Overgeared - Chapter 1051

Chapter 1051: 1051

‘When will it recover?’

Grid became impatient over time .  He thought the classes, titles, and skills that Berith’s distorted reality had taken away would be restored soon because the word ‘temporarily’ was mentioned, but it had been over 20 minutes .  Maybe he was wrong . . .

The concept of time was different for each individual, so Grid was filled with tremendous anxiety .

‘For a great demon with eternal life, a human’s lifetime is a short moment .

The system was rubbish . . . There was a possibility that the distorted state wouldn’t be resolved . Everything he lost might not be restored .  Grid had been hit in the back of the head more often than others and seriously considered it .

‘It might be better not to go back . ’

The Magic Swordsman of the Epics was a class that was just growing .  Nevertheless, it surpassed Pagma's Descendant, and its combat power overwhelmed that of Pagma's Descendant .  Returning to Pagma's Descendant was technically going backward .  The moment that Magic Swordsman of the Epics was judged as a third class again, it was possible that Grid’s Swordsmanship and the transcendent senses he gained would be sealed .

‘Still, I . . . ’

Grid was Pagma's Descendant . No, he saw himself as a blacksmith .  Hundreds of thousands—no, he made countless items .  Sometimes, he sold items for just a few coins . Other times, he got tangled up in hard events .  Additionally, he built up many relationships .  The reason he could meet Khan was that he was a blacksmith .

This one line was a shortened description of all that: the blacksmith class was Grid’s backbone .  For Grid, the blacksmithing class was the most precious thing that couldn’t be taken away .

“Give it back to me . . . ”

It was okay even if he was weakened again .  He wanted it back .

“Stop playing and give it back . ”

The canyon was destroyed .  Surrounded by Piaro, Kraugel, Kirinus, and the dukes, the bloody Berith roared loudly and the battle intensified .

“Niyooong!” Noe cried out anxiously from where he sat on Grid’s shoulder .  Overgeared Corn kept licking Grid’s cheeks with a small black tongue .  While doing so, Overgeared Corn snorted with an annoyed expression .  His noble and beautiful self was licking the cheeks of a male . . . It was a dissatisfied attitude, but he still licked Grid’s cheeks carefully .  It was because Grid looked pained and lonely .

[The duration of the truth distortion is over . ]

[The lost classes, titles, and skills have been restored . ]

[However, since the status of Magic Swordsman of the Epics is higher than Pagma's Descendant, Grid’s Swordsmanship is kept active . ]

Grid came to his senses upon seeing these messages .  He had anticipated the worst, so he was filled with relief and joy .  The lost powers and blessings started to rekindle in his body again .  The forces he had thought he would lose were still in his body .  Grid was aware of the transcendence that still remained .  Magic Swordsman of the Epics returned to being the third class, but it still gave Grid a powerful force .

It was natural .  His epic was what he wrote personally .  It purely belonged to Grid .  No one could deny it, and no one could take it away .

[You have discovered a mighty person of this era, and fighting energy has started to accumulate!]

[Every time fighting energy increases by one point, your strength, stamina, and agility will by 0 . 5% . ]

The red-purple aura started to rise .  It was the symbol of the Hero King .  The former Hero King was Sword Saint Muller .

““You!”” 

Berith’s gaze was focused on Grid through the seeds, hand plow, spears, and swords striking him .  With 30% of his health left, Berith no longer looked at Piaro, the dukes, or Sword Saint Kraugel surrounding him .  He appreciated the potential of Grid, who pioneered his own path while carrying the ability of the two humans that even great demons couldn’t take lightly—Pagma and Muller .

Now Grid himself was a person who attracted the aggro of a great demon .  For Grid, it was bad luck .  Berith emitted metal spines in every direction to shake off the people around him and formed a long blade .  The blade was three kilometers long .  It was enough to bridge the gap between Grid and Berith, immediately penetrating Grid’s heart .  No, it was about to penetrate him .

““ . . . . !?””

The man who was the Master of Swiftness before he became the successor of Lantier’s techniques . . .

Faker, who was given a favorable assessment in ‘speed’ due to his class-specific characteristic, had evolved a notch after gaining Fly on Top of Grass .  He responded to the blade that Berith fired and stepped in front of Grid, who had yet to recover enough to avoid the attack .

Berith’s blade and Faker’s dagger collided .  The tip of the blade had its direction twisted subtly, and it rose into the sky instead of Grid’s heart .  Faker’s body flew far away to a cliff in the canyon .

“Faker!” Grid’s astonished cry echoed through the canyon .  The downside of an assassin was poor durability .  In particular, it was questionable for them to fight elite monsters with high health and attack power .  Additionally, Berith was a great demon .  Grid saw that Faker would find it hard to survive when facing Berith’s attack .

However, Faker was surprisingly fine .  The moment he struck Berith’s blade, he used Lantier’s technique . Then when he collided with the cliff, he summoned shadow soldiers to help him .  Faker emerged from the dust with a calm expression and spoke to the dumbfounded Grid .

“The person who is supposed to protect you shouldn’t be weak . ”

After all, Faker was someone who was acknowledged by War God Zeratul .

“Grid, I will also join the front line . ”

He was only a normal class at the time when he wiped out the Ice Flower Guild .  

