Overgeared

The sky and ground shook. Mountains rose all over the wilderness and deep hills were transformed into river-like lakes. It was the aftermath of the fall of a giant dragon.

The entity called the Evil Dragon among the Old Dragons, Bunhelier. Recently, he helped Grid in the fight against Baal and was worshiped as a hero. Contrary to popular assessments that praised him as invincible, his appearance was disastrous. He was repeatedly trampled on by a dragon that was one head taller than him.

[Groan...]

Heavy rain poured down in the aftermath of the explosion of magic in all forms. Bunhelier was submerged in the formed lake and could barely raise his head. His large eyes, which were golden as if they contained the sun, were dyed black. They were projecting the black Breath that was flying right in front of him.

Bunhelier’s view of the landscape spun around. He was hit by Nevartan’s Breath, which continued flying to devastate the mountain range that had been created around Bunhelier’s crash site. His head spun several times. A normal creature would’ve had his neck bones completely crushed to death.

[Bunhelier. I know you are pitiful and pathetic. You are a product of inferiority that makes misjudgments every time. It is worthless to point out all the mistakes you have made, for every mistake is the result of incompetence.]

The years of insanity and wandering. Nevartan didn’t consider it a great waste. It was because he knew his value was immutable. No tricks or time could detract from the ‘I’ that he declared. This was the heart of an Old Dragon.

‘A being that even the Absolutes look up to.’

Metatron read Nevartan’s mind and shuddered. They noticed that the reason why the Old Dragon didn’t confront Chiyou wasn’t because they lacked courage.

‘...Then why?’

Why did Trauka, who ran around uncontrollably and hunted the gods of Asgard, avoid a confrontation with Chiyou? What external force was at work? Was there such a thing as an external force that could control the Old Dragons?

Metatron was filled with new questions when they suddenly came to their senses. It was due to the disturbance caused by Bunhelier. The sight of Bunhelier struggling to raise his submerged body in the lake resembled a creature rolling around in the mud. How could it be the same Old Dragon...?

This was the cause of his misjudgment...

Eventually, Bunhelier shouted at Metatron, who hated and resented him.

[Useless angel...! How long are you going to be mesmerized?]

“”......””

What shamelessness did this creature have to ask for cooperation? Metatron wondered before soon coming to a conclusion. They noticed that low self-esteem and the resulting nervousness and victim mentality had helped shape Bunhelier’s unconventional personality.

‘He looks like Zeratul.’

Just in time, a report arrived that Zeratul hoped to join the Overgeared World. It was predicted that Grid wouldn’t reject him. Metatron’s heart swelled.

‘He is truly God the Father.’

A god who didn’t hate those who were lacking and instead gathered them. Metatron truly admired Grid. They highly appreciated the fact that Grid gave such an insignificant Bunhelier the chance to defeat Baal with him.

‘Therefore, the Goddess supported Grid.’

The first time they saw Grid, Metatron recognized it immediately. The blessing of the Goddess on Grid. It had been a force that supported Grid since he was only the lowest status being. It would’ve helped Grid overcome all the trials he went through. Therefore, Metatron was favorable to Grid. Not only were they fascinated by Grid’s feats, but they also recognized Grid as a similar existence.

The Goddess’ apostle...

[This damn bastard...]

Bunhelier growled. He harbored hatred for Metatron, who ignored his pleas for help and had other thoughts.

Metatron ignored him to the end. It was judged that Bunhelier would die soon anyway. In reality—

power was repeatedly condensing in front of Nevartan’s snout. At first glance, it was the precursor to

didn’t expect you to repent for your mistakes, but to think you would challenge me... in a sense, you have exceeded my predictions. Maybe I

dozens of Breaths formed a giant sphere. It

they became an absolute force when combined as one. It wasn’t separate so the operation speed was very

of challenging me head-on without playing tricks is beyond forgiveness.

Flash!

sphere of dark magic power, condensed like

This is real

he couldn’t distinguish his end. He had developed in return for defeating Baal with Grid. He was the only one of the Old Dragons to raise his level, which was at the limit, and all his stats rose. His body had become a bit bigger than before, so he reached Nevartan’s eye level to a certain extent. It was easy to

[Shit...]

he would’ve gone back in time and not challenged

[I want to complain!]

he had

would’ve flown through the bombardment of Breaths and bitten

[Why only me...!!]

the last moment, Bunhelier cursed the fate that had been bestowed upon him. He didn’t blame Grid. Considering that person’s personality, it was unlikely Grid would’ve deliberately ignored his request

he couldn’t shake off

what was happening with Grid. Nevertheless, he got into an accident. He was overconfident in the power he had

is worse than

was directed at the tower members, who never showed up, a refraction of light occurred

[...Hmm?]

flowed from Bunhelier’s cheek as he tilted his head. It was the aftermath of being cut by his own Breath, which was

it the

couldn’t be avoided, arbitrarily

smiled slightly as he felt an ignorant liking toward the tower members

it is correct to interpret it as Hayate

dozens of Breaths of such power. It couldn’t be anyone other

[I believed in...]

about to shout Hayate’s name, only to stop. It was due to the presence that appeared in front of his eyes. The identity of the great being who reflected

[...What? Hayate was Cranbel?]

to die. Bunhelier, who was already in a state

Dragon? Bunhelier was momentarily confused in the face of

“”......?””

the only one shaken

the names that appeared as ‘someone to be familiar with’ after their long period of seclusion. But his

Slayer is actually a dragon...? How many of your

Why do

maintained his composure while the confused Bunhelier and the angels showed disgraceful appearances. He wasn’t obsessed with the ‘result’ of

Cranbel didn’t budge.

most of the surface is Grid’s

was a brief and

right—most of the surface belonged to the Overgeared World. To add some exaggeration, it could be said that all of the surface, except for the dragon lairs, belonged to Grid. Of course, the dragons didn’t have to be conscious of this, especially the Old Dragons.

Nevartan’s position

you

is right. I almost bothered

Breath’s explosion. It was

Cranbel. Why are you helping

saved, but Nevartan recognized that he had been helped. It showed how much he valued his

power of God. Didn’t you