Overgeared

Baal was different from the Absolutes of heaven. He couldn’t transcend the concept of time and was bound to it. It was because he became stronger as time passed.

Baal was aware that the current him wasn’t perfect. This wasn’t meant in a negative way. He was constantly evolving. He might not be perfect now, but he had the certainty that he could reach the peak one day. The more that jealousy and suspicion sprouted on the surface and the more that quarrels and wars were repeated, the more Baal was completed...

So there was always room for relaxation. It was to the extent that he accepted it easily even when he was first killed by Grid. He thought it would be different next time.

Then what about today’s outcome? Grid’s growth rate exceeded Baal’s predictions. This was even though his prediction accounted for Grid’s explosive growth. He even grew stronger in real time while fighting Baal. It seemed to have a superior advantage over Baal and made Baal’s strengths meaningless.

‘It is because the Old Dragons helped.’

Fire Dragon Trauka—everything went awry from the moment he gave an arm to Grid. A certain emotion started to boil deep in Baal’s heart as he analyzed the cause.

It was anger.

Wrath.

It was an emotion that was only felt by insignificant beings who couldn’t solve things as they wished. It didn’t suit the king of hell, who had ridiculed countless fates and manipulated them to his liking.

[...Kukuk.]

It was while being trampled on his chest and repeatedly cut by Grid—Baal realized that he had lost his composure from the start.

‘It was a defeat.’

The data of the dragon weapons and armor brought to him by his clones—ever since he was defeated by Grid’s swords and armor, which far exceeded their power, he grew impatient and this made him reach this point. Like an insignificant being...

He didn’t deserve to win.

The gray ash symbolizing death—Baal remained silent even as the souls he accumulated for a long time were escaping from his body. He didn’t bother trying to hold onto them. He didn’t even let out a single breath as he stared at Grid swinging his sword. Then he spoke words with difficulty.

[I can’t… if I am alone.]

“......?’

It was a situation where the duration of Nefelina’s Transcendent Dragon had passed. The Dragon Knight’s effect was lifted. Grid, who was alone, had become impatient.

At this time, Baal’s meaningful words were enough to make him feel uneasy. An unidentified noise was heard. It was like the sound of a clock’s hour hand moving. The problem was that it came all of a sudden. He felt something special that was similar to Chiyou’s bell.

It was a portent. The ultimate of an Absolute.

Grid noticed and let out his stopped breath. He soared into the air and flew far away from Baal. It was to control the distance, but it was a pointless act. The ultimate move of an Absolute couldn’t be bound by the concept of distance.

Flash!

The identity of the noise was revealed. A pocket watch floated between Baal on the ground and the flying Grid. It was a watch decorated with bizarre patterns. The indicated unit of time was also far from common sense. The hour hand spun furiously.

The surrounding landscape changed accordingly. The desolate wilderness of hell changed to a plain with lush vegetation and the green earth became scorching red dozens of times a second. It was an incomprehensible change from Grid’s position. It was the landscape of hell’s past, present, and future.

‘I didn’t know I would use this power.’

The underlying cause of Baal’s anger was fear. It was a fear that rose from the judgment that he couldn’t win against Grid. He felt like he was going to lose everything. It clearly meant that he was on the defensive. This made him regain his original appearance, but it wasn’t enough to reverse the situation.

Therefore, he relied on this will. The power of his father, Yatan.

I hope you will embrace those who died and fell here with that big body, relieving their sorrow by crossing time and space with this watch...

It was a power that was received along with this nonsense. Baal didn’t want to rely on this disgusting power.

One day, Yatan suddenly turned into a mess. He died a humble death like the weak, and Baal buried him in the Abyss with great difficulty. He had intended for Yatan to be forgotten in hell, apart from a few neutral areas where Yatan’s will still remained. Amoract established the irreversible religion called the Yatan Church, so those on the surface were clearly aware of Yatan. However, that was just a situation on the surface.

