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.

because she was the apostle of God Yatan, who repeatedly destroyed the world for

“......”

conversations. It was because he was constantly being affected by

felt like he would

‘I can’t do that.’

would be killed. She was an opponent

the intent to kill. His status was intact and he was almost equal with the Specter.

have suffered

of divinity that destroyed the world are

head has activated the

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

was also covered in blood. Even an Absolute couldn’t easily handle the six fusion sword dance, which he wielded successively

Specter’s black divinity and finally separated her armor

‘She is so resilient.’

he would be able to knock her down. It was a law that an Absolute was only complete in their own realm.

ability is

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

‘Still, it is fine.’

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

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

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

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

a ‘Symbol of Life.’ It will absorb the next

Eternity.’ The duration of

Grid’s combat endurance. Each symbol had tremendous value. In particular, the Symbol of Authority was the most effective

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 of the target. However, there

“......”

was willpower. Naturally, it consumed a great deal of mental strength. Muller tried not to show it, but his heavy breathing showed that he had reached this point. The

call just

were finite. Of course, Braham was an exception, but he was very uncomfortable about calling

needs to

to other Absolutes. He was overcoming it with the strength of

stopped. She was stiff for a long time, which couldn’t be compared to before.

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

it. I

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

“Grid!”

“Oppa!”

Ruby, who had been helping Grid recover by using the

“...Huh?”

it one step late—the fact that his upper body and lower body were separated. On the contrary, witnessing his legs staggering with his upside down vision was a truly

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. Grid felt a certain sticky touch and raised a hand to wipe his cheek. A large amount of blood had spilled. It was

a little while

divinity that slashed Grid ended up slashing Muller’s chest as well. In fact, it was correct to say that Muller jumped in. It

be able to hold out for a

who got a five second grace period spoke

responsible for the rest, so

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

no. Leave. This is the end of our

the feeling of persuasion. She was prepared to let Grid