Overgeared

“......”

Yeoam gulped.

A person who ascended to the realm of Shangri-La instead of staying as a legend in the world—the Sword Immortal maintained a mental state that was as serene as a polished mirror thanks to his deep cultivation. However, he can't help but feel flustered right now, no matter how rarely he felt that way.

The variables were too numerous.

A realm that had been repeatedly fortified with the power of law to reflect on the past and gain insight into the future—it was difficult to sit by and watch as new uninvited guests came one after another to the ‘sealed place of the yeouiju,’ which had avoided even the senses of the gods.

[It is your karma for not being able to leave the world and abandoning compassion. It wasn’t like you didn’t predict the current situation, but you should’ve prevented the ‘oral traditions.’]

A place that King Sobyeol couldn’t find—Hwang Gildong found this place purely through oral traditions: a story that had literally been passed down from mouth to mouth. Even the stories that were treated as folktales and ignored by civilians were treated seriously by the Chivalrous Robbers. Everything had to be thorough in order to protect the people.

Thanks to this, Hwang Gildong was able to guide Kraugel to this place. This caused the current situation to occur.

[I’m grateful for the opportunity.] King Sobyeol sneered as he kept engraving his will on this space. He was mocking Yeoam’s stupidity for not preventing the oral traditions because he couldn’t harm people.

[I will devote myself to making up for this mistake.] Yeoam didn’t resent the results of his choice. He lowered his head in thought while endlessly searching for a solution.

The arrow that grazed by Yeoam’s nose caused another mountain peak to collapse. The sight of the huge rocks scattering was unrealistic. Clouds everywhere were crushed or torn to pieces.

Yeoam moved like a butterfly within the midst of the destruction. He used the incoming rocks as springboards and repeatedly soared into the sky. It was to increase the distance so that the uninvited guests, who were messing with the formations, weren’t swept away and injured in the aftermath of the battle.

[You are still stubborn despite reaching this point.] The emotions of King Sobyeol were revealed as he frowned.

A mindset to create results as soon as he developed the intention—there were disadvantages to this even in the realm of an Absolute.

Yeoam’s power of law read the path of the great bow, which was shooting a violent divinity. The arrow imbued with violent emotions had a simple side. It couldn’t reach Yeoam, who had assimilated the discipline he accumulated throughout his life into his body.

King Sobyeol gradually calmed down. [Your breathing is starting to become rough.]

At last, a continuous roar rang out from the fingertips of King Sobyeol as he controlled his mind. The concept of space was repeatedly eliminated by the repetitive usage of his rapid fire actions. It felt like each arrow of divinity was using Shunpo.

Sword Immortal Yeoam became isolated in an instant despite using the vast stage of the sky as a battlefield. He would’ve been seriously injured if the amulets around him hadn’t blocked the arrows. Additionally, his amulets weren’t infinite. They were just consumable items engraved with pictures or characters with shamanistic meanings. It was inferior in comparison to Zik’s runes.

“I was uncertain, but he definitely isn’t an Absolute.” This was Braham’s sentiment. He was very stingy in his evaluation of the Sword Immortal, who was facing an Absolute of the Hwan Kingdom alone while also holding back the Sword Saint of the present era.

Hwang Gildong clicked his tongue. “What nonsense is this person who doesn’t seem like a human being suddenly saying...?”

The monster who turned this area into a sea of fire with his appearance—for Hwang Gildong, Braham reminded him of all types of legends.

At first, he was so wary that he thought this was the imoogi camouflaging itself.

However, the Sword Immortal was in a completely different world. No matter how great the silver-haired monster was, Hwang Gildong questioned if he was qualified to evaluate the Sword Immortal recklessly.

Braham was adamant. “He is bluffing for some reason.”

Kraugel was also starting to notice it. ‘Certainly... the consumption of techniques is strangely fast.’

Yeoam was repeating his

risking a war

balance

couldn’t wait for Braham’s flames to destroy the formations that were set up, so he swung his sword. It was swordsmanship that reversed the magic used by others.

‘What is

over magicians. In particular, it was right to treat Kraugel as almost a Death God. Kraugel would’ve been quite a threat to him

to have Grid’s favor...” Braham muttered while his expression gradually distorted. He overlapped other spells on the unfolding Fire Wall. It was a level beyond simply giving attributes and actually changed the principle of the magic. It was as if

from competition. Blue veins bulged on the back of Kraugel’s hand as he gripped

looked at the two of them like

to arrive?’ It happened as Faker was complaining

seven types of magic, and blew away half of the

corners of Braham’s mouth curved up. “I am 70%.

“......” Kraugel’s eyes shook.

wrist as if telling him to challenge it

person, not that guy—Braham showed rare respect

the threshold of being an Absolute by using all the cards he had—in other words, Yeoam approached being an Absolute through pure skills

able to rise to a rank similar to Grid and Hayate. It was natural for Braham to respect

there was also vigilance. What if? In the unlikely event that Yeoam really harmed King Sobyeol soon. The level of his status would rise dramatically. It

helped. Just take care of

“......?”

was capricious always

Braham was like that.

the sight of him changing his route and

was relieved. “Let’s get

attitude that was warier of Braham than

noticed the

the imoogi was rapidly

***

by the God of the Beginning, Hanul. Contrary to Hanul’s ruined state,

arts during the War of the Gods, were still powerful. Additionally, the Three Masters always protected it. The yangbans created to

one day,

is all an old

King Daebyeol fell into hell and Grid set

right now were proving it. For some reason, the peerless handsome men and women wore agricultural equipment side by side

mats and were the

from the East Continent murmured to themselves at the

were watching the

forget, but the one who was hit never forgot. They were only tormented by the yangbans but they

“A man named Piaro.”

must have a grudge against

trembled as they lowered their eyes

reason, they fantasized about being farmers and learned to work in the field. Then they suffered greatly for several months. They had to run all over the agricultural fields until their

become stronger. Then they gradually started to think it was too much. At some point, they suspected that the person called Piaro was abusing his authority

with gray hair spoke up. It was

was the one who ignored the yangbans’ opinion that they should

who disgraced us in this way

explained that the clothes covered in sweat and soil