A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

And including Bray, members outside the "Mathematical Society" would probably not be able to recognize this discipline.

It's not as simple as hiding the door with illusions; the door simply doesn't exist in the world of those who aren't members of the "Mathematical Society."

Normally, Eric and Alice would never be able to find the location of the "Mathematical Society" hall in their entire lives.

Even if you find out the exact location, it won't work.

"Illusion?" Eric asked.

“No,” Bray said, hefting the sheathed longsword in his hand.

"That..." This was the first time Eric had encountered a situation he couldn't understand.

"Clang—" But Bray did not answer Eric, instead slowly drawing his sword from its sheath.

"Let's try it out with one strike." Bray gripped the dulled blade of his longsword expressionlessly, then covered his right eye with an eyepatch.

Keeping your right eye closed all the time is very troublesome, so covering it with an eye patch is the most convenient solution.

When his right eye completely lost its sight, it was as if his vision pierced through the darkness, through the pattern of the eye patch, and looked directly at the whole world.

A door, entangled with countless red threads, entered Bray's world of perception.

The door had no doors, but a dense network of red lines completely blocked the entrance.

Then, between the door and the line, there is a purplish-red engraved line.

The next moment, Bray swung his sword with a completely unpretentious move.

Without hesitation or doubt, the next move after raising the sword was to slash straight down along the engraved line.

But in Eric's eyes, he saw more than just an ordinary sword strike.

What he saw was the scenery in front of him cleaved by the sword blade, as if a mirror had been cut from the lower left to the upper right, the two halves of the scenery misaligned, and things completely distorted.

The next second, the scenery returned to normal, as if that scene was just an illusion.

But Eric was certain that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

As the scenery returned to normal, the walls collapsed, and a door appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

"..." Bray took off his blindfold and looked at the door that had suddenly appeared with some surprise.

It seems that from now on, I can take decisive action when faced with a problem.

"Looks like we can go in now." Although Alice was also surprised, she looked quite calm.

"Yes, we've cut a door through it," Eric said, sounding a little dazed.

"Is this the kind of thing you adventurers usually encounter?" Eric pointed to the door and asked Bray.

"What kind of thing?"

“A wonderful adventure.” Alice elaborated on Eric’s question.

"probably."

After exchanging a few glances, the three of them stepped directly into the other, dimly lit door.

But the floor beneath their feet wasn't the ground.

Immediately afterwards, they experienced a feeling of weightlessness and then plummeted straight down.

"I knew it would happen." These were Bray's last words before he fell.

It would have been unexpected for Bray to be able to go straight to the so-called "Mathematical Society" hall after entering.

If you think that what follows is Bray and the other two embarking on a grand adventure in the "Mathematical Society," you're being too naive.

Long before Bray found this place, the hall of the Mathematical Society had already been found by others.

And it seems they even caused quite a scene.

The adventure site was completely destroyed, utterly and completely wiped out.

Bray opened his right eye, but the dim light around him prevented him from seeing the scenery clearly.

However, he was not in a hurry. He calmly opened his new backrest and began to rummage through it.

It's quite amazing to find things in this fanny pack.

It's like looking for odds and ends in a warehouse, but it's just like a regular fanny pack—it's not troublesome at all.

It's a bit contradictory, but that's exactly what Bray's experience was like using this fanny pack. It truly is a marvel.

“Found it.” Bray muttered, pulling a small magic lamp from his pouch.

The magic stones in the lamp are enough to provide continuous lighting for several days.

After placing the lamp on the ground, he began to carefully examine his surroundings.

“This place must have been a maze before,” Eric said before Bray could figure it out.

They were surrounded by walls arranged in a complex manner.

However, a section of the wall was punched through by some kind of brute force, creating a hole.

Otherwise, judging by the way these walls are arranged, this place should be a maze.

It's quite normal to have to go through a maze before entering the "Mathematical Society" hall.

Regardless of how well-concealed that door is, it's still necessary to add an extra layer of security to prevent any accidents.

Just like Bray is now.

If the maze were still there, it would probably take him a very long time to find the right path, and besides, no one knows what strange things might happen inside the maze.

“But this maze has been damaged.” After being reminded by Eric, Bray also began to feel that the place he was in was like a maze.

"Someone must be coming." Eric hasn't found any more clues yet, but he can basically deduce that someone has arrived.

And they are people who have no good intentions towards the "Mathematical Society".

Although they have no right to judge others, after all, they also harbor ill intentions towards the "Mathematical Society".

“Let’s go, it’s better if someone clears the way.” Bray picked up the lamp from the ground and walked ahead.

“What a mess.” As Eric followed Bray, he observed the state of the maze more and more clearly.

The word "tragic" is the only way to describe it; you can see signs of damage just by walking around.

