Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

Kripps stared in astonishment at the vast difference in strength between himself and the beast, unable to understand why he hadn't even been able to hold off the beast for a moment before being defeated so easily.

A sensation of coldness and warmth flowed down his chest—the cold rainwater and the warm blood flowing through his body, dripping onto the ground.

The torrential rain lashed at him, diluting the strong smell of blood and washing it away like water.

The flowing blood and the rushing water seemed to be telling him that it was his life that was gradually slipping away.

My hands and feet gradually grew cold and I lost strength.

Kripps was feeling increasingly weak and his mind was fogging up, telling him that he was slowly heading toward death.

Unlike the feeling of death that Kripps had imagined, even though his heart was pierced through his chest by the dragon's fangs, he did not experience the pain he had expected.

Or perhaps the pain had already exceeded the limits of what a person could feel, to the point that he could not feel it at this moment, the pain of directly approaching and facing death.

Looking at the "Doctor" who was looking down at him with indifference, Kripps finally understood a fact.

From beginning to end, he was never taken seriously by the "Doctor".

He had always viewed everything from a superior perspective, but he mistakenly believed that he could stop this most formidable and terrifying dragon, which led to his current predicament.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that "doctor," everything I had done was as foolish as he said.

Kripps didn't know what he was really feeling; perhaps he felt a little bit of regret at that moment.

Even though he had fallen to such a state, Kripps still believed that if he were given another chance, he would probably do the same thing again.

More than regret, Kripps felt that he was more resentful than resentful.

He was unwilling to accept that all his efforts were nothing more than a foolish struggle in the eyes of the other party, unwilling to accept that the belief he held in his heart was only this much, and even more unwilling to accept that he had not been able to buy more time for his son.

He had said this to his son countless times.

This world will not let down those who hold firm to their beliefs.

But the world often seems to enjoy fooling those who hold firm to their beliefs.

More often than not, those who harbor flames and beliefs in their hearts will only have their passions extinguished by the cold reality, just as they will die silently in this rainy night.

Looking at the "Doctor" whose gaze had never wavered in the slightest, Kripps reluctantly reached out his hand, wanting to get even a little closer to the man's figure.

But having already lost all his strength, even raising his hand became incredibly difficult for him.

He could only tremble as he raised his hand, wanting to touch the figure in pure white robes, so different from the blood-stained one.

"It's really... not reconciled..."

With forced words and a strained smile, Kripps raised his hand and left behind these words.

He completely lost his last bit of strength, and his dim eyes lost all their luster at that moment, marking the end of his life.

The "Doctor," who had witnessed Kripps's foolish struggle from beginning to end, showed no emotion whatsoever regarding the outcome.

He looked at the result with indifference, as if he had crushed an insignificant ant, and it didn't deserve his attention.

As for those who defy him, he, who considers himself superior to humans and places himself in another extraordinary realm, will never give a second glance to those who refuse his charity.

Especially someone like Cripps, a lowly, ungrateful rat who rejects himself.

As he watched Kripps' body walk towards death before his eyes, "Doctor" simply offered a calm assessment of the result of the man's all-out effort before him.

"A boring and pointless folly."

After saying that, his gaze drifted to the distant, seemingly endless bridge.

The son of the man who escaped under the cover of Kripps's foolish actions.

All of Cripps's actions seemed meaningless to the "Doctor," because if he wanted to catch the runaway boy, he could do so anytime.

Perhaps the escaped white mouse took something from him, but that was just his deliberate indulgence.

If he wanted to, all the sacrifices Kripps made would be a joke in his eyes.

It was as if the beast had killed his son as it had killed Cripps.

However, as a scholar, he disliked such rude and barbaric practices.

He glanced at the corpse that Kripps had left behind.

Perhaps it was Kripps's foolish actions that piqued his interest, or perhaps it was his desire to make the most of the available materials and maximize their potential.

This led him to a new experiment and idea: he intended to squeeze every last bit of value out of Kripps, which was also another best way to deal with the aftermath.

He wanted to make Kripps personally deny everything he believed in, including the son he wanted to protect no matter what.

Nothing is more despairing than having someone deny everything they've protected.

Upon thinking of this, a twisted and manic smile appeared on the "Doctor's" calm face, and then his gaze fell on the terrifying beast beside him.

As a spirit created by him using the remnants of a demon god, possessing the power to manipulate 'dreams,' it wanders between dreams and reality.

This monster, created from a dragon, has, to some extent, the ability to digest reality and devour dreams due to his interference. If this power is used properly, it might be able to create some interesting results.

This made him look at Kripps's body and think about how to dispose of it.

The "Doctor" took out a special core containing immense power. The core emanated a powerful sense of oppression and terror, even from the lingering monsters of the "Death Warriors".

Even upon seeing the deep purple core, their primitive intelligence still revealed expressions of fear.