Overgeared: Babylon

The Yatan Church had been in distress lately. Their once-secretive operations were being disrupted by a single player who hunted them relentlessly. Wherever they went, this player would let one believer escape, only to stalk them back to their hideout. Once the location was revealed, the massacre would begin. No matter how many precautions they took, no matter how many traps they set, the outcome was always the same: bloodshed and chaos.

And today was no different.

"Kuaaackkk!"

"Aaaarrghhh!-"

"Keokk-!!"

Screams echoed through the dimly lit hideout as NPCs and players alike scrambled for safety. The intruder moved like a shadow, his massive Black Greatsword cutting through the air with terrifying precision. Bodies fell left and right, their cries cut short as the blade found its mark. The Yatan Church members, once confident in their numbers and dark magic, now ran like headless chickens, their morale shattered.

"Sniff~ I just love! the smell of fear~!" Gilgamesh's voice rang out, dripping with sadistic delight. His eyes gleamed with manic excitement as he swung his greatsword, the blade cleaving through another believer's neck with ease. Blood sprayed across the stone walls, painting a gruesome mural of his rampage.

[Your level has risen.]

[Your level has risen. ]

He reveled in the chaos, his laughter echoing through the hideout like a haunting melody.

"Quick! Bombard him with debuffs!" one of the black magician players shouted, his voice trembling with panic. The others quickly followed his lead, their hands moving in frantic gestures as they chanted incantations. Black magicians were not known for their combat prowess; their strength lay in their ability to weaken and cripple their enemies. With their low defense and attack power, they relied on debuffs to turn the tide of battle.

"Spirit Control!"

"Cursed Binding!"

"Cripple!"

A barrage of dark magic surged toward Gilgamesh, the air crackling with malevolent energy. The black magicians poured everything they had into their spells, hoping to slow him down, to stop him, to survive.

The room was filled with blinding flashes of light and swirling clouds of dark energy, making it difficult to see what was happening.

BANNMM!!!!

Khruuuduuuk!!

The spells struck Gilgamesh, enveloping him in a maelstrom of curses and debuffs. The black magicians held their breath, their eyes fixed on the swirling chaos. For a moment, it seemed like their efforts had paid off.

"Did we stop him?" one of them asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

But their hope was short-lived.

[You have resisted.]

"Did you really think your petty tricks would work on me?" Gilgamesh sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. He stood in the middle of the bombardment, an imposing stance with his black armor resting on his body.

He then raised his greatsword, the blade humming with barely contained power.

"How adorable." 

He then slammed Black Greatsword to the ground leaving the earth cleaved and the black magician in its way turned into gray light.

The black magicians froze, their faces pale with terror. They had thrown everything they had at him, and it hadn't even slowed him down. Desperation set in as they realized the gravity of their situation. This wasn't just a player—this was a force of nature, a predator toying with its prey.

Gilgamesh took a step forward, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The black magicians stumbled back, their confidence shattered. One of them tried to cast another spell, but his hands were shaking so badly that the incantation fizzled out before it could take effect.

"P-please... spare us..." one of the believers stammered, his voice trembling.

Gilgamesh tilted his head, his grin widening. "Spare you? Oh, don't worry. I'll make this quick."

The black magicians didn't stand a chance. One by one, they fell, their cries echoing through the hideout until there was nothing left but silence.

Gilgamesh stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving as he surveyed the aftermath. The Yatan Church hideout was in ruins, its members slaughtered. He wiped the blood from his blade, his expression one of grim satisfaction.

"Another one down," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. The scent of blood and charred magic hung heavy in the air, a testament to the chaos he had unleashed. He glanced around the room, his sharp eyes scanning for any stragglers, but the hideout was eerily silent. The Yatan Church had been thoroughly dismantled—for now.

"Welp, it cannot be helped. Let's find another one~" Gilgamesh said with a casual shrug, his tone almost playful. True to his title, he had been hunting Yatan's believers relentlessly. Because their primary strength lay in inflicting debilitating debuffs on their enemies, so against a legend like Gilgamesh, their powers were useless. His resistance to abnormal conditions, granted by his title [One Who Became a Legend], made him their worst nightmare.

[One Who Became a Legend]

* Abnormal conditions don't work well on you.

* You won't die when health is at the minimum.

* Easily acknowledged.

"Humm~" Gilgamesh hummed with satisfaction, his lips curling into a smirk. He turned toward the exit, ready to store his Black Greatsword in his inventory. But before he could, the sound of footsteps caught his ear—sharp, deliberate, and accompanied by a faint click-clack that echoed through the ruined hideout.

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

Gilgamesh's instincts kicked in immediately. He spun around just as a whirlwind of dark energy surged toward him, its malevolent force tearing through the air. With practiced ease, he sidestepped the attack, the dark energy grazing past him and slamming into the wall behind him with a deafening crash.

Keeeeitzz! Zghunggg!

The wall crumbled under the impact, debris scattering across the floor. Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed as he turned to face his attacker, his grip tightening on the hilt of his Black Greatsword.

Clack, clack, clack.

"Oh? You noticed?!" The attacker's voice rang out, smooth and melodic, with a hint of surprise. It was a voice that could captivate ordinary men, but Gilgamesh was far from ordinary.

"Bah, if you want to be sneaky, you better get rid of your high heels first," Gilgamesh replied dryly, his tone laced with amusement. His sharp eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the shadows.

