Overgeared

The universe unfolded everywhere they looked. Planets of all shapes were beautifully decorated like paintings on a canvas. The mysterious constellations that rose beneath them served as landmarks for each area. If they walked along the water bottle tilted by the constellation of a goddess, a golden river would spread.

The size of the galaxy that lined both sides of the river was also overwhelming. The little angels, who used the galaxy as their pillows and blankets, blew their trumpets and played their harps. Golden clouds stirred, forming a ground for Grid and Marie Rose to step on.

“Is Hexetia happy and doing well?!!” a baby angel asked.

Looking back on memories from a long time ago, this was the child Grid had met when visiting Hexetia’s smithy.

“Yes, he is smiling every day.”

“I’m so glad! I miss him so much, but I will suppress my longing and support him!”

Baby angels had an innocent side. They were different in many ways from humans who had been turned into angels.

“Were they born as angels...?”

“That’s right. I heard that the goddess created them around the time when Metatron was active. Perhaps they are what Rebecca wanted the angels to be like.”

They were kind and gentle to everyone. Rebecca surely hoped that the archangels would learn from the inherently good baby angels. However, the baby angels had a serious disadvantage. They were weak. They were bound to be insufficient in many ways to influence archangels like Metatron and Raphael. Coincidentally, these archangels weren’t impressed by the baby angels and continued to covet the skilled people on the surface.

“Like Baal, the archangels turned their backs on the wish of a God of the beginning.”

“I think it’s a bit too much to compare them to Baal, but... To a certain extent, yes. Don’t trust Metatron. They always claim to be a loyal dog, but they aren’t as loyal as you might think.”

“Yes, I made a deal with Dominion. There is no need for me to trust Metatron.”

“Hehe, my dear husband is wise after all.”

‘She said not to trust Metatron, but she didn’t say much about Dominion. As expected, I think he can be trusted.’

Marie Rose’s advice helped Grid greatly. He now trusted his own discerning eyes a bit more.

The sound of trumpets from the baby angels faded. The golden river and galaxies that flowed overhead disappeared, and the temperature around them dropped.

There was a deafening noise.

Thousands of spiraling air currents around them repeatedly ascended and descended, tearing apart the golden clouds in the area. Lightning flashed through the torn clouds and hundreds of millions of red lights flickered in all directions. The eye of a snake appeared.

They came to the right place.

“Is there a temple of serpents beyond this place?”

the danger zones marked on the map of Asgard. This was the residing place of Jormungandr, the God of serpents, who was said to be so huge

brief description, Jormungandr was a divine beast raised by Yatan, but he had been on a

grew out of control, he sealed himself away

advised them to be careful because this was a dangerous area. He didn’t really think that Mumud and the demon cultivators had set up a base here. He believed that the

included Asura. It wouldn’t be strange for Mumud’s

‘...Baal.’

for the first time, Grid had seen the landscape that wasn’t much different

Grid didn’t know it at the time. He had thought that the red moon that watched over the entire hell with

evidence of Baal’s sins. Baal, the absolute evil who distorted the wishes of his father Yatan and tormented countless

‘The final boss...’

encountered and gone through too many final boss candidates—the knights and nobles who lost their faith, the corrupt church members and churches, Emperor Juander who didn’t recognize anything other than the empire, Baal and the demons, Hanul and the yangban, Rebecca and Yatan, and the old dragons and

at was that Satisfy was most likely a game that didn’t have a designated ending. There would be no boss that led the players to

them had flaws and lacked enough influence to put an end to the story. In Rebecca’s case, the

was an MMORPG. Was there an ending to the story of the world that players were creating? It was rather strange and wrong for such a game to have an

what Grid was thinking at some point. However, now that he remembered Asura,

existed. He wasn’t a boss to end the story. It was a harm that Satisfy had to eliminate in order to achieve peace. Grid determined that this was

one being who could control him has

behind the scenes. Asura was collaborating with the demon cultivators. This

Asura had surely condensed a spiritual root. He would’ve mastered the cultivator's mystical arts and treasures

are

could do it with his divinity, and Asura through what he saw and experienced. Did this mean copying-type abilities were common? Not at all. Just

birth was too much of

moon, which functioned as a womb to conceive Asura. In the process, it was likely that King Daebyeol’s power had been transplanted to Asura. King Daebyeol certainly had

result must’ve

battles. This meant he could copy the abilities of a target without the medium of blood absorption or divinity. He could even copy Chiyou’s

of the demon cultivators had surely been easy for him. Worst case scenario, he might have learned the abilities of the Asgardian gods

you need to immediately leave if

that came to mind when Grid thought of Asura. He was nervous, especially

Marie Rose nodded obediently. She picked up on the way Grid

was just that she had no opportunity to be humble because of her impressive abilities. She was actually a

Grid took a step forward

Just then—

Flash!

gazes to Grid. The spiral currents raging in all directions bombarded him. All the joints in his body twisted under tremendous pressure. His whole skin was about to peel off. He was worried that he

strong enough

strong

[You aren’t strong enough...]

became, the more difficult it was to move. Finally, as his HP started to decrease, Grid took Marie Rose into his

Rose examined the barrier