What kind of wild creature would treat this maze like this?

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If you successfully navigate the maze, you will arrive at a bright hall.

There are passageways in all directions of the hall, and rooms are located on both sides of the passageways.

Various types of rooms are available to meet the normal operation of an organization and to accommodate the large number of members within the organization.

The hemispherical sky in the hall is decorated with an oil painting, which abstractly depicts five people.

If Bray were there, he could barely recognize who the five people were drawing.

Marek originally gave the black ring to the five people.

Even after their deaths, the identities of those individuals within the "Mathematical Society" remained significant.

The painting depicts an inspiring story, but only those who don't know the real story will be inspired by it.

However, setting aside the irrelevant details, the story behind this statement is quite profound.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must maintain this world."

"The world is about to enter darkness, but as long as the soul never yields, the light will still remain in our hands."

All the murals combined are probably telling this kind of story and principle.

If the hemispherical dome hadn't been stained with blood like blooming plum blossoms, the artistic conception might have been even better.

The man Eric called "the wild guy" was now wandering around the hall, dragging someone with one hand.

“It’s such a complex structure, unimaginable, truly unimaginable.” Beatrix looked up at the dome.

The person in his hand didn't seem like a sandbag, but a living person.

"Where did the manpower and resources come from?" Betley seemed tired of dragging a person along, so he casually threw the person against the wall, among the other corpses.

The oil paintings on the dome contrasted sharply with the corpses strewn across the floor.

The image formed by flowing blood alone is enough to show how much malice Betley harbors towards the entire Mathematical Society.

For Beatrix, it didn't matter what the people in the "Mathematical Society" were thinking when they joined, what their ideals were, or whether they truly wanted to help this collapsing world.

It was an absolute mistake in themselves that they were members of the "Mathematical Society".

"Some guys prayed to their witch before you killed them, praying that she could protect the world in their place," Afrena said casually, examining her fingernails.

Actually, He wasn't moved by what the other party said about "protecting the world"; on the contrary, He felt a bit nauseous.

He didn't appreciate that affected attitude, but He just wanted to give Betley a piece of his mind.

"Protection? It's just a lie woven by some disgusting guy." Betley didn't care about Afrena's words.

Of course he saw it, of course he heard it, the sacred appearance of those "Mathematical Society" members before their deaths.

They probably all genuinely wanted to salvage Kapras's last glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, there is no hope in the "Mathematical Society," except for a conman named Marek.

"Right now, no matter what that witch says, these people will treat it as gospel."

“If they were told that if they were to die, everyone would be saved, they would do it.”

“If it’s that guy behind me… hah.” Betley sneered.

When desires are too strong or too correct, one tends to define oneself as correct.

"So, what about this girl?" When a girl came into view of Betley and Afrena, Afrena gave a subtle look.

"..." Unusually, Betley did not immediately make a move against the girl.

In Betley's view, cult members have no distinction of gender or age.

But he hesitated for the first time ever when the girl appeared.

The reason is simple: the girl looks very much like the child in the Betley pocket watch.

Of course, it couldn't be exactly the same, but it was so similar that it made Beatri hesitate.

Afrena had been with Betley for so long that she had at least caught a glimpse of the family portrait on his pocket watch; otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically asked such a question. "This was something Marek deliberately brought out to annoy me, wasn't it?" Betley said to Afrena, one hand supporting the girl's head.

No matter how you look at it, there can't be such a coincidence in this world.

It just so happens that there is someone who looks a lot like her younger sister, and it just so happens that they meet in the "Mathematics and Physics Society".

A series of coincidences, when put together, are no longer coincidences, but premeditated.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!! I'm going to kill you! You murderer! You scum!" The girl uttered the most vicious words in her childish voice.

Her murderous intent towards Beatrice was unleashed without reservation, the small dagger in her hand yearning to plunge into Beatrice's chest.

But she couldn't do anything to Betty; he simply pressed one hand against her forehead, and she couldn't do anything.

It cannot go left, it cannot go right, and it cannot move forward.

The dagger was so close to Betley, but that tiny distance became an insurmountable chasm.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

This person is a demon; he killed everyone without even blinking.

Everyone here is such a good person; no one has done anything wrong.

Why should we suffer such treatment? What right does this devil in a coat have to take our lives?

The people around the girl were all so gentle, a stark contrast to the ferocious beast before her.

"Well said."

“But it’s too noisy.” Betley looked at the girl coldly, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his bangs.

With just that one glance, the girl froze completely.

Just like a rabbit being watched by a wild beast, it doesn't dare to move at all.

"Is that guy Marek trying to make me laugh to death so he can inherit all my divine magic?" Betley grabbed the girl's head and threw her aside.