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.

future me, he will

would’ve become extremely strong every time humanity experienced fights, wars, and destruction. He probably would’ve destroyed the Old

it, Baal waited for his

rapidly as

same time? It was a ridiculous power. It felt like the victory he

“No...”

watched the situation from

Squeak squeak!

opportunity, also sat down. The mouse

can’t beat this.

quite a shock to him. He was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness after discovering that

do? The preparations for the past few months and today’s

this. He thought it would make Grid give up on his vain dream of

became extremely

sign of despair on his face. The will in his eyes was too intense for him to pretend to

Yet he had

[......?]

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

[...This damn guy?!]

future self sitting atop Rebecca’s throne and laughing at his present self

[...Two is enough.]

gritted his teeth and

kill this guy who had consumed many things throughout

[......]

He looked at the present day Baal and took a step back. He disappeared into the landscape of vegetation. It was natural for him to not cooperate. The

Tick.

stopped. The landscape also returned to

“You betray even yourself.”

of the six fusion sword dance were smoothly linked. It was a perfect embodiment of the ideals that Grid had envisioned. The weak point hits and critical hits were applied to

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

it and let out a scream. It was

that the concept he had been playing with

It was

of fear. It was all because he was afraid of Grid. In order to get rid of Grid without fail, Baal needed more strength and

couldn’t overcome death. Death really

dying, even though he had already been hit several times by the six fusion sword dance. The fists he swung viciously

and the Shock Mitigation effect of the Fire Dragon’s Armor

‘Endure. Endure it.’

of enemy territory. There were variables such as Asura and Amoract remaining, so

Baal. He was focused, not once blinking his eyes stained red with his and Baal’s blood. He was actively using his artificial senses

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

starting to realize death,

At this moment—

Lord Baal!

bipedal toad came

toward Grid, who was in the air. He stretched out his long tongue and

‘This idiot...!’

struck in all directions. There were so many signals from his artificial senses that it was difficult to respond to all of them. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he was

at this time

be on the verge of exploding. Eventually, a gap was exposed. It allowed Baal to fight back. The one who was afraid to die and was being attacked non-stop was given a chance to

I will buy you some time, so please leave this place...! You need to

with and killed by Baal tens of thousands

[Chepardea...]

thanks to this and he gave Chepardea a

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

God Grid...! I won’t let you take a

when

Chepardea’s chubby body, and lifted

and reached Baal’s

rid of me and run away...!” he shouted while flailing his short

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

Baal grinned at him.

every time

“...Haha? I-I’m glad...”

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 unbearable pressure and this was starkly projected

betrayed and killed