Overgeared

“...It is disappointing in many ways.”

Baal stared at Grid’s new sword—the sword that broke the curse chains—and rose up from his throne. Then he slowly stepped down the thousands of stairs from the high throne to the great hall one by one. His red eyes were fixed on Grid.

All types of status abnormalities overlapped and weighed down on Grid. It gave the sense that he was being targeted by all CC techniques present in Satisfy. Grid felt a huge sense of pressure. Putting aside resisting the status abnormalities, he was horrified and overwhelmed by the result of one of Baal’s ‘gazes.’

“Manipulating myths in real time to turn the flow to your advantage... It is the attitude of a lowly cheater. Isn’t it the same as before?”

With every step he took down the stairs, the demonic energy emitted from Baal’s entire body thickened. The vast hall that contained even Bunhelier’s huge body started to shake.

“Speaking of which, it seems you are relying on Bunhelier and the dragon weapon just as before. You haven’t improved at all.”

‘Is there a Xing trash game like this?’

Grid’s heart sank.

The decent manner of speaking.

The low, solemn voice.

The appearance that overwhelmed everything.

Baal’s appearance was different from before. He didn’t just enjoy the situation and wield force. Instead, he acted with a certain intention.

The intention? It was obvious. Baal was also conscious of the epic. He maintained his posture so that the epic didn’t dare to mock him. He didn’t want people to be ‘surprisingly’ afraid of him, so he arranged his words and actions so they were ‘forced to be afraid.’

It had an effect. People’s fears deepened again. The epic had stagnated because it couldn’t disparage Baal and worship Grid.

‘It is seriously a trash game.’

Grid continued to inwardly swear. He had expected that Baal would be much stronger than before. However, he had never imagined that Baal would’ve evolved to the level of using the system—the epic. He might be a super named boss, but wasn’t this infringing on a user’s rights at this point?

‘...Ah.’ Something flashed in Grid’s mind. It was the past Rebecca, who gave divine messages and blessings to himself and some players.

Hanul of the Hwan Kingdom, who singled out the desired group and distributed a large-scale quest.

Chiyou, the Only One God who greatly increased his abilities under the pretext of ‘potential.’

That’s right. The Absolutes were already using the system from the very beginning. They moved people and the world as they intended. It was just so obvious that he hadn’t noticed it. Conversely, players had also intervened in the system by creating quests on their own. The epic was the ultimate power.

‘The right to move the world doesn’t just belong to me.’

The world that used to move around Grid stopped. The epic was still silent. It finished describing Baal’s appearance and watched the situation in silence. It knew this wouldn’t help Grid, but it couldn’t help it.

It was more likely

and usurped hell. In

“......”

he focused his sight on the gradually approaching figure of Baal, he visualized the battle that would soon ensue.He abandoned the

the world of

against me.” Baal’s voice rang out. The smile that spread across his face represented

one so far, he jumped over thousands of steps in one go and arrived in front of Grid. It wasn’t until Grid’s

trying to understand the seriousness of the situation and to keep

line with Baal’s movements. It resembled Asura’s head that was decorating the gate. It meant that Baal had transplanted Asura’s

“......”

a handsome man with black hair. It was an act to move stealthily. Meanwhile, Grid was in the midst of

‘It is crazy.’

that almost popped out of his mouth. Having just been ambushed by Baal, he knew that this battle would be harder than expected. He was embarrassed to think that Baal

of

the Natural Order. Grid had intended to slash Baal to death when blocking Baal’s shoulder with Defying the Natural Order or

the Natural Order and were intact. It was the aftermath of the purple body part emerging like an illusion and suppressing the power of Grid’s sword energy and Conditional

Natural Order was lost to a large extent in the process of penetrating the demonic energy used as a self-defense power. As a result, Baal’s hard skin easily handled the remaining

said you were going to make a true Evil God different from Yatan and then

Even during the brief moment when he spoke, he was tense and too busy observing Baal’s every movement

I only borrowed it

couldn’t handle Asura. It was only natural for him to handle it in a better manner. Then Baal’s straight kick hit Grid in the jaw. The absolute defense that was activated was broken

With the flair of a martial artist who had been training all his life, he repeatedly hit, cut, grabbed, and threw Grid’s entire

Grid groaned as he was slammed into the ground face first from hundreds of

it was a good look for Grid, only to frown. He noticed that his ankle was in Grid’s hands. The grip was

someone called him a

his expression crumpled even more. He noticed that

got you.

thing was that the epic was silent. Thanks to this, Grid felt relieved enough to express his true thoughts. In any case, the cameras of the broadcasting stations were far away.

a tremendous effect since it was affected by Grid’s stats. The fact that Baal’s form resembled a human also had a great influence. The super named boss who originally should’ve resisted the CC was overturned. He fell to the ground face first,

befitting of a man who

after several collisions by regenerating them. “It is fun. As expected, it is good to

properly established. The moment they allowed each other’s ultimate attacks, it would

was

were durable enough to withstand the overwhelming attack of their opponents. It meant they could enjoy

Baal glared at Grid

disgusting. A demon bastard who easily hurt others. He was

be like

life is worthless. What is the point of a life that only reaches death? I would rather die quickly and fall to hell. It is only when you come here that you can find

use the five fusion sword dance and six fusion sword dance. The

“......!”

on the rushing blade scattered every time it approached Asura’s body,