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.

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

“......”

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

rate, it felt like he would

‘I can’t do that.’

opponent with no answer if she

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

have suffered

that

activated the

a lot of damage. It was because the black lightning and divinity fragments spread by the Specter’s clubs were basically judged as wide-area attacks. Great damage occurred

also covered in blood. Even an

steadily pierced the Specter’s black divinity and

‘She is so resilient.’

knock her down. It was a law that an Absolute was only complete in their own realm. The Specter’s resilience easily exceeded that of Zeratul’s party

ability

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

‘Still, it is fine.’

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

activated the ‘Dragon’s Blessing’ effect of the Cloaked Dragon

Strength.’ This attack has a

‘Symbol of Authority.’ Take away the enemy’s chance to attack

Life.’ It will absorb the next damage

a ‘Symbol of Eternity.’ The duration of the

the helmet flashed red, green, blue, and gold, significantly increasing Grid’s combat endurance. Each symbol had tremendous value. In particular,

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 went down to 0.001 seconds because

“......”

a great deal 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

just Braham? No,

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

to

made Grid nervous. 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 a long time like

actions stopped. She was stiff for a long time, which couldn’t

to Grid’s wishes, Ultimate Martial Art occurred. This was his sixth chance. The probability of triggering Ultimate Martial Art wasn’t bad. It kept giving

do it. I

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

“Grid!”

“Oppa!”

using the Red

“...Huh?”

body were separated. On

were hiding a trump

in his arms before he knew it, but his big calf-like eyes had somehow lost their light. Grid felt a certain

was a little

Grid ended up slashing Muller’s chest as well. In

be able to hold out for a long

got a five second grace period spoke with his

responsible for the

was quietly holding an old iron sword, not the dragon weapon, in his hand

Leave. This is the end of our

of persuasion. She was prepared to let Grid and