“You focus on recovery . ”

Now . . .

“Kill Gate Opening . ”

Faker, who studied Lantier’s techniques and the shadow techniques from Kasim, was pursuing the throne of assassins .

“God Killer . ”

He became a flash of light itself .  Faker passed through the canyon, and Berith’s red eyes lost their focus .  His spirit was dizzy, and Berith instinctively felt something .  This was a crisis .  It was a situation where he was on the edge of the cliff .  So . . .

““22nd Hell Summoning . ””

Berith freed all his strength .  He broke the rules that the world had imposed on him .  In return, the goddess of light would gnaw at his soul .  It didn’t matter if the other great demons laughed at him .  The humiliation of losing his body to human hands should be avoided .

[The 22nd Hell has manifested successfully . ]

[The earth and the atmosphere are filled with demonic energy . ]

[22nd Great Demon Berith’s stats will increase by 20% . ]

[All debuffs currently applied to 22nd Great Demon Berith will be released . ]

[Humans cannot adapt to the environment of hell . ]

[The power of skills and magic have decreased by 30%, and casting speed has decreased by 60% . ]

[Magic resistance and physical defense are reduced by 20% . ] 

[The natural recovery of health, mana, and stamina has become impossible . ]

[Stamina will fall more quickly . ]

[Potions can’t be used . ]

[Creatures of the 22nd Hell will emerge!]

『 Ah, this is what happened . . 』

The broadcasters and viewers who were excited about Grid stopped feeling excited .  They sobered up as they watched Berith being pushed on the defensive .  Berith’s health kept decreasing .  The more Berith entered a new phase, the clearer the reality became .  The last phase of hell summoning was imminent .  It was the start of the despair they had learned from 32nd Great Demon Belial .  This was the end of humanity .

Lightning struck in the sky as black ash started to spread .  Between the canyons, hellfire hotter than lava poured out, and the barren land started to split apart .  The ecosystem changed .  The flowers on the cliff became cannibals, and the moles in the ground became as big as walls . Bizarre and ugly horses emerged through gaps in the cracked earth .  At the heart of all this was Berith .

““Kukuk . . . ! Kuhahahahat!”” Berith burst out laughing .  He thought of humans as livestock and couldn’t help delighting in their fear .

『 He is very happy . 』

『 This means he can’t handle it . 』

The broadcasters and viewers were thankful to Grid, Kraugel’s group, and the dukes .  Without them, Great Demon Berith would’ve trampled on humanity with a dull expression like they were ants .  Yes, they had done well enough to push the great demon up to here .  They were relieved when they saw Berith so happy .

The broadcasters and viewers expressed their gratitude to Grid and Kraugel .  There were reports that the Overgeared Guild was at least 30 minutes away from the canyon, so they couldn’t expect a dramatic appearance of help like during the Belial raid .  The audience and viewers were forced to judge that the Berith raid would end in failure .  They simply wanted Grid and Kraugel’s party to minimize the damage .  However, there was a reversal .

“So what if you summon hell?”

“How boring . ”

““ . . . . !?””

There had never been such a Berith raiding party before .  No, the problem was that their power was at an all-time high, and this party could never form again .  Kraugel, Piaro, Kirinus, and the dukes of the empire—they were legendary or super named NPCs and were equipped with transcendent resistance .  Hell’s debuff effect wasn’t fully applied .  

On the other hand, Grid . . .  His stamina was still recovering thanks to Overgeared Corn licking him .

““T-These guys . . . !”” Berith showed an upset expression and formed hundreds of weapons .  His stats had increased by 20% . and he showed a more dangerous atmosphere than before .

“I won’t tolerate it . ”

Basara’s red energy weakened Berith’s alchemy .

“Hahaha! It has become so hard that my hands feel better . ”

“Don’t be too excited . ”

Grenhal and Morse’s attacks shattered Berith’s weakened alchemy .

“Let me check if your skills have died out in the meantime . ”

“ . . . You have grown a lot . ”

The long-lost connection between Piaro and Rachel left a new injury on Berith’s body .

“Meteor Sword . ”

“Shadow Legion . ”

Kraugel and Faker slaughtered the beasts together and opened the path . Kirinus formed a blue light at the end of the spear and threatened Berith .  All those in Kraugel’s party had the Sword Saint’s Aura buff applied to them and could be called defenders of humanity .

Berith was overcome with a strange emotion they surrounded him .  This was fear .  It was a feeling of weakness that a supreme predator shouldn’t feel .

““You cowards . . . !””

The flag was finally planted .  Cowards . . .  The words that could be considered the final will of a villain popped out .  Berith peeked at his approaching end, and Grid and Kraugel’s party knew the raid was a success .  Then an uninvited guest appeared .  He stood on a cliff, and his green hair fluttered in the strong wind .

“Lich Summon, Mumud . ”

A victim who had been subjected to malice throughout his life—the losers chose to exploit him .  He was once again disappointed by humans and finally became complete .  The world in his vision was a stark ash gray .  There were no expectations or regret .

“Die . ” 

Lich Mumud’s iridescent magic struck the raid party .

“Agnus!” Grid’s furious cry pierced the sky .