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

off his helmet. He rarely did that. He looked

can a land that bestows oblivion to those who reach the end of one life and gives them a new opportunity

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

he might have been human in his previous life. Since then,

how a righteous

a great place in the future. As Yatan wished, so many beings like Eligos would be reborn in hell and given

But before that—

setting off those firecrackers. And get rid of this

festival had to

***

“Hngh!”

Damian was anxious.

“Yikes!!”

he ended up stuck

“Pope, concentrate.”

appeared right in front of him. 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

do here? Honestly,

divided

a fierce battle with the elites of the Overgeared Guild. In fact,

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

of the Full Moon Fortress. Cranbel and Navaldrea, as well as the Tower members and Apostles, had engaged in a fierce battle with the Absolute-level

was where Damian was. It was frustrating for him. He was alone in a battlefield where he

here something that you need to

position. Damian was in charge of spreading Grid’s will to the people. Even the Apostles respected him, but at this moment,

middle of killing the

‘...I don’t know anything!’

had kidnapped Damian during the battle without bothering to give

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

“Hey, yamete kudasai!”

a bombardment of ranged attacks. A cultivator holding a guandao was waiting for him. If Damian hadn’t performed the

I made it a

was a great skill. It had AOE CC. 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 than the caster’s. If he had trained this skill until it reached the Master level, Damian would be able

“...Uh?”

saw the enemy in front of him and realized something. This was the problem. He hesitated for only a split second, but the Absolute-level cultivator was already on

“Yikes...!”

sorry for

die and closed his eyes tightly as he apologized in his mind. The guandao was about to press against his brow when it suddenly stopped as if

face. The cultivator brandishing the guandao was

“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

his own regardless of the situation around

and Apostles ambushing him during the short period