Overgeared

mediately. Through Baal’s shadow, a ‘door’ opened and the head of a certain figure rose up. 

The person who slowly emerged—he had the face of the yangban Garam. He exuded an aura that was incomparable to his lifetime. It was because Garam was helped by Baal when he was processing the energy of a God Killer. Of course, Garam didn’t want such help. Baal tore apart Garam’s soul and used it as inspiration and Garam naturally developed in the process. 

“Gri…” 

Garam had a displeased expression on his face, only to become filled with joy when he found Grid. His eyes were shining when he disappeared. Yes, he disappeared. He was sucked back through the door. 

“……?” 

Baal was puzzled. That door that had been opened in the shadow under his feet closed without a trace. 

Beyond that, the Overgeared members were active underground. Yura sniped the dead people that the flesh endlessly produced and Faker assassinated them. The flesh’s ranged attacks targeted Yura first, but they were somehow blocked by Leraje and Toban. 

Mir had barely managed to grab Garam and pulled him back, reuniting with him after a long absence. 

“Mir, you…
did you become Grid’s subordinate? Even if you betrayed Hanul, I can’t understand why you became Grid’s subordinate.
Isn’t it a waste of the freedom you have gained?” 

“Even if you search all over the world, there is nothing more valuable than Grid.” 

“Hahat…? You are a fanatic.
You are insignificant, just like a bastard who was born to be a puppet of a god in the first place.” 

Mir and Garam clashed. 

Blood gushed from both their bodies at the same time. Mir was superior in turns of pure sword skills, but the energy of a God Killer was a problem. The energy of a God Killer contained in Garam’s Formless Will left wounds on Mir’s body and soul just by brushing against him. If they were hurt equally, then Mir would naturally be the one who received a bigger loss. 

Currently, Garam’s body was composed of the fragments of red flesh. Even if he was hurt, he would regenerate immediately due to the red flesh. 

“Hey, sausage.
Why don’t you summon the souls of other yangbans as well?” Garam urged the lump of red flesh. 

Flinch. 

Does it have a sense of reason? The red lump of flesh trembled in displeasure but soon started to form new bodies. It was the flesh of dead yangbans. They slowly opened their eyes and lined up behind Garam. 

“Many of you have died.
All of you must’ve been killed by Grid.
Don’t you feel guilty when you see us?” 

Their animosity and killing intent was directed at Mir. They were reborn as a concept similar to a demon and they were as strong as one. 

A combination of a half-god and demon—they were reborn as a never before seen existence and there was a special aspect to them. 

“Mir looks to be in danger.
I think we need to clean up the yangbans first.” 

“No.” 

Yura shook her head at Faker’s opinion. 

The Demon Slayer—she had been attacking hell alone and her extraordinary eyes were able to see through the weakness of the red flesh. 

“Every time it separates the flesh and reduces its size in order to shape another being, its offensive stops for a moment.
The offensive doesn’t stop when it recovers the flesh, it is hard to say it can’t do both things at once.
I think it is right to interpret it as its attitude changing passively.” 

The red flesh removed its own flesh to form the bodies of the dead. Why did its attitude change passively every time? It was because it became vulnerable. It judged that it would be dangerous if it was attacked at this time, so it was taking care of itself. 

Faker was convinced after hearing Yura’s explanation. 

The two people concentrated. They kept an eye on the red flesh while saving their ultimate moves for the moment when it created a new existence. 

-…Kiyaaaaaaah! 

For the first time, significant damage was done. 

***

“……”

The red light leaking into the ruined great hall was deflected at an angle. It was the aftermath of the shaking of the moon that decorated the black hell sky. It was proof that the red flesh projecting the hell moon was shaken. Unknowingly, the humans who infiltrated the underground were playing their part… 

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“You…
you’ve prepared thoroughly this time.” 

Grid grinned at Baal, who was trying to talk with a calm face. 

“It was set up by Yura.
I just inserted a spoon into it.” 

“The Demon Slayer…” 

Yura, the present day Demon Slayer, had surpassed Alex at some point. The reason where she was more difficult to handle than Alex was that she was cautious. Yura never appeared in front of Baal, unlike Alex, who came to Baal himself under the illusion that he was far superior to a demon. She used Alex’s failures as a lesson and was always behind the scenes. 

It felt like a dirty bug running through his whole house. She was a really annoying person. 

“Well, it’s fine…
if I kill you today and evolve further…
I will be able to find and eliminate even the timid Demon Slayer without difficulty.” 

This wasn’t a big deal for Baal, even without the support of the red flesh. He gave orders not only to the Demon’s Cradle, but also the great demons who served him. The rulers of hell would soon arrive here with their respective armies and would consume Grid. He just had to finish exhausting Grid. 

Was it possible that Grid was truly invincible? No way. Even the Gods of the Beginning and the Old Dragons weren’t invincible. Every time the demons stabbed their blades into Grid or cast magic at him, he would surely weaken. 

Buzz buzz…

Baal still held the sword containing strong magic power and silently waited for the right time. He happily thought about how to mock Grid, who would shrink back at the sight of the soon to arrive reinforcements. 

However, the surroundings were quiet as time passed. There were no signs of an army coming. 

“This is how I am different from you, who has grown stronger alone.” 

Grid drove a wedge into Baal, who was thinking the worst. 

Baal’s eyes shot up in a terrible manner. 

A person who grew stronger by compressing time—right now, the one who was growing stronger in real time was talking shamelessly, so his killing intent surged. 

“…There will be limits to growth.” 

The veins wriggled over the back of Baal’s hand as he gripped his demon sword. The target of the sword lowering at an angle was Grid’s neck. 

“Even if I suffer death in return for killing you and you repeatedly become stronger because of it, there will be limits in the end.
Can you deny that this isn’t the case?” 

‘Why is he suddenly in a rush?’ 

Another Tomb’s cooldown was still a long way from ending. If Baal really attacked now, he wouldn’t be able to deal reflection damage and Baal would see through his weakness… 

It was a tense moment for Grid. 

“Voila.
It is the appearance of reinforcements.” 

Just then, Great Demon Rose arrived at the scene. Since she was too insignificant, she could respond to Baal’s call without being kept in check by Braham. 

“…Hmm.” Thanks to this, Baal calmed down. His agitation subsided and he took back the demon sword. 

“……” 

Grid had almost lost ten years of his life. Grid even felt a faint liking toward Rose. 

Baal had no way of knowing Grid’s intentions and declared, “By my authority, I will give you the 9th throne, Rose.” 

It was the birth of a new single digit great demon, and it was even a player. The world was turned upside down.