She was a stunning woman, her silky ebony hair flowing naturally down her back like a cascade of midnight. Her eyes were captivating, a deep shade of violet that seemed to pierce through the darkness. Her slender, graceful figure was accentuated by her well-proportioned curves, and she moved with an elegance that belied the deadly aura surrounding her. Above her head, her nickname glowed faintly: Yura.

Yura tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "High heels are a fashion statement, you know. I can't just abandon them for the sake of stealth."

Gilgamesh snorted, his smirk widening. "Fashion won't save you in a fight."

"Maybe not," Yura replied, her voice dripping with confidence. "But I don't need fashion to handle someone like you."

Her confidence wasn't unfounded. Yura was a force to be reckoned with, a name that struck fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned players. As the first ranked black magician, she had earned her place through sheer skill and precision. Her control over debuffs and dark magic was unparalleled, and despite the inherent weaknesses of her class—low defense and insufficient attack power—she had climbed to the fifth spot on the unified rankings. Her reputation was well-deserved, and she knew it.

So how could Gilgamesh, whose name didn't even appear in the ranking system, possibly stand a chance against her?

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[Kill in the name of God Yatan]

Difficulty: Immeasurable

There is a foolish person who disturbs the sanity of Yatan Temple. You must defend the dignity of God Yatan and punish the blasphemous intruders.

Quest Clear Condition: Kill the attacker.

Clear Reward: The title 'Agent of Yatan Chruch.'

*Agent of Yatan Chruch: Faith +200, Health +800, Intelligent +50

You are an example to other believers after defending the dignity of God Yatan. God Yatan will bless you more, and the faithful will worship you.

Quest Failure: Level -1, Faith -100

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Yura felt a pang of sympathy for Gilgamesh. He was clearly skilled, but he had chosen the wrong target. She needed to clear this quest, and she couldn't afford to hold back. Without hesitation, she unleashed her magic.

Zuuuughhhheerrr!

A massive storm of dark energy surged toward Gilgamesh, its malevolent force tearing through the air. The spell was one of her most powerful, designed to overwhelm even the toughest opponents. Yura was confident it would consume at least 40% of his health, triggering the stun effect that came with such a devastating blow. And in those three seconds of vulnerability, she would deliver the finishing strike.

She had already observed Gilgamesh's resistance to ordinary debuffs during his earlier rampage, so she focused purely on raw attack power. This was her specialty—adapting her strategy to exploit her opponent's weaknesses.

BAAAAANGGGG!!!

The dark storm engulfed Gilgamesh, the force of the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Yura's eyes narrowed as she waited for the dust to settle, her hands already glowing with the next spell. But as the smoke cleared, her confidence wavered.

"It tickles~"

Gilgamesh's voice rang out, casual and mocking. He stood unscathed, his health bar barely dented. The smirk on his face was infuriating.

"How?!" Yura's beautiful face was marred in surprise after Gilgamesh came unscathed, with his health only decreasing a little.

In answer to her question, Gilgamesh simply shrugged. "Duh, do you think I came here unprepared?" He gestured to the sleek black armor covering his body, its surface gleaming faintly under the dim light

"How?" She asked again, her composure slipping for the first time. How can some armor easily deflect her attack? She had poured everything into that attack, and yet it had barely fazed him.

Gilgamesh tapped the chest plate of his armor, the sound ringing out like a challenge. "You're not the only one who knows how to prepare for a fight, sweetheart."

Yura's surprise quickly gave way to determination. She wasn't about to let a setback like this stop her. If brute force wasn't enough, she would have to rely on her ingenuity. Her mind raced as she considered her options, her hands already moving to cast another spell.

"You're tougher than I expected," she admitted, her voice steady despite the tension. "But don't think for a second that this changes anything."

Gilgamesh chuckled, his grip tightening on the hilt of his Black Greatsword. "Just for your information. My fist is rated E for everyone."

Gilgamesh then dashed forward at unbelievable speed despite using such a huge greatsword. Yura widened her eyes at such a sudden speed, that she hurriedly took a step back just before the greatsword split her into two. 

[The Tectonic Cleave of Black Greatsword has been activated!]

Suddenly, the ground beneath Yura's feet split open with a deafening crack, the earth itself seeming to come alive. The fissure widened rapidly, swallowing her before she could react. Her eyes widened in shock as she lost her footing, her balance failing her. She tried to cast a spell to stabilize herself, but it was too late—the ground had already claimed her.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Gilgamesh lunged forward, his Black Greatsword glowing with a faint, ominous light. He activated the skill embedded in the blade, his voice low and commanding.

"Earthbind!"

[Earthbind]

A skill attached to the Black Greatsword.

Immobilize the enemy for 2 seconds. The enemy that is trapped will receive 100% additional damage.

Skill Mana Cost: 200

The ground around Yura solidified, trapping her in place. She struggled against the bindings, but the skill's effect was absolute. For two seconds, she was completely vulnerable.

Gilgamesh didn't waste a single moment. He raised his greatsword high, the blade humming with power as he channeled his energy into a devastating finishing blow.

"Sayonara~"

Yura's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a defiant sneer despite her predicament. "I'm Korean, you fool."

"Hehe, that's the purpose." Gilgamesh chuckled, his grin turning even more mischievous as he watched Yura turn into gray light.