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.

essence of the Specter lay in destruction. It was because she was the apostle of

“......”

conversations. It was because he was constantly being affected by the Specter’s sad eyes. He gradually

rate, it felt like

‘I can’t do that.’

opponent with no answer if she

his mind as much as possible and did his best with the intent to kill. His status was intact and he was almost equal with the Specter. He responded to all of the Specter’s attacks with

have suffered 91,100

small remnants of divinity that

hit to the head has activated the ‘Stealth’ effect of Cloaked Dragon Cranbel’s

time they exchanged blows, Grid suffered a lot of damage. It was because the black lightning and divinity fragments spread by the Specter’s clubs were

was also covered in blood. Even an Absolute couldn’t

in Twilight steadily pierced the Specter’s black divinity and finally separated her armor from her body. There was

‘She is so resilient.’

only

ability is

and Blockade collided had noticeably decreased. The Specter noticed that the reason for her

‘Still, it is fine.’

Blessing’ effect

the ‘Dragon’s Blessing’ effect of the

a ‘Symbol of Strength.’ This attack has a ‘crushing’

a ‘Symbol of Authority.’ Take away the enemy’s

‘Symbol of Life.’ It

‘Symbol of Eternity.’ The duration of the beneficial

Grid’s combat endurance. Each symbol had tremendous value. In particular,

movement of the 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

“......”

strength. Muller tried not to show it, but his heavy breathing showed that he had

just

It was because their lives were finite. Of course, Braham was an exception, but he was very uncomfortable

needs to grow

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 a long time like them, he could’ve overwhelmed them

a long time, which couldn’t be compared to

sixth chance. The

it. I

the ultimate technique on the stunned Specter. The Specter’s health

“Grid!”

“Oppa!”

by using the Red Phoenix Bow and Heal while blocking the

“...Huh?”

separated. On the contrary, witnessing his legs staggering with his upside down vision was a truly

were hiding

gulping sound could be heard from close by. He was holding Grid in his arms before he knew it, but his big calf-like eyes had somehow lost their light.

was a little while

Muller’s chest as well. In fact, it was correct

able to hold out

grace period spoke with his

responsible for the rest,

respected his juniors and the members of 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 end. He

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

feeling of persuasion. She was prepared to let Grid and