Overgeared

“No, XX what? Wasn’t it over?”

It was a very long and fierce battle. The battle of the hell expedition was so brutal that even those sitting comfortably in front of the TV to watch it were exhausted.

Could they really win? Baal was so strong that this question was repeated until the last moment.

People weren’t at ease for even a moment. In particular, the more they supported Grid, the more they suffered from anxiety. Finally, a number of people complained that their hearts were hurting.

It had been a while since then. It was barely finished. Baal’s death marked the victory of the expedition. As usual, it was a victory won by Grid.

People cheered in unison. Toasts were heard all over the world.

Now let’s take a break. Grid should take a break as well...

Just as people were sighing in relief that it was over and feeling a sense of exhaustion, something unexpected happened. An incident occurred. Suddenly, the broadcast was cut off and there was a new world message that said ‘A new Evil God, Asura, has been born.’ Of course, most people were logged out. However, breaking news poured in and spread the contents of the world message.

An Evil God. By all accounts, it was the beginning of a new ordeal. All the people who were already exhausted shook their heads. Most of all, they were worried about Grid.

A break—Grid must be the one most eager for it. However, he couldn’t get a break and got caught up in a new incident...

“It is right after he defeated Baal. It will be tough even if it is Grid.”

“I’m worried about the other Overgeared members. Hasn’t everyone been fighting demons the whole time Grid was fighting Baal? They have a different position from Grid, so they would’ve been exhausted from the start.”

The timing was so bad. Why was a new Evil God born at this time? There was a sense of blatant malice. It wasn’t through chance but necessity. In other words, there was a high probability that the situation was deliberately designed by someone. Of course, that someone was Baal.

“That sick bastard...”

The worst enemy was one that grabbed at their ankles, even in death. It was like Grid and the expedition team had stepped on shit.

Something went wrong. Maybe they would lose a lot...

It was the moment when everyone was worried.

[Beriache might just be a soul body, but she has taken on the power of Baal and Amoract. She is currently one of the few beings in hell who can stand up to me, but she has disappeared. Even though she wouldn’t like to see a piece of stone claiming to be the god of hell in her father’s place.]

Purple lips that shone as if they had been painted thickly—Asura’s mouth continued to speak and irritated Grid’s nerves. It was an attitude that shook the concentration of the mentally exhausted Grid.

‘It isn’t a situation to care about Beriache right now.’

Come to think of it, why didn’t Beriache come after him?

Grid struggled to suppress the questions that naturally rose.

First, he considered her position. She said she couldn’t die. The moment her soul body was destroyed, Beriache would be reduced to the same state as Baal and Amoract. She would be sacrificed to Asura. That much had to be stopped.

The power of 10,000 beings. In theory, Beriache’s power had the greatest potential. There was a high probability that there would be no answer the moment the being in front of him, who had been reborn as an evil god according to Baal’s wishes, got his hands on Beriache.

[You are so wary of me. I am... if I had to make an analogy, I am like a newborn baby. I haven’t harmed anyone, let alone you. What is the point of being hostile to me like this? Why don’t you ignore me and just take a break?]

That’s right. Grid was strangely convinced by Asura’s words.

[The Sword God Biban that you are worried about is still safe. It was only a collision that happened because he got in my way. I don’t have any ill feelings towards him.]

“……”

Grid’s tension, which had remained tight since entering hell, loosened for a moment.

The words that Asura whispered made it that way.

[My purpose is to destroy the red flesh. It is the core that existed since the beginning of time that fulfills the wish of its user and is the culprit behind the distortion of hell created by Baal. The distortion of hell will be lifted the moment I destroy it. That is probably your wish as well. We should form the right relationship and work together.]

“......”

has risen by

to knock down Baal. Leave the rest to me and rest well. However, don’t forget to be wary of

has risen

has decreased by

“......!”

his senses as he continued to advance through a series of Shunpo. It was because he felt a sense of strangeness through the favorability system that worked

“Is it Amoract’s power?”

in Baal’s shadows while looking for an opportunity and was killed by Grid after failing to make

was just being

grinned. The body that was facing Biban

worse than Baal, at least.

on Grid’s

polymorphed again when he sensed the signs of Amoract opening the warp gate. Now the guy hiding in Grid’s cloak

evil has produced the worst evil. Indeed, it is troublesome in many ways

are you going to

There is

“......”

then Asura. From Bunhelier’s point of view, they were all threatening existences. As he said, it was better

that he looks like

his senses are shared

was just to ‘secure vision,’ it was originally an impossible thing. As Bunhelier guessed, all of Asura’s body parts seemed

shared, their eyes are in a completely different place. In a situation where the eyes are looking at a completely different place from here, how can the mouth freely

Squeak. No, it must

end, it all boiled down to one thing: Asura’s ability was extraordinary. It was an Evil God made by the offering of Baal, a child of one of the Gods of the Beginning, and the main culprit of distorting hell. It would’ve

better be

watching from the sidelines in real time

is a real

realized the seriousness of the situation thanks to this. It was right after defeating the biggest enemy. The desire to rest was

matter whether it was novels, a cartoon, a game, or a movie—it was a

souls and saved the twisted fate of the surface.

to hear that a new Evil God was born as soon as Baal died, while the enemy in front of them was unharmed? His colleagues had been fighting with one mind

at this moment,” Bunhelier said with a sigh.

It was pathetic.

only to suddenly shut his mouth. It was the aftermath of remembering his battle

never would’ve taken down if he hadn’t cooperated with Grid—throughout the fight against him, Bunhelier had thought that Grid was strong. He had relied on Grid. Looking back

his ‘purpose’ could be achieved as a result of the

the end, wasn’t

also get

on each other. It was at a time when Bunhelier had a question

you don’t betray

had been ignoring the mutterings of Bunhelier, who was on his shoulder,

to

they were colleagues. They relied on each other so much that he thought it was a

“...Kukuk.”

ridiculous and hid back inside Grid’s cloak. Immediately afterward, Grid landed on the ground. It

“Grid!”

“You’re here...!”

of the masked angels couldn’t be read. What they had in common was that they were blocking the

after arriving just

going to fight

Step.

was heard. The mouth, which had been floating alone, regained his

impression of being ‘smooth.’ It felt like seeing a work of art with a purple sheen flowing over his sleek, muscular body. He was

two meters tall—the Absolute, who had obtained the title of god in a human

to use this as an

was still alive. Then he released his grip on Biban’s hair

that is distorting hell. Your purpose

of red flesh—Asura insisted that he intended on

Grid’s thoughts were different.