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.

so great. It was more likely to harm

Demon—the source of all evil that had distorted and usurped

“......”

focused his sight on the gradually approaching figure of Baal, he visualized the battle that would soon ensue.He abandoned the arrogance that he was the only protagonist of this world and the illusion that only he had prepared for this

the world

look. It is right to be desperate against me.” Baal’s voice rang out. The smile that spread across his face represented

steps in one go and arrived in front of Grid. It wasn’t until Grid’s body flew far away that an explosion rang

Bunhelier snorted. He was trying to understand the seriousness of the

had seen it just now with the eyes of a dragon—it was the purple body part that rose like an illusion in line with Baal’s movements. It resembled Asura’s head that was decorating the gate. It meant that Baal had

“......”

body and turned into a handsome man with black hair. It was an act to move stealthily. Meanwhile, Grid was in the midst of his sword dance, Pinnacle.

‘It is crazy.’

swallowed back the curse words 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

of your skin

Natural Order. Grid had intended to slash Baal

wrists fully bore the destructive power of Defying the Natural Order and were intact. It was the aftermath of the purple body part emerging like an

was lost to a large extent in the process of penetrating the demonic energy used

were going to make a true Evil God

the impolite ‘you’—it was evidence that Grid had lost his cool. Even during the brief moment when

borrowed it

There was no reason why the main body 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 and Grid’s bleeding body flew hundreds of meters away. It was close to the ceiling of the great hall, which had already

chased after him and unleashed dozens of strikes. With the flair of a martial artist who had been training all his life, he repeatedly hit,

as he was slammed into the ground face first from

his ankle was in Grid’s hands. The grip was

been suitable even if someone called him a God

crumpled even more. He noticed that Grid’s

you. You

true thoughts. In any case, the cameras of the broadcasting stations were far away.

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, just like

a man who moved in defiance of physical laws,

his nails that were broken after several collisions by regenerating

between Absolutes, but the battle between Grid and Baal wasn’t properly established. The moment they allowed

it was different

to withstand the overwhelming attack of their opponents. It meant they could

excited Baal glared at Grid like he was going to

bastard who easily hurt others. He was grateful for

think others will be like you? Life is precious to

life is worthless. What is the point of a life that only reaches death? I would rather die

sword dance and six

“......!”

the rushing blade scattered