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.

the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even

a bluff. The

he was born a human—Zeratul had guessed

more of an act of taking

would be obsessed with if he gained his freedom in his

to guess Chiyou’s martial

the

“...Kukuk.”

It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty. He intended to use the chains that

the power of the true Martial God and

actions were sincere. Of course, he knew that Chiyou was strong.

difference in status? It didn’t matter. Grid proved it by defeating him in the past when Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he had accumulated enough discipline. He had honed his body and mind while in the Prison of

It is definite.

transcends the

you going to

Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul. It was

slaves. He even had a history of trying to harm the people important to Grid, including Lord. However, he didn’t hurt

hated Raphael more than Grid. He knew

paid enough for 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

heavily sunken mind and frowned.

unable to even build weapons out of divinity, so he honed the art of using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique, but Zeratul was confident. It

don’t need to

to destroy Chiyou’s

against Martial God—it was a major incident

Saint Muller, who was watching the situation from a distance, wasn't interested in

difference in

Zeratul’s defeat and the result was more disastrous than they

Thump.

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

works, the ones somewhat worth acknowledging

the last moment. He didn’t even look

to you. Your existence has increased the value of the

the end

eerie sound of crushing bones brought silence to the

in the form of a human being—Martial God Chiyou’s force, which wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He carved the word

It was the aftermath of being pulled by

own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’ as a guest, not

to the surface had dissipated. It was

when he reigned as the Martial God. But at the very

“I...!”

upper body leaned forward. For the first time, he made eye contact

“Am the Martial God...!!”

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

“It is this much...?”

utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks to this, the

happened the moment when Muller, dazzled by Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected on Zeratul’s