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!

was a light only aimed at Grid, but it was so bright that all

the Natural Order. He glared at the being who had dropped

“”Overgeared God Grid.””

so far. They had a beautiful body and face, but also an angular face and large body. They were spreading 18 pairs of wings

glance that Metatron had a total of 36

a state of complete liberation.

have the desire to antagonize the surface.

“......”

knew about the tower and was on guard toward it. It meant that the tower raised by Eat Spicy Jokbal did

Grid. As you know, human beings are grateful to most gods. The same is true even though you now have a virtual monopoly on all human worship. Most gods are valuable only when remembered and talked about

who were grateful just for being

was clear. They were

will harm humans. Quit provoking and antagonizing Asgard. It is just a matter

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

still, you will hit the

and Asgard didn’t intervene with each other, there would eventually be a god who would be forgotten. Asgard was at a one-sided disadvantage. The forgotten gods would become nervous and it wasn’t known

inner thoughts and shook

and are bound to feel despair in their lives. They will inevitably have a tendency to lean on something. The gods can survive simply by whispering a small oracle to them

words, is it right for humans to despair? I can see why you helped the demons when they invaded rather than helping

are making too much of a leap. But I

tilted their head and pondered on Grid’s words. Then

“”It is physiology.””

“What?”

like the logic of nature. There is no reason

have a knack for making words

thing you

But Grid didn’t do a sword dance

‘Angel of Contract’ usually had their arms, legs,

wasn’t known what type of strong contract they signed, but they were in perfect condition. In fact, they easily

Strong...

with Metatron in the middle of a city where so many people

was what they were

the time when Grid’s expression distorted, 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

means to protect the

been eating together

his colleagues’ skills and could predict how they would use the current situation and terrain to protect the people. It meant he could trust in them and

wasn’t perfect at that

descended with a red glow in his eyes and emitted powerful waves from the magic

you have for Asgard

Metatron warned.

settled in any form as long as

be careful of Chiyou. Of course, Grid let it enter one ear 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.”

had built barriers at every

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

Step.

the moment when Grid’s steps were sublimated

“”It is too late.””

Metatron frowned.

Grid also stopped moving.

to the same

referred to

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