Overgeared

Haster—he was considered the greatest professional gamer in the era before virtual reality was commercialized. His life had been likened to a roller coaster. It was so curved.

Evaluations before and after the launch of Satisfy were sharply divided. He was even on the verge of becoming the epitome of degeneration. His failure to live up to people’s expectations and his failure to perform in Satisfy led to a constant downward trend.

This was before he joined the Overgeared Guild. After becoming a member of the Overgeared Guild, Haster’s evaluation rose again. The public finally concluded that the great gamer was perfectly revived. This was how great his performance was. In particular, the image of him sweeping away the broken guardians protecting the city of the ancient giants with just Hurent was strongly imprinted in the public’s mind.

Once asked by reporters about how he adapted to virtual reality and regained his second heyday, he said, “It is thanks to Grid helping me train.” His personality was very humble and he established himself as a representative likable character.

Haster himself was realizing his popularity. He was careful not to disappoint those who admired him again.

The same was true now. Haster’s words were extremely cautious at a scene where there were many witnesses. He coordinated his facial expressions and speech like the actor in ancient drama.

“I finally found him.”

The blind swordsman, Cabelon—a transcendent who claimed to be the disciple of Sword Saint Muller, but went missing after Muller appeared. He was a suspicious figure in many ways. He was a target of vigilance. However, they couldn’t let him be hunted by Baal. Putting aside his suspicion, they had to secure his personal safety.

Haster had been authorized to operate 100 assassins from the Overgeared Shadows and he was desperately tracking down Cabelon’s whereabouts for the past fortnight. At this moment, he finally faced Cabelon.

Buzz buzz.

A restaurant in the center of a marine city—people were agitated by the appearance of a superstar.

“It isn’t an exaggeration to say that there is no place where the eyes and ears of the empire don’t reach in the continent. It is safe to say that the entire empire is acting like a living and breathing dragon,” the blind man at the table said casually as he ate.

Despite having his eyes covered by thick bandages, he was able to identify the location of the assassins around the restaurant in real time. The assassins of the Overgeared Shadows were holding their breath in the direction his eyes, covered by bandages, were facing. The assassins felt as if they had made eye contact and were somewhat nervous.

Haster immediately got to the point. “I will take you to Reinhardt. It is purely for your safety, so please don’t misunderstand and cooperate.”

“Safety? Was it because of this?”

Cabelon smirked as he pulled something out and threw it. It was a piece of purple fabric. No, it was leather. It gave off a terrible stench.

“This is skin obtained by cutting Baal. The 1st Great Demon was nothing special.”

“It was just a fragment. The Baal who appeared on the surface was nothing more than a fake body overlaid with a fragment of his ego as a soul. It is very weak unlike the main body.”

“In any case, he is forced to send such a trivial alter ego up. Isn’t that what you mean? I am someone who can take care of myself, so get lost.”

“Muller said that he wanted to meet you.”

“......”

Cabelon, who had been talking proudly, closed his mouth. They couldn’t read his expression because half his face, including his eyes, were wrapped in bandages. But at the very least, he didn’t seem calm.

“He said he didn’t know a blind swordsman or someone called Cabelon.”

Shadows was maintained as scheduled, what passive skills should be activated to signal special situations, if the quantity of potions was sufficient, etc. He predicted that Cabelon would go on a rampage

of the honor he had regained, or for the

“Hmm...”

blind swordsman who had disappeared when Muller returned alive suddenly

very

the ground, the noise of the dining table, and even the chirping of birds outside the windows—he noticed that Haster was responding to

to go out immediately in the direction where you heard the sound... are you

“......”

possible. I clearly remember what your stride was like when you came in here. What? Are you a pervert pretending to be

mischievously.

the dining room split in half, just like his mouth that opened to reveal white teeth. It was the result of Cabelon’s sword drawing technique. Faint groans could be heard from everywhere beyond

sound of the assassins of the Overgeared Shadows, who were trying not

"Kyaaaaack!"

of the citizens unrelated to this situation followed with a slight time lag. Many people were surprised to see the

you could evacuate the citizens,” Haster requested of the players

“Ah... Yes!”

all moved at Haster’s request. Haster was weighed down by the reputation of the Overgeared Guild that he carried on his back, but they had

When I left for the East Continent, the Saharan Empire used to be considered the strongest nation of all time, but the gap is too

hiding at an invisible angle. He even hit those hidden in cover tens to hundreds of

Haster was to fight a monster like this, Haster was going

person—Haster himself thought

a battle of

of the assassins through their breathing. It was enormous considering the fact that the breathing of the assassins was so low that ordinary people couldn’t even perceive it right in front of them.

before the battle was because he could also sense the assassins’ breathing. The reason why Haster was still worshiped as a legend in the FPS world was because he used sound to

transcendence and had a physical body beyond human limits. His hearing wasn’t

“......”

“......”

each other among those fleeing in panic—without any hasty movements, their hands clung to their swords as they

How much time passed?

Clang!

the slanted ceiling, fell to the

focused on the noise. It was while dancing the Wind Dance. It was one of the Red Sage’s skills that allowed him to freely control his own and other’s mana and use them in various ways. A wind that was indistinguishable from natural wind manifested using Cabelon’s mana, not Haster’s, as a

Haster’s footsteps became silent.

A gentle wind blew.

assassins watching the situation from outside admired it and thought it resembled Faker’s assassination

“......”

grew rapidly. Haster, who had stopped breathing, easily put Cabelon within his attack range. The dragon weapon held in his sinewy hand was inserted into Cabelon’s shoulder.

Just then—

should’ve aimed for the

voice rang out. The weak wind created by Wind Dance loosened the bandages covering his face. Both eyes were exposed. There were dark black marks over his eyelids and they seemed to be wounds

‘Jewels?’

eyeballs? There

a single piece of paper. If only Haster had aimed