Baal hoped that Yatan would be forgotten in hell. Of course, a God of the Beginning wouldn’t perish just because he was forgotten. In order for Baal to rule and reign over hell, Yatan shouldn’t be allowed to surface. That power that had been suppressed—

[Grid, you brought this on yourself.]

He took it out.

The earth shook. It was due to the steps of a giant who appeared from the continuously changing landscape. A giant walked out from the green plain. His identity was Baal. To be precise, it was Baal of the past. He had an infinitely gentle expression compared to the present day Baal.

[The me in the past.]

Stagger.

A distorted smile spread across Baal’s face as he barely raised his large body.

with the future me, he will slaughter you

self that even Baal couldn’t fathom. It was the future him, who would’ve become extremely strong every time humanity experienced fights, wars, and destruction. He probably

Baal waited for his

rapidly as he

time? It was a ridiculous power. It felt like the victory he thought he had barely won was getting further away. The words defeat and failure were etched into

“No...”

frustrated as she watched the

Squeak squeak!

had been looking for an opportunity, also sat down. The mouse leaned against the wall and sighed

beat this.

had existed since the beginning of time. Even so, Baal’s power came as quite a shock to him. He

preparations for the past few months

thought that Grid would be finished like this. He thought it would make Grid give up on his vain dream of purifying hell

became extremely

his face. The will in his eyes was too intense for him to pretend to be calm. “I’ve been through more trials than this. I can get

studied and worked normally. Yet he had reached this point.

[......?]

the level of confusion. It wasn’t because he was intimidated by Grid’s unexpected

[...This damn guy?!]

into Baal’s mind. It was a scene of his future self sitting atop Rebecca’s throne and laughing at

[...Two is enough.]

and glanced at

and kill this guy who had

[......]

a step back. He disappeared into the landscape of vegetation. It was natural for him to not

Tick.

stopped. The landscape

“You betray even yourself.”

dance were smoothly linked. It was a perfect embodiment of the ideals that Grid had envisioned.

[Kuek....! Kuaaaaaaack!!!]

out a scream. It was a scream of

he had been playing with all his life was

It was a

was the source of fear. In the beginning, Baal wasn’t an object of fear. It was all because he was afraid of Grid. In order to get

overcome death. Death really

he regained his original form by enduring without dying, even though he had already been hit several times by the six fusion

and the Shock Mitigation effect of the Fire Dragon’s Armor couldn’t cope with the shock

‘Endure. Endure it.’

variables such as Asura and Amoract remaining, so his

with his and Baal’s blood. He was actively using his artificial senses and using his

concept that he had only vaguely imagined through indirect experience was right in

was starting to realize death,

At this moment—

Liege...! Lord Baal!

came waddling toward

was the most loyal one among the loyalists. He spat out sticky bodily fluids toward Grid, who was in the air. He stretched out his long tongue and tried to somehow grab onto Grid’s

‘This idiot...!’

offense that struck in all directions. There were so many signals from his artificial senses that it

intruder at this time was

communicated all the directions it was flying in to Grid, causing Grid’s brain to be on the verge of exploding. Eventually, a gap was exposed. It allowed Baal to fight back. The one who was afraid to

You

and killed by Baal tens of thousands of times was loyal to

[Chepardea...]

this and he gave Chepardea a look

dust compared to Baal, but he stood with his arms outstretched as if to

I won’t let you take

was the moment when Grid was about

claws, grabbed Chepardea’s chubby body, and

Chepardea rose up and reached Baal’s face in

worry about me! Get rid of me and run away...!” he shouted while

was moved by Baal’s unwillingness to turn away from him in a moment of

Baal grinned at him.

every time because

“...Haha? I-I’m glad...”

balloon as he was responding without understanding what was going on. It was because Baal increased the strength of his fingers grabbing Chepardea’s belly. Chepardea’s face started to turn red from the

henchman of Yatan. I truly like you, who has been betrayed