Overgeared

“Martial God... it is the Martial God.”

The Martial God—it had a special meaning in Satisfy. It was a title granted to only one being, so the weight was enormous. However, at this moment...

The crowd gathered under the tower murmured ‘Martial God.’

The first day of the climb—it was while checking the ranking of Grid, who reached the 201st floor in just 15 hours. In the first place, Grid had a history of defeating the Martial God. Who else could they call the Martial God if not Grid?

“Cool! God Grid!”

“I’m always cheering for you!”

There were enthusiastic cheers for Grid as he emerged from the tower. People’s favorability for Grid was at an all-time high. Lately, even the Grid anti-fan cafes had been flooded with posts praising Grid.

‘That is enough for today.’

The Baal he met on the higher floors became stronger. In particular, the unit of his health gauge changed starting from the 100th floor. Unfortunately, he decided that it would be better to stop climbing today. He didn’t want to make Irene wait all night, and he couldn’t raise the ranking further just because he stayed up tonight.

Grid responded to people with a wave and checked the ranking list.

‘The level is different from 7th place onward.’

Yura, Jishuka, Chris, Katz, Haster, Hurent, and Kraugel—all seven of them had surpassed the 260th floor, and half of them had even surpassed the 300th floor. Their climbing speed was also getting faster every day. Despite how fast Grid’s climbing speed was, it wasn’t enough to catch up to them in just a day or two.

Of course, Grid thought the Overgeared members outside these seven were great as well. Take Peak Sword as a simple example. If someone asked Grid to raid King Daebyeol with the specs of Peak Sword, he would refpuse no matter what. It might be different if he kept climbing the tower and got enough buffs.

However, meeting King Daebyeol on the 10th floor, in his almost purely original state, it was difficult to guarantee the odds. Of course, he would succeed in the raid someday if he kept trying, but just imagining it made him sick. Taking 10 to 20 hours to gnaw away at an opponent who was overwhelmingly stronger than him, not allowing their attacks to hit—Grid would want to die.

In the first place, he didn’t want to do that, so he had been relying on the power of items.

Grid flew slowly toward the castle where Irene was waiting and his body and mind were infinitely lighter.

The time to relax—it was the greatest gift Grid had received in return for purifying hell. Until a few days ago, Grid had suffered from great anxiety every day and struggled to become stronger somehow. In fact, he was actually suffering every day. He couldn’t show it in front of others, but he often wondered how he had come to take on such responsibility and felt skeptical. But it was all over now.

The demons who disguised themselves as humans to deceive people and incite quarrels no longer existed. The king of demons, who reigned as the source of fear while restraining the souls of dead humans, also perished and left only the remnants of the demon sword.

A near-perfect peace had come. There were variables such as Asgard and the Hwan Kingdom, but he didn’t want to think about that for the time being.

In the first place, the gods were different from demons. They had too many things to lose to infiltrate the surface disguised as humans or to openly invade. They would lose their prestige and have their status damaged the moment they experienced one failure. They were passive because they knew they eventually wouldn’t be able to exist as gods.

‘Plus—’

The surface was the Overgeared World and the Overgeared World was another divine world. The penalties received by the celestial gods here were staggering. The proof was that neither Zeratul nor Dominion could do anything to Grid when he was much weaker than he was now. It was safe to say that there was little possibility of being invaded by the gods in any form.

"……!”

Grid was smiling in appreciation of being able to relax only to stop in the air. Hundreds of God Hands moved in unison. They spread shields over the heads of children rushing after the trail of divinity and led the market vendors to a safe place. It looked like they were preparing for war.

Thanks to this, the soldiers patrolling the streets immediately noticed the anomaly. They started following the God Hands and enforced the people’s evacuation.

The sound of horses being ridden was heard everywhere. It was the sound of knights rushing to the scene.

Despite the death of Baal, the purification of hell, and the return of peace, Reinhardt’s discipline was still as sharp as a blade. The talents that Lauel assigned to the right places responded quickly and organically to the situation.

“Focus on protecting human life.”

It happened the moment Grid gave an order to Sariel, who came to his side...

Flash!

sky. It was a light only aimed at Grid, but it was so bright

who had dropped

“”Overgeared God Grid.””

Metatron. They looked very different from the angels that people had imagined and witnessed so far. They had a beautiful body and face, but also an angular face and large body. They were spreading 18 pairs of wings to match their

at a glance that Metatron had a total of

a state of complete

Asgard’s target is Chiyou, and it doesn’t have the

“......”

It meant that the tower raised by Eat Spicy Jokbal did have the potential to reach Asgard. Grid felt both displeasure and joy,

are grateful to most gods. The same is true even though you now have a virtual monopoly on all

who were grateful just

Metatron’s attitude was clear. They were

that the celestial gods will harm humans. Quit provoking and antagonizing Asgard. It is just a

Metatron referred to resembled a beehive. There were no benefits if it was poked. Grid found it hard to relate

think if we stay still, you will hit

forgotten gods would become nervous and it wasn’t known what they would do. They could cause a disaster on the surface in order to imprint their existence onto

Grid’s inner thoughts

imperfect beings and are bound to feel despair in their lives. They will inevitably have a

other words, is it right for humans to despair? I can see

leap.

their head and pondered on Grid’s

“”It is physiology.””

“What?”

the logic of nature.

a knack for making words

one thing you

front of Grid, who stepped onto the surface without permission, was unpleasant in many ways. But Grid didn’t do a sword dance to stop Metatron from talking nonsense over and over again.

archangel—the so-called ‘Angel of Contract’ usually had

known what type of

Strong...

to deal with Metatron in the

what they were

additional assistance was arriving one after another. The soldiers and knights of the empire, as well as the apostles and Overgeared members, came from all directions. It was reassuring. It was different from the days when he didn’t like the support of

means

had been eating together

familiar with his colleagues’ skills and could predict how they would use the

perfect at that

emitted powerful waves from the magic power gathering in his hands, causing Metatron’s giant figure to vibrate slightly.

feelings you have for

Metatron warned.

can’t be settled in any form as long as you can’t do anything about Chiyou. No matter what,

and go out the other. Metatron was a mere minion of the gods, while Chiyou had shown favor to Grid. Out of

“That is your situation.”

Overgeared Guild had built barriers at every street corner. It was a chance to tear apart and

about it differently, this was a great fortune. One of the strongest forces of heaven, who would’ve been a great enemy if they met in Asgard, walked in

Step.

when Grid’s steps were sublimated into

“”It is too late.””

Metatron frowned.

Grid also stopped moving.

to the same

referred to

when did he? Grid was choked up by this series of nonsense, but he didn’t reply. To be more precise, he couldn’t open his mouth. He was under tremendous pressure. Something great