A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Are you afraid of the fact that you might disappear later?

"Not afraid."

Do you want to be reincarnated?

"It's not up to me to choose. I'm not one of those reincarnators who can choose freely. Besides, reincarnation means losing all memories, so nothing matters anymore."

Have you thought about what would happen if it wasn't you who died?

“It would be good if I died. It would be good to die for someone more important,” Beattie said with a smile.

"I've handed over the baton; it's none of my business who takes it from here on out."

......

This is the conversation that echoed through the graveyard when the gravedigger guided the spirit of a certain avenger.

"We have arrived at our destination. Where would you like to land?" Little Nick asked Bray, who was in his paws, over a town that had been reduced to ruins.

This time, Nick addressed Bray as "you" again.

Since the goal is to fully support Bray, all privileges are naturally enabled.

However, Little Nick hoped that he wouldn't have to blow himself up this time, since even the great Lord Nico Bolas would have to waste a lot of effort to repair him.

"Have we arrived yet...? Teleportation is really convenient," Bray said to Nick in a weak voice.

In the blink of an eye, Bray arrived at a place dozens of kilometers away from the capital.

The long-distance teleportation made Bray a little dizzy.

But it's not a big problem; at least it won't make him feel nauseous.

Bray stared with his right eye at the enormous figure below.

That was a huge scorpion, and it was his target for a moment.

Of course, its appearance is very different from what people imagine a scorpion to be.

His enormous pincers and four thick pairs of legs can be joined together in pairs to form a strong shield.

The pieced-together shield looked like the face of a demon.

Silver species come in all shapes and sizes, and their abilities are also incredibly diverse.

Occasionally, you'll encounter such imposing monsters.

“What is ability?” Bray muttered to himself.

"I can't tell yet." A clear, girlish voice echoed in Bray's ears.

"Don't know yet?" He lowered his right eyelid.

"Then it doesn't matter."

“Little Nick, just put me down like this,” Bray said to Little Nick above.

“I will follow your instructions, but are you sure you don’t want to rest before I put you down?” Little Nick noticed Bray’s brief discomfort after the teleportation and asked.

“No need, I’ll get used to it after a few more teleports anyway.” Bray shook his head.

There will probably be many more teleportations after this, so it's better to just leave it as it is and let yourself get used to it gradually.

"Well then, I wish you good luck in your fight," Little Nick said, releasing his claws.

Bray plummeted straight down, the oncoming airflow so strong that he could barely open his eyes.

For an ordinary person, breathing would be extremely difficult in such airflow.

However, Bray's breathing is somewhat unusual, so he wouldn't suffocate in this environment.

The height that Nick was standing at just now wasn't very high.

Therefore, within seconds, Bray was close to the ground and the giant iron scorpion.

The iron scorpion actually sensed something above it, but it didn't pay any attention to it.

He remained in the same spot, leisurely savoring the ruins of the building.

This silver creature's diet is very different from that of normal creatures; it needs to eat iron and stone.

That was a feeding system that intrigued researchers, but unfortunately, it's unlikely any researcher would be able to study a Silver species.

The more He eats, the stronger He becomes, and over the years, He becomes as indestructible as a mobile fortress.

Although its movements were not swift, the Iron Scorpion could easily overwhelm most Silver-tier enemies.

He had absolute confidence in his own abilities, which is why he was not surprised or alarmed by Bray's appearance.

It's just a black iron type.

Yes, it's just a black iron type.

As the black iron fell, it also drew the longsword from its sheath.

Bray narrowed his right eye, the tip of his sword pointing straight at a point on the back of the iron scorpion.

There are many solid things in the world, and Bray has encountered many of them.

Some might even have their own swords destroyed if they don't find a weakness.

But if you find that weak point, you can defeat that solid thing with the least amount of force and the simplest weapon.

Like this—

"Crack." A crisp, pleasant sound of the hard shell breaking rang out.

The cracks began to spread the instant Bray's sword struck the iron scorpion's back.

The entire scorpion was cracked open, and the sword sank into those cracks.

This iron scorpion is unusual; not only is its exoskeleton hard, but its interior is also as hard as rock.

Bray landed on the back of the Iron Scorpion and gripped the hilt of his longsword expressionlessly.

"Hiss—" The iron scorpion did not use language, but instead used the most primitive cry to vent its anger.

He did not yet understand his current situation, and had no idea why his back had split open.

