A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Of course, Jonathan doesn't rely entirely on concept bombs, so he can still enjoy himself in this post-apocalyptic world.

“Of course I know that,” Gureed said.

Then he dragged Jonathan toward the edge of the magic circle.

“Mr. Goodeid, could you please be a little gentler? Although I am not Marek, I am still a person with two bodies.”

"By rounding up, we're practically acquaintances... Ouch, it hurts, the skin's broken, the skin's broken!"

"My little one's new clothes! They're going to get worn out!"

Amid Jonathan's screams, Gureed dragged him closer and closer to the edge of the magic circle.

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A few minutes later.

"So that's how it is! There's even such a thing! I'm incredibly impressed!!!" Jonathan's mask was filled with surprise.

However, what surprised Jonathan was nothing particularly remarkable.

"It's truly brilliant to let only the villain's hand be outside like this!"

Jonathan is now holding the cane with his right hand outside the magic circle, but he is still inside the magic circle.

Although he wasn't quite sure what was so amazing about it, he just felt it was incredibly powerful.

"Fire," Gurid said coldly.

He wasn't afraid of Jonathan's tricks; now he could understand the concepts just by feeling them.

If Jonathan's concept missile isn't what he wants, he'll immediately dislocate the other man's arm.

Even though he knew Jonathan could be reincarnated after death, it didn't matter; letting him experience death one more time was fine.

"Before I start working for free, may I ask you a question?"

“Oh, I know you don’t want to answer, Mr. Goode, so I’ll continue.”

"Mr. Goodeid, what is the purpose of your pursuit of so many things that contain mental images or special rules?"

"It's all for getting stronger! It really is for getting stronger!!"

"However, there's another question I don't understand. Mr. Goodluck, what is your reason for needing to become stronger?"

"Fate is such a thing—"

“No matter how strong you are, you can’t escape it. I know this all too well.” Jonathan’s mask showed an exaggeratedly large smile.

Before I knew it, I was in chatterbox mode again, but honestly, being a chatterbox is great.

The chain of fate has nothing to do with strength, no matter how strong you are, or how much you want to break free from the trajectory of fate.

But in the end, we are still walking step by step on the path of fate.

They are often unaware of this.

"The trajectory of fate? Hahahaha, wasn't there already a scumbag who's dead?" Gurid's previously calm expression vanished, and he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

His eyes were distorted, as if countless spirals were spinning in his pupils.

He pulled out his gun and pressed it against Jonathan's forehead.

“What I want to leave is not ‘fate,’ but the predetermined fate, do you understand?” When Gureid spoke, it felt to Jonathan like a venomous snake was hissing in his ear.

That's terrifying.

"Also, you're half right that I'm looking for these things to become stronger."

"Besides wanting to be stronger, there's another reason—"

"I'm hungry." Goode's tone was insane, like someone who had escaped from a mental hospital.

Goodeid's greed is insatiable; searching for such things is merely one aspect of satisfying his "greed."

"Wow! Wow wow wow!!!!!!!!! A complete madman! That's amazing!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"Shoot." Gurid's tone turned icy the next moment, as if his previous madness had been an illusion.

But his words still lingered in Jonathan's ears.

“Okay, sure!!!” Jonathan responded with unusually quickness, just like a waiter.

The end of his cane opened, and then—

The gun was pointed at Gureed, and a concept bullet was fired directly.

"Here is the concept bomb you requested. Please sign for it." Jonathan maintained his smile on his mask, his tone unusually light.

"So many good things have happened these past few days, it's wonderful." Jonathan said cheerfully, "Haha, I was originally planning to blow your head off with a shot, but it seems I was overthinking it."

Goodeid's expression was grim as he blocked Jonathan's concept missile with his hand.

Jonathan did indeed use the concept bomb to help Goode reappear in its original location after the complete destruction.

You should know that Jonathan is the most honest and trustworthy person.

However, Jonathan had not agreed on where this concept missile was to be launched.

This means that there would be no problem even if Jonathan shot at Goodrid.

Goodrid's left hand was pierced by a bullet.

However, Jonathan's concept bullet ended up stuck in Goodeid's finger.

The powerful bullet failed to advance any further.

"Shh—" The concept bomb did not remain in Gurid's palm and quickly turned into dust and disappeared into the air.

Once the concept bomb "exploded," the effects were successfully activated.

Gurid had achieved the result he wanted, but the process made him extremely unhappy, very unhappy.

Although I had expected the Joker to trick me, it was still really unpleasant to actually be tricked.

"You think I really won't do anything?" Good said, pulling out his magic gun and shooting the clown in the forehead.

The hard mask was useless against Gurid's bullets.

The bullet easily pierced the mask, but... no blood splattered, and there was no scream, leaving it unclear whether the bullet had actually hit Jonathan's forehead.

