Overgeared

The river of reincarnation was the entrance to hell as well as the exit out of it. It was a place where the souls of the dead intersected with those who would come back to life. Sinister sounds always echoed around here…

“Come here~ Come here~ Here you can find cockatrice skewers baked in hellfire which make the umami flavor twice as intense~~”

“Try a hell moon candy. Its mysterious taste is a result of mixing ten different poisons! If you hand over just ten minutes of your reincarnation turn, you can get one delicious hell moon candy for free!! Only ten minutes!”

The festival had been going on for a whole month already. Numerous merchants and tourists were walking around and mingling under the colorful firecrackers that were exploding nonstop.

[(Congra) Welcome, new souls! – Hell King Eligos (tulations).]

The banner hanging upstream of the river fluttered in the sharp hell wind. Beneath it, Eligos’ expression was darker than usual. This was partly because he was wearing a helmet, but also because he was frowning.

A little girl approached him and whispered, “I guess there really is a foreign god.”

She was a great demon with the nickname of Supreme King. This was Leraje, who was currently second in the hell hierarchy. Her cheeks were puffed up because of the candy in her mouth.

Eligos sighed as he stared at her. “It seems so.”

Around two months ago, cultivators appeared in this world. Since then, a lot of good things had happened in hell. The number of people who died on the surface and fell into hell had increased exponentially. This was a huge opportunity for Eligos, who had just risen to power. He was planning to get more inhabitants of hell and use them to make hell prosperous. He intended to let the world know what a great ruler he was, unlike Baal who trampled on others as if they were insects just for fun.

This was why he was holding the festival near the river of reincarnation. The inhabitants of hell gathered to watch.

I, Black Knight Eligos, have become the new symbol of hell. Since then, an abundance of humans have died and made it to hell.

This is my power as the symbol of hell and proof that I am greater than Baal...

“......”

Eligos was holding his written speech in one hand. He was going to read it in front of a crowd of people who would cheer as they watched the procession of souls filling the river of reincarnation.

But the moment he had been waiting for simply wasn’t coming... Was it because the surface was surprisingly calm? No. The surface was in the midst of a fierce battle at this very moment. Eligos had received information that hundreds of thousands of cultivators had died in the past month. However, not a single one of them had made it to hell...

By this point, he had to admit it. As Leraje said, there was indeed a foreign god, one who had sent the cultivators to this world. Even if they died, their souls didn’t fall to hell and instead wandered in outer space. Just like a significant number of humans.

Ah, so that’s what this was. Now both Eligos and Leraje also had a vague understanding of the concept of players.

“Hell is like an anthill.”

From her perspective, hell was a dimension lower than heaven or the surface. It was a well-established theory that Yatan’s position in the hierarchy of the gods was lower than Rebecca’s. Yatan had created hell to provide opportunities for those who had failed during their lives in heaven or on the surface. This was relatively unremarkable.

But was there another dimension besides the surface and heaven as impressive as this one? This dimension wasn’t small like the Elemental World or the Peach Blossom Spring. It was a higher dimension ruled by a foreign god who created powerful beings, such as dragons and cultivators.

Leraje was once again aware of the greatness of the universe. Hell felt insignificant in comparison...

Eligos thought differently.

anthill? No, hell is the

off his helmet. He rarely did that. He looked no different from an ordinary

those who reach the end of one life and gives them a new opportunity to live be

All his life he had been fighting, pillaging, sometimes even crushing other people’s dreams and taking

mirror and realized that he might have been human in his previous life. Since then, he

how a righteous ruler can make hell

worst king, Baal, was now gone. Hell would surely be a great place in the future. As Yatan wished, so

But before that—

to stop setting off those firecrackers. And get rid

had to

***

“Hngh!”

Damian was anxious.

“Yikes!!”

he ended up

“Pope, concentrate.”

Damian couldn’t perceive the speed of an Absolute-level cultivator. He was fighting in the sky with no topographic features, but it felt like he was being attacked every second. He was startled by the sharp sensation at his neck. Zik

want me to do here? Honestly, aren’t I

the battlefield was divided into three

The Transcendent-level cultivators borrowed the power of all the formations installed in the Full Moon Fortress to engage in a fierce battle with the elites of the Overgeared Guild. In fact, the Overgeared Guild had easily destroyed all the other facilities

was the Tomb of the Gods. The Transcendent-level cultivators were persistently attempting assassinations to break down the Overgeared Guild’s chain of command. The damage on both

Full Moon Fortress. Cranbel and Navaldrea, as well as the Tower members and Apostles,

was. It was frustrating for him. He was alone in a battlefield where he couldn’t

something that

the Overgeared God Church was a powerful position. Damian was in charge of spreading Grid’s will to the people. Even the Apostles respected him, but at

reflected on the past. He was in the middle of killing the enemies at the Full Moon Fortress

‘...I don’t know anything!’

had kidnapped Damian during the battle without bothering to give him an explanation. Braham threw him here and immediately

Damian here? Why would he know the reason for being

“Hey, yamete kudasai!”

waiting for him. If Damian

I made

need to even attack the target. However, the hit rate was very high. This was very useful unless the target’s status

“...Uh?”

enemy in front of him and realized something. This was the problem. He hesitated for

“Yikes...!”

sorry for

eyes tightly as he apologized in his mind. The guandao was about to press against his brow when it suddenly stopped as if blocked by an invisible

face. The cultivator brandishing the

“Despicable bastards!”

fit his status as an Absolute. He threw the guandao he had retrieved into the sky toward Braham. Several layers of an indigo protective layer rippled as it collided with the guandao. Braham was unfolding Grid’s Multiple Weakening Barriers at his

had tried to survive on his own regardless of the situation around him. But then he saw the cultivator holding the

his back from the Tower members and Apostles ambushing