A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But you can't survive in this destroyed world by luck alