Overgeared

[Another Light]

[The faith of the God of the beginning, Rebecca.]

The description of the title obtained from killing Hanul didn’t say much. Grid had no idea what it did. But he was used to this. Based on the name of the title and having moved at the speed of light once, he understood what the title granted him.

‘I can also move at the speed of light.’

He could only do it once. There was a good chance that he would pass out just like last time. However, it was worth using this skill, even though he could only use it once.

This was why he invested all his stat points into Strength. He wanted to deal as much damage as possible. He would make up for his lowered Agility by moving at the speed of light.

Grid’s forearms bulged significantly. The visual effect was so great that it would make anyone who saw him worry that the hilt of his sword might crumble in his hands from how fiercely he was gripping it.

“Isn’t it kind of contradictory?” Garam asked. He was infusing divinity into the Treasures of the seven immortals. “Cultivators, immortals, it matters not. Don’t you find it contradictory that those who have lost their humanity and treat people like a subspecies end up resembling humans so much when they sense death approaching?”

“What do you mean?”

“The moment they realize they are going to die, they get scared. I find it funny because they react exactly like the humans I killed.”

“You... Are you any different from the cultivators?”

Grid’s questioning eyes became cold. He tried really hard to control his surging anger.

Garam shrugged. “I was angry. I didn’t squirm and beg like humans do.”

“I think you and I remember things quite differently, so let me double check that.”

“Why are you so upset? I just pointed out how paradoxical cultivators and immortals are. Ahh, I missed seeing you trembling in fear.”

Garam was the first enemy Grid had encountered who was stronger than him. Garam clearly remembered Grid’s flaws.

“Ah, do you feel too ashamed hearing me say this?”

Grid shook his head. “No.”

“Swear on your honor that you aren’t ashamed. Everyone is afraid of death. I’m sure you are as well.”

“You’re boring.”

Flash!

Garam snorted. He turned into light and vanished.

Grid didn’t react hastily because he couldn’t follow Garam with his eyes. He would only have a chance to fight back against the power of light once he got struck first. Once that happened, he and Garam would probably kill each other.

A tremendous explosion rang out behind Grid, who was gritting his teeth and preparing for pain. The canyon rumbled, and Nevartan stumbled. Garam had targeted Nevartan, not Grid.

This was to be expected. Garam was risking his life staying here because he desired to devour the weakened old dragons. Grid had bet on that. The old dragons had to respond to the attack, clearly knowing this too. Grid was already charging forward.

“......?”

slow. The title of Another Light was apparently

you been particularly close to the Black Tortoise recently?” Garam sneered as he mocked

back into light and vanished, there was

Baaaaaaang!

nose and ears and

the clone was unscathed, his body made out of Greed. Since he wasn’t alive, he didn’t suffer any internal injuries. Magically created mirrors appeared everywhere. The clone could now spawn more mirrors faster because he’d

again, the mirrors kept reflecting it. This way, not even Garam could predict where he would move. He was trying his hardest to

just repaired their broken self-defense, sighed and attempted to

“How is it, nyang? You can’t move,

vigorously. The clone had installed the mirrors really well since they captured Garam from

other words, Grid had an overwhelming advantage. He would be victorious the moment the clone finished casting his

“...Haha, hahahaha!!”

he burst out laughing. He clutched his stomach and laughed because of how funny

“W-What, nyang?”

feeling and slipped back into

part. He has

scorn turned into ridicule. He switched to speaking using

that the only

“......!”

that everything around him was trembling slightly. No, this wasn’t just slight movement. The vibrations were so fast, it was hard for him

[Don’t tell me...]

expressions stiffened. What

emitting a dark green light. An unfamiliar smell stung Grid’s nose.

intent was carved all around

something only after absorbing the divinity of King Sobyeol. Hanul

have to

about King Sobyeol. I was wondering what he had in mind for the bastard who had sent King Daebyeol to hell, but

it, a warning message

been exposed to a large amount of

dragons said, [This is Rebecca’s

green light was expanding too

his divinity to his flesh and blood. Nevertheless, he disregarded King Sobyeol until the end and didn’t

stats have been reduced

physical functions aren’t

resources, including HP, won’t

and spells have

resist

originated from the power of a god. It

“Mass Tele...”

still fine. Rust appeared all over him and his movements were sluggish, but he could still use

was foolish and no different from a human. Calling himself an Absolute... Truly pathetic for a

throughout the battlefield and engulfed Grid’s group before Mass Teleport could be activated. Apparently, Garam had created

reborn as a perfect being. I will be

Flash!

purple Annihilation energy slashed the throats and hearts of the old dragons, who were suppressed by the dark green whirlwind. Garam could utilize the power of light way better than Hanul, and not only that, he

it. Garam was almost the strongest enemy he had ever fought. He felt

‘This is so unfair.’

God of the beginning to be powerful, but he never imagined