Overgeared

Chapter 1787

“Goddess of Light, Rebecca! While you are asleep, your faithful servant is being subjected to all types of insults!!”

The Prison of Eternity—it was the final destination for sinful gods. Even gods who were close to omnipotent, like Zeratul, were unable to escape from this place on their own. In the first place, it was a prison created to imprison the gods. The environment itself counteracted the gods.

“Hurry and wake up to rescue me and defend your authority and honor! I, Martial God Zeratul, the one who will protect Asgard from the wicked who are running wild while you are away. Use me as your sword and wield me!”

Martial God Zeratul was realizing that his power and authority were weakening in real time. The longer he spent in prison, the more he fell into an endless sense of loss. Thus, he was shouting to hide his shame.

Please save me.

“...Hexetia, how can you be okay?”

The blacksmithing god, Hexetia—he had already been trapped here ‘for many years,’ but he was different from Zeratul. He was meditating calmly and was unfazed despite being in prison for a long time. It was a state where his mental training reached the limit.

The old angel had great respect for Hexetia. He was a blacksmith, so he was fascinated by the God of Blacksmiths. It wasn’t only this simple reason.

The Prison of Eternity—it was a very strange and scary space for the old angel to experience.

Time stretched out like a piece of taffy. At first, one second seemed like a minute. Now one second felt like a day. In fact, it had been a long time since he started to confuse the units of time. It was just that one moment always stretched out for a long time.

Hexetia was trapped here first, so one second could seem like a year. Nevertheless, he was always calm. In this eternal space where nothing existed and it was simply dark, he firmed up his mind without relying on any external force.

“You are truly amazing.”

Hexetia’s half-open eyes shone in the darkness. It was the aftermath of the blue and red flames on both his nipples reflecting on his pupils. The tired face of the old angel was projected in those eyes.

“I heard you have regained your memories of your human days. You must be infinitely close to a human being right now. How are you keeping your sanity?”

An angel who regained his memories—he was no different from a human being. Regardless of his appearance, he thought like a human. Human beings were weak beings who couldn’t stand being trapped for less than 100 years, let alone when discussing eternity. There was no capacity to withstand the infinitely increasing flow of time. However, the old angel endured it.

“That...”

A smile gradually spread across the angel’s haggard face.

“It seems to be because I have a lot to remember.”

Of course, there were many sad and painful memories among the memories he recovered. However, there were many more joyful, happy, and gratifying memories. They were memories mostly acquired in his later years. At the center of his memories was always a young man named Grid. He was a benefactor, a friend, and a family member.

“Is that so...?”

Hexetia’s mind became complicated after reading the sincerity contained in Khan’s expression. It was because it wasn’t very good to stay here for a long time with a sane mind in the Prison of Eternity. It meant he would feel a more vivid pain for a long time. It was hard to handle with the human mind. It might be better to let go like Zeratul.

‘It isn’t a matter for me to talk about.’

Happy memories? There was nothing specifically for Hexetia. He was born as a god and took many things for granted, so he didn’t know the standard of happiness. Thus, he couldn’t arbitrarily judge the position of the old angel. In the first place, Hexetia had little leeway. He had to focus on himself.

The memory of trying to harm humanity because he was blinded by jealousy—he maintained his sanity by recalling and reflecting on his mistakes, which was considered one of the greatest sins of all ages.

“Angel over there.”

“Yes, Martial God.”

“Do you really believe in Hexetia? Cut it out. He won’t forgive you for filling his vacancy in his absence. It is ridiculous to see how you are being fooled without knowing when a dagger will suddenly be stuck in your back.” Zeratul abruptly interrupted. It was simple sarcasm, but the old angel didn’t know Zeratul’s personality very well.

truly have a wonderful personality worthy of being the Martial God worshiped by everyone.

“......”

like he was a madman. Then he glanced back at the unresponsive Hexetia and

know you are listening to me! Please send me a

Zeratul’s shadow was only dimly visible due to no light coming in and it resembled an old man, not the Martial God. In the

in the prison that made it difficult to tell whether it

***

-What should we do?

was a position where they couldn’t get their hands on it. Grid pondered whether he should bring up the story of the Master Key. He

before Grid could tell the

“......”

of keys from Raphael’s waist. It was an incredible sight when seeing it with his own eyes. Originally, the senses of an Absolute were something that

that Raphael

ability on the surface, but

had also

the keys from such a being without

Refractive Dragon has a higher concept than

of thousands of years, received a direct hit. It might also be a treasure left by a Refractive Dragon born in a world that was

I have consumed one, I have to take at least

A decision was needed.

in the road, the Great Robber handed Grid a key.

and then steal God Hexetia, but as you

item that disappeared from his hands. This meant that sooner or later, an army

we both get what we want. If a crisis comes in the process, fight with all your

-I understand.

than when moving with the Great Robber. He was able to use Shunpo continuously. There was no need to worry about hiding as long as

possible to avoid the end of the world. It meant the wearer wasn’t designated as

‘Over here.’

dozens of constellations of the universe passed by in Grid’s field of view that Grid reached his destination.

inside he went, the more there was a darkness that didn’t match Asgard. At the end of it stood a tall and old iron

they did him a favor. Of course, he wasn’t shaken by these emotions. He took a deep breath and calmly approached the iron door. Then he took out the key and put it in the

have entered the Prison of

is a player’s

activated as a

[Asgard Map]

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of heaven can be

to have

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that was once unimaginable—the reunion where they could discuss the ‘later days’ only after becoming a god and

Step.

Grid barely held back the thumping of his heart and stepped

Then there was a voice that caused him to frown. It was clearly different from the voice that Grid

“Zeratul...”

the one to

the scale was hard to

Zeratul, who slowly approached while his body

assassin

looked very shocked. The airflow in

you...? Ohu, now I am sure. The shadow behind all the

octopus. It was a tremendous energy that Grid had only experienced once. It was similar to when Fire Dragon Trauka released his