Overgeared

Chapter 2047

The first time Asura opened his eyes, somehow, he realized he wasn’t a stranger to this world. He was familiar with all the information he received through the five senses.

He didn’t think much of it. Since he had been born a god, he accepted his innate perfection.

It was a misjudgment. Asura quickly realized that he was imperfect when he lost to Grid and his subordinates. He lost too much the moment he was born, so he was in a state of immense anger.

Asura really felt that he couldn’t refuse Judar’s threatening offer of ascending to Asgard if he wanted to be safe. He hated Grid for forcing him to accept Judar’s offer. He resented Baal’s desire that only made him this complete.

From then on, Asura had been sharpening the blade of revenge. He was conscious of Judar’s collar around his neck, so he didn’t show his desires, but he was always on the lookout for an opportunity.

Finally, the much expected day arrived. Just as the cooperation between Asura and Raphael served as an opportunity for Mumud, this was an opportunity for Asura to turn the whole situation around.

[Did you say you would guarantee Asgard’s future?]

Ninety-nine halos spun, shooting out rays of divinity. Asura stood in the center of them and sneered at Mumud.

[Why? What is the value of Asgard? Is it important just because this is where the gods live? Why do you want to give your life for the gods who have forgotten their duty?]

God of Fighting Asura—his name was the same as that of a god worshiped by a handful of monks.

Asura wasn’t a stranger to the world when Baal created him because he’d had a previous life. Even Asura only recently realized this. How could the desire of the first-ranked Great Demon and many sacrifices, including the hell moon, give birth to a god as powerful as him?

The question he always asked himself had finally been answered. Baal had merely resurrected an almost forgotten god.

[Just as I prove myself through fighting, the heavenly gods will have their own means to prove themselves. However, the majority have forgotten their duty and have become obsessed with human praise and worship. They are the ones who have been eliminated. The present day gods of Asgard are dependent on others to survive and are worse than the trash you find on the streets. So why are you trying so hard for them? Is it because you are an angel, so you instinctively serve them?]

Asura’s intention in criticizing the state of Asgard and Mumud was simple. He was denying and ridiculing all of Mumud’s beliefs and efforts. To put it simply, he was picking a fight. The God of Fighting’s desire was, of course, fighting. In other words, he was sowing the seeds of discord because of his innate malice. This was why Baal had struggled to create Asura.

[Now, if you are angry, then come at me. Just give it a try.]

It was just like how clapping could only be done when both hands clasped together. Provoking a fight wasn’t effective unless the other person took the bait. Mumud was unaffected by Asura’s taunts. Everything Asura said was true.

[You’re right about me succumbing to instincts. I am trying to guarantee the future of Asgard merely because I am an angel.]

[......]

It was a somewhat embarrassing reaction from Asura’s perspective since he got more beneficial effects the stronger the opponent’s fighting spirit became. Of course, this didn’t hinder him. There were plenty of other opponents to play with beside Mumud, though they weren’t as fun to play against.

Asura snorted before turning away to look at Grid. His eyes were drooping like water drops hanging from eaves.

Annihilation energy hadn’t existed before. Asura would be able to get the best revenge now. If he took away the power only one person in the world possessed and used it to pierce that person’s heart, Grid would die and experience the greatest fear, anger, and despair imaginable.

“Hey, Asura, I didn’t know you thought of me like

[......?]

What Grid said was so unexpected that he got confused for a while. Mumud and Noe were also staring at Grid, puzzled. The clone also scratched the back of his head like

asked a question. [Uhm... What?] He couldn’t withstand

the angels. In the process, he almost died as he had

Grid blushed slightly.

Asgard for forgetting their duty. This was actually praising me in a subtle way, right? Asura, you might

[.....]

back to what he said earlier. He had taunted Mumud while watching

worship. The present day gods of Asgard are

conceded that this was Asura’s opinion, it

the gods of Asgard, Grid was faithful to his duty. Rather than relying on others, he

to you...? As a result, you misunderstood that I complimented you.

Was it because

how comfortable your life has been so far. Everything you have accomplished is rubbish. You have

violently, responding to the change in his emotions. Asura was no longer

shame because I

it, but he rejoiced every time Grid accomplished more. The more valuable the opponent who defeated him was, the more valuable the defeat became and the more experience he would gain

excuses, Asura wouldn’t have survived all these years. He would’ve gone crazy

great. However, in truth, Grid wasn’t that extraordinary. Asura’s pride, which had never been broken by any ordeal he had gone through, was shattered

always going to kill you, but... Once isn’t enough. Die a

that mean I have to die for the next five hundred

and lose again. Return to being an insignificant

the game before then. This fucking

intimidated by Asura’s deadly pressure, but now his forehead twitched. He pulled out two swords. Grid spoke the skill name aloud. “Item

Natural Order and Twilight merged into one in Grid’s hand. He felt like he would swear strongly if he didn’t do this. He

Sword Dance, Transcended

seemed to be soaring up. Dozens of sword energies shot from Grid, flew at the speed of light, and engulfed Asura in an instant, stabbing, piercing, and slashing him. He was in

So this is Annihilation

the halos taken from the angels were also destroyed. The ninety-nine rays of divinity that he fired had their trajectories offset and

an old dragon, and his flesh, muscles, and bones couldn’t withstand the sharpness of

again. Rather, this became a harbinger of hope—hope

God of Fighting. The

Flash!

emerged from the cross-section of Asura’s wounds. This was

strong willpower in the blood pouring from Asura. It was killing intent. Every drop of blood

the power you were just lucky

by swords, awls, spears, threads, hammers, huge rocks, and so on, weapons which took form from Asura’s red blood. This counterattack was so fast, not even an Absolute could perceive it. It was a miracle created by combining blood magic with the mystical arts of the cultivators, as well as utilizing the

[This is dangerous...!]