Baal was different from the Absolutes of heaven. He couldn’t transcend the concept of time and was bound to it. It was because he became stronger as time passed. 

Baal was aware that the current him wasn’t perfect. This wasn’t meant in a negative way. He was constantly evolving. He might not be perfect now, but he had the certainty that he could reach the peak one day. The more that jealousy and suspicion sprouted on the surface and the more that quarrels and wars were repeated, the more Baal was completed... 

So there was always room for relaxation. It was to the extent that he accepted it easily even when he was first killed by Grid. He thought it would be different next time. 

Then what about today’s outcome? Grid’s growth rate exceeded Baal’s predictions. This was even though his prediction accounted for Grid’s explosive growth. He even grew stronger in real time while fighting Baal. It seemed to have a superior advantage over Baal and made Baal’s strengths meaningless. 

‘It is because the Old Dragons helped.’ 

Fire Dragon Trauka—everything went awry from the moment he gave an arm to Grid. A certain emotion started to boil deep in Baal’s heart as he analyzed the cause. 

It was anger. 

Wrath. 

It was an emotion that was only felt by insignificant beings who couldn’t solve things as they wished. It didn’t suit the king of hell, who had ridiculed countless fates and manipulated them to his liking. 

[...Kukuk.] 

It was while being trampled on his chest and repeatedly cut by Grid—Baal realized that he had lost his composure from the start. 

‘It was a defeat.’ 

The data of the dragon weapons and armor brought to him by his clones—ever...