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.

No, hell is the greatest

that. He looked no different

oblivion to those who reach the end of one life and gives them

as a great demon. All his life he had been fighting, pillaging, sometimes even crushing other people’s dreams and taking away

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

See how a righteous

place in the future. As Yatan wished, so many beings like Eligos

But before that—

them to stop setting off those firecrackers. And

had to end

***

“Hngh!”

Damian was anxious.

“Yikes!!”

know how he ended up stuck between

“Pope, concentrate.”

fighting in the sky with no topographic features, but

to do here? Honestly,

the battlefield was divided into

of all the formations installed in the Full Moon Fortress to engage in a fierce battle with the

The Transcendent-level cultivators were persistently attempting assassinations to break down the Overgeared Guild’s chain of

the Tower members and Apostles, had engaged in a fierce battle with the Absolute-level cultivators.

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

reason you’re here something that you need

of spreading Grid’s will to the people. Even the Apostles respected him, but at this moment,

to his senses and reflected on the past. He was in the middle of killing the enemies at the Full

‘...I don’t know anything!’

to give him an explanation. Braham threw him

would he know the reason for being here? He pondered for a

“Hey, yamete kudasai!”

bombardment of ranged attacks. A cultivator holding a guandao was waiting for him. If Damian hadn’t performed the Restraint sword dance in advance, he would’ve lost his invincibility

made

Restraint was a sword dance that simply overwhelmed nearby enemies. There was no need to even attack the target. However, the hit rate was very high. This was very useful unless the target’s status was higher

“...Uh?”

and realized something. This was the problem. He hesitated for only a

“Yikes...!”

for

as he apologized in his mind. The guandao was about

Damian’s 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 fingertips.

He had tried to survive on his own regardless of

members and Apostles ambushing him during the short period when he couldn’t move. Didn’t