness that had retreated once again came back.

“...It is a pity.”

The reason why the Specter glimpsed hope from Grid for a moment and was shaken. It was because she noticed that Grid’s fanciful wish was far more correct than her own twisted ideology. It was a pity that she couldn’t pin her hopes on this absurd wish. The Specter couldn’t throw away the duty she bore, and her club contained a greater weight than before.

A buzzing sound was mixed with the flashing lightning around the club. The meteorites that previously fell from the Tomb of the Gods was turned to powder. The fragments of divinity that spread like frost started vibrating. Each one had a greater destructive power in terms of energy than Grid’s divine swords.

lay in destruction. It was because she was the apostle of God Yatan, who repeatedly

“......”

bother with any further conversations. It was because he was constantly being affected by the

it felt like he would

‘I can’t do that.’

She was an opponent with no

cleared his mind as much as possible and did his best with the intent to kill. His status was intact and

have suffered 91,100

divinity that destroyed the world

the head has activated the ‘Stealth’ effect

exchanged blows, Grid suffered a lot of damage. It was because the black lightning and divinity fragments spread by

was also covered in blood. Even an Absolute couldn’t easily handle the six fusion sword

divinity contained in Twilight steadily pierced the Specter’s black divinity and finally separated

‘She is so resilient.’

down. It was a law that an Absolute was only complete in their

ability is also

decreased. The Specter noticed that the reason for her authority being sealed

‘Still, it is fine.’

the ‘Dragon’s Blessing’

being hit has activated the ‘Dragon’s Blessing’ effect of the

This attack has a

Take away the enemy’s chance to

Life.’ It will

duration of the beneficial effects has

that reproduced Cranbel’s head—the pair of large horns on the helmet flashed red, green, blue, and gold, significantly increasing Grid’s combat endurance. Each symbol had tremendous value. In particular, the Symbol of Authority was the most effective in the current

Specter paused, as if she had been hit by Muller’s Heart Sword. Of course, the power was weaker than Muller’s Heart Sword. The duration went

“......”

of mental strength. Muller tried not to show it, but his heavy breathing showed that he had reached this point. The number of times he

I call just

the apostles. It was because their lives were finite. Of course, Braham was an exception, but he was very uncomfortable about calling Braham. What if Braham’s myth was stolen by the Specter? An uncontrollable situation would

needs to

He had an infinitely short life compared to other Absolutes. He was overcoming it with the strength of his relationships, but it was still regrettable. If he had lived

for a long time, which couldn’t be compared to before. It was in

sixth chance. The probability of triggering Ultimate Martial Art wasn’t bad. It kept giving

do it. I can do

the ultimate technique on the stunned Specter. The

“Grid!”

“Oppa!”

who had been helping Grid recover by using the Red Phoenix Bow and Heal while blocking the enemy’s advance, let

“...Huh?”

On

hiding

big calf-like eyes had somehow lost their light. Grid felt a certain sticky touch and

was a

the Specter was cut by Grid’s sword, the dark divinity that slashed Grid ended up slashing Muller’s chest as well. In fact, it was correct to say that Muller jumped in. It was so that Grid didn’t

can see, I won’t be able to hold out for a long

legend who got a five second grace period spoke with his back to

the rest, so leave with your

the Overgeared team as equal to himself. Muller was quietly holding an old iron sword, not the dragon weapon, in his hand as he quietly took a stance. It was because he sensed the

to kill you... no. Leave. This is the end

the feeling of persuasion. She was prepared