Although His back does not have a shield like His hands and feet, it is definitely not made of paper.

"..." Just as He was about to use the concept, He was shocked to find that His power had been weakened to almost nothing.

The first time He faced the Black Iron race, He felt alarmed.

The moment the gap between demigods and mortals is narrowed is the moment when mortals can stand before demigods.

That's also the moment when the arrogance of the Silver race can be shattered.

Of course, Bray had absolutely no interest in shattering the pride of the Silver race.

He didn't have that perverse pleasure of watching someone who was once high and mighty suddenly fall into depravity.

From the moment he drew his sword until now, Bray has had only one very simple thought in his mind.

That means a quick victory, then moving on to the next location.

If this Iron Scorpion knew that he meant nothing to Bray, he would probably be even more furious.

"Squeak!!!" The iron scorpion's mouthparts emitted a piercing screech, as it attempted to spin its body like a top.

In this way, the louse-like black iron species will be thrown off, and it can then destroy the opponent with its majestic pincers.

Bray raised an eyebrow slightly after noticing Iron Scorpion's movements.

He simply took a deep breath.

Then, he channeled his inner energy into the longsword, causing the air to vibrate.

"Shatter." With a single, simple word, the sword pierced through the entire iron scorpion.

The blade pierced through the back, shattering both sides of the iron scorpion.

"Boom! Boom!!!!!" The loud noise exploded in several segments.

Countless hard fragments were scattered across the ruined town, smashing some walls that were originally intact.

But the iron scorpion did not die; it struggled and used its pincers to smash into Bray's position.

Bray twisted his wrist, and the blade traced a path.

The joint connecting the pliers was cleanly severed.

The excruciating pain caused the iron scorpion to writhe wildly.

"Boom!" The rumbling sound was like a tank rolling across the earth.

The iron scorpion was still struggling, but faced with its slow movements, Bray silently assumed a fighting stance.

"The first one is the last one." The last sword is merely the finishing touch.

As he finished his move, Bray casually wiped the dust and impurities off his sword, then raised his hand to beckon to Little Nick soaring in the sky.

As soon as Nick saw Bray's gesture, he quickly descended and hovered in front of Bray.

“Next place,” Bray said, sheathing his sword and grabbing Nick’s paw.

From its appearance to the slaying of the scorpion-like silver creature, the entire process took less than ten minutes.

Nobody knows exactly how strong Bray is right now, not even Bray himself.

But right now... the stronger the better. Swing the sword, slay.

He swung his sword again and killed again.

Bray is now not only fighting against the Silver race, but also against the same time.

He needed not only to kill the silver-ranked creature in front of him, but also to kill it as quickly as possible.

Before this, anyone who said they were thinking about how to quickly kill Silver-ranked enemies would definitely be called crazy.

But now, Bray is already doing just that.

Every sword strike was a full-force attack, with no intention of conserving energy; it was a race against time.

Thanks to the waist pack, Bray's physical strength is many times better than before.

That's why I was able to make the decision to do such a heinous thing.

Bray almost without hesitation emptied his physical strength and inner energy to swing his sword.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Soaked in sweat, his veins bulging, he slashed out with all his might with his black sword.

The broadsword struck heavily, slicing the silver-haired man in front of Bray from his abdomen down to his shoulder.

What exactly does this silver resemble? Bray couldn't find a reasonable analogy.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like a birch tree, a standing birch tree.

Even the broken edges are fibrous, so it's definitely wood or something.

Since it's wood—

"Lie still and behave yourself," Bray said in a deep voice. After sweeping across the enemy's body, his broadsword fell heavily to the ground, then drew an arc on the ground due to inertia.

Bray's pupils trembled, but his breathing remained steady.

"Seventeen," Bray said, giving himself a number.

In just over two hours, Bray killed seventeen Silver Seeds at an incredible speed.

Unfortunately, as time went on, Bray's speed in dealing with a Silver type became slower and slower.

Even if Bray's stamina can keep up, his limited internal energy cannot be replenished instantly.

The waist pouch can restore magic power, but magic power cannot completely replace internal energy.

In short, Bray's physical attributes limit his ability to fully utilize his skills.

Without this fanny pack, the restrictions would probably be even greater.

Even so, Bray's current achievements are enough to intimidate any Silver player.

Once this gets out, even the Silver Seers will have to be wary of Bray's existence.

“…” Bray stood still, head down, motionless.