"Of course I know Mr. Goodeid dares." Jonathan was still pinned to the ground, completely at his mercy.

Even though things have come to this, Jonathan's tone revealed a hint of pleasure. Could this guy be a masochist at heart?

“Hey!” Jonathan shouted, then continued firing at Gureed.

"Hehehe!" Jonathan's cane, which was clearly just a cane, was firing bullets continuously like a machine gun.

Gullid's face was as cold as frost as he faced Jonathan without flinching or dodging.

At that moment, the scene became quite subtle.

One guy was stepping on someone else, and the other guy was being stepped on. Neither of them did anything; they were just exchanging gunfire.

Goodreed was riddled with bullets from Jonathan, but so was Jonathan.

Of course, Jonathan not only fired shots there, but he also kept shouting "hehehe".

The shouting irritated Gurid, and his eyes grew increasingly like those of a snake or an eagle.

"Enough," Gurid said coldly, then fired a shot at the empty space above his head.

Gunshots echoed, and shadows gradually enveloped the surroundings.

Jonathan's smile froze, and he finally stopped firing, suddenly becoming alert.

This is a sign that Gurid is about to unfold his mental image.

Don't be fooled by how happily Jonathan can shoot back and forth with Gullid now; he knows that once his opponent opens up his mind, his own happiness will be overtaken.

“That’s no fun, Mr. Goodeid.” Jonathan, covered in blood, sighed deeply.

He was riddled with bullets just like Gureed, but what methods he used remains a mystery.

"No one will want to have a proper, satisfying battle with you if you act like this!"

“In that case, those thrilling battle scenes will never happen to you!” Jonathan said, twisting his wrist as he held the cane.

"This is my final warning. Farewell!"

“Your body is inside the magic circle, don’t even think about it,” Gurid said, frowning.

Jonathan was aware of this, of course, so he simply abandoned his body inside the magic circle.

"Bang!!!!!" The bullet from the cane's gun barrel wasn't aimed at Gurid, but at his own shoulder.

Jonathan, who was unharmed after being shot for a long time, had his right arm severed from his body with a single shot.

A large amount of blood mist obscured Greed's vision.

"..." Gurid suddenly realized something and instinctively fired in a certain direction.

Even if your field of vision is blocked, you can still sense the movements around you.

Something is moving at high speed.

"Tch..." Unfortunately, the shot was dodged.

With a severed arm and a cane, he nimbly hopped across the wilderness, managing to dodge Gureed's precise shot.

It was like some kind of creature with a missing arm.

From the wound on the severed arm, something resembling a balloon was constantly inflating, as if someone were blowing air into a deflated balloon.

Before long, with a "pop," the severed arm popped out, leaving Jonathan's complete body.

Jonathan, pressing down on his hat, tapped his feet and disappeared into a tiny black dot in less than a second from Goode's sight.

The mental world unfolded completely, but at this moment Jonathan was almost out of range.

"Die." Gureed squinted and fired a shot at Jonathan.

"Clang!" This time, the bullet was easily blocked by a huge demigod monster that suddenly appeared behind Jonathan, scattering a lot of sparks.

Jonathan would never put himself in an extremely dangerous situation, as he did just now, or even now.

Oh dear, the clown isn't fearless; he's just always well-prepared.

He won't die, so he's not afraid; he'll still be afraid of anything that can kill him.

Like a white-clad swordsman.

Jonathan's bodyguards were always there; they just didn't let him show up at the beginning.

After all, he wanted to see what was particularly interesting.

“Well then, goodbye. You gave me a very nice look.” Jonathan jumped into the air, spun halfway around, took off his hat, and said gratefully to Goodid.

"See you next time, but I wonder if that next time will be a year later? Or three years from now?"

"Anyway, the current state of the world is pretty boring, so everyone should take a good rest."

The clown's voice gradually faded, his figure blurred, and he disappeared completely in the distorted air.

"..." Gurid stared at the corpse at his feet, which was slowly deflated like a punctured balloon, and remained silent for a second.

"Bang! Bang bang!!" As if to vent his anger, he fired several shots at his feet.

Well... Jonathan did indeed use the concept bomb to restore the two things Goody needed.

Jonathan is right when he says the world is pretty boring these days.

Many things are already set in stone, and there won't be any more dramatic upheavals...

For a very, very long time, everyone will get used to living a different kind of life.

If you had to describe Greed in one word, it would probably be "the new world".

No matter how ironic the word might sound, Kapras had indeed become a new world for the Dark Iron race—a new, cruel world. Bray struggled to open his eyes, only to be met not with bright sunshine, but with the sight of a massive wolf's head.

So that's how it is. He must be dreaming right now, or he was killed by Umkandal and ended up in a hellish place.

However, Bray didn't think his character was worthy of hell.

So this must be the underworld?

The surroundings were somewhat dim, yet not oppressive, thanks in large part to the constantly dancing fluorescent lights.