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

divine beast raised by Yatan, but he had been on a rampage ever since Yatan left Asgard, endlessly

out of control, he

didn’t really think that Mumud and the demon cultivators had set up a base here. He believed that the divine beast, who had sealed himself away

However, Grid was suspicious because Mumud’s group included Asura. It wouldn’t be strange for Mumud’s group to collude with the Serpent

‘...Baal.’

died in the Blackening state and visited hell for the first time, Grid had seen the landscape that wasn’t much different

He had thought that the red moon that watched over the entire hell with blinking blood-lined eyes and the river of flames that prevented ordinary life from surviving

all evidence of Baal’s sins. Baal, the absolute evil who distorted the wishes of his father Yatan and tormented countless souls and humans, had said that Asura was his masterpiece. Asura was the worst evil acknowledged by the absolute

‘The final boss...’

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,

most likely a game that didn’t have a designated ending. There

none of the final boss candidates Grid had met so far were real bosses. All of them had flaws and lacked enough influence to put an end to the story. In Rebecca’s case, the S.A. Group didn’t view her as

any case, that wasn’t a strange thing. Satisfy 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

point. However, now that he remembered Asura, he changed

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

who could control him has disappeared. Cultivators

demon cultivators. This was truly

Asura had surely condensed a spiritual root. He would’ve

are three Absolutes with

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 like in other games,

that Asura’s birth was too much of a

it was likely that King Daebyeol’s power had

must’ve exceeded

a God of fighting. He revered only fighting and learned from battles. This meant he could copy the

easy for him. Worst case scenario, he might have learned the abilities

need to immediately leave

thought of Asura. He was nervous, especially since Mary Rose

on the way Grid was anxiously glancing

was. It was just that she had no opportunity to be humble because of her

a step forward upon

Just then—

Flash!

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 might lose all

strong enough

strong enough

[You aren’t strong enough...]

the more difficult it was to move. Finally, as his HP started to decrease, Grid took Marie Rose into his arms and activated Multiple Weakening

the barrier and smiled. “This