Overgeared

At Asgard...

The only interest of the gods gathered in the great hall was Chiyou. This was until Zeratul, who was supposed to be in the Prison of Eternity, burst into the scene.

How did he escape from the prison? This time, it wasn’t Grid’s fault. Grid was facing Chiyou on the surface.

“Tell me.”

The gods summoned a certain angel and questioned him.

“Why did you open the lock?”

“By what authority did a mere angel use to set the prisoner free?”

The angel named by the gods as the culprit—he was particularly delicate and had a strange side to him. The halo above his head didn’t glow brightly, but changed colors from moment to moment. Every time the color changed, the energy it gave off also changed. So it was like one, but also many. He was silently dragged to be questioned by the gods and replied with a cocked head, “Magic is the power to give value to something that is worthless.”

That was it. It was as if this was enough of an answer. The angel said this and shut his mouth.

Some gods were making a fuss. They didn’t understand. There was even a god who shouted for the angel to answer properly.

‘It is sincere.’

It happened the moment when the angel was disappointed...

“My thoughts are also in agreement with you.”

Judar, who was silent in the corner as if he had no interest in the situation, suddenly spoke.

The God of Wisdom—he was one of the few beings who could read the heart of the arrogant angel.

“Well done.”

It was rare for Judar to give praise, and his congratulatory message silenced the crowd. The other gods could no longer hold the angel accountable.

***

A white beard that descended down to his abdomen and gray hair that waved like thunderbolts. Eyes that emitted a white light due to the pupils that blurred as the eyes rose. With his solid body and massive features, Zeratul’s appearance was overwhelming in many ways. It was the very image of the Martial God that people imagined. But now he was different.

Rattle rattle.

How heavy was it? Zeratul’s limbs were restrained with chains of unimaginable weight and he looked shabby compared to the past.

Nearly bushy hair and an uncombed beard. Crumpled, dusty clothes. He wasn’t even wearing a top and was half-naked. Above all, the shackles on his hands and feet showed how bad his condition was.

However, Zeratul’s expression was the same as in the past. He looked arrogant as if he was the only special one.

“You... how did you escape from prison?”

Grid was momentarily taken aback. He couldn’t understand the situation in front of him and asked a question. Had he escaped his prisoner status? That was what he thought at first, but it wasn’t the case.

Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at Grid. He answered while still glaring at

was a bluff. The truth was

archangel even though he was born a human—Zeratul had

of an act of taking out

with if he gained

Chiyou’s martial

that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

a starting posture. It was

the true Martial God

were sincere. Of course, he knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in

it by defeating him in the past when Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he had accumulated enough

It is definite.

I am now transcends the

you going to

Zeratul, who was muttering to himself without answering the question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul. It was because they built up quite a few ties.

them like slaves. He even had a history of trying to harm the people important to Grid, including Lord. However, he

Raphael more than Grid. He knew this, but... after all, wasn’t it

his sins. He was defeated by Grid in front of everyone watching and was reduced to the status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had long faded. Additionally, he was once

sunken mind and frowned.

using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique, but Zeratul was confident. It was because he knew the value of skills honed through effort. He learned

myself. You don’t need to feel emotional about

to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained

of Martial God against Martial God—it was a

members held their breath. However, Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the

difference in

Grid. They rightly predicted Zeratul’s defeat and the

Thump.

draw his sword. The simple movement of stepping on the ground with his feet suppressed Zeratul’s charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand movement, like when he previously spread out the veil, to grab Zeratul’s neck and slam him

that among Rebecca’s works, the ones somewhat worth acknowledging are this land, the

didn’t pay attention to Zeratul even at the last moment. He didn’t even look at Zeratul flinching in shock, and only looked

gave birth to you. Your existence

the end of

his grip on Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing bones brought silence

others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He carved the word despair

an angle. It was the aftermath of being pulled by the chains that wrapped around the blade

your own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’ as

Overgeared World—the dimensional constraints that had oppressed Zeratul from the time he descended to the surface had dissipated. It was just like when Grid met him in the Prison

were obvious flaws compared to the days when he reigned as the

“I...!”

made eye

“Am the Martial God...!!”

of the noise was complicated. It was because Zeratul raised himself and had many different ways of using chains. The chains binding his wrists and ankles moved very

“It is this much...?”

that utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks to this, the more the technique was linked, the more

Muller, dazzled by Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected on Zeratul’s title