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.

the future me, he

ultimate 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 would’ve destroyed the

Baal

eyes darkened rapidly as he noticed

at the same 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 Grid’s mind one after

“No...”

watched the situation from

Squeak squeak!

The mouse leaned against the wall and sighed as

can’t beat this.

time. Even so, Baal’s power came as quite a shock to him. He was overwhelmed with a

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

again? Bunhelier thought that Grid would be finished like this. He thought it would make Grid give up

became

on his face. The will in his eyes was too intense for him to pretend to be calm.

was nothing. He was a substandard human being who only watched and envied people who studied and worked normally. Yet he had

[......?]

He showed signs of anxiety that went beyond the level of confusion. It wasn’t because he was intimidated by Grid’s unexpected attitude. It was because the future him

[...This damn guy?!]

scene popped into Baal’s mind. It was a scene of his future self sitting atop Rebecca’s

[...Two is enough.]

gritted his teeth and glanced at his past

was alone without any dragons—it was a signal to attack and kill this guy who had consumed many things throughout the battle and

[......]

He disappeared into the landscape of vegetation. It was natural for him to not cooperate. The Baal of the past was still pure. It was a time when he

Tick.

pocket watch stopped. The landscape also returned

“You betray even yourself.”

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

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

couldn’t contain it and let out a

concept he had been

It was a

Baal wasn’t an object 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 returned to his original form, only to be

couldn’t 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 sword dance. The fists he swung viciously and the rays of magic

effect of the Fire Dragon’s Armor couldn’t cope with the shock and it was gradually exceeding the

‘Endure. Endure it.’

enemy territory. There were variables such as Asura and

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

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

was starting to realize

At this moment—

Liege...! Lord Baal!

came

out sticky bodily fluids toward Grid,

‘This idiot...!’

so many signals from his artificial senses that it was difficult to respond to all of them. It

at

to be on the verge of exploding. Eventually, a gap was

time, so please leave this place...! You need to regain your initial form!” Chepardea

who had been toyed with and killed by Baal tens of thousands of times was loyal to Baal

[Chepardea...]

glimpsed hope thanks to this and he gave Chepardea a look of

was smaller than a speck of dust compared to Baal, but he stood with his arms outstretched as if to

Grid...! I won’t let

when Grid was about to

grabbed Chepardea’s chubby body, and lifted

up and reached Baal’s face

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

tears in his eyes. He was moved by Baal’s unwillingness to turn away from

Baal grinned at him.

laugh every time because of

“...Haha? I-I’m glad...”

increased the strength of his fingers

foolish henchman of Yatan. I truly like you, who has been betrayed and killed tens of thousands of times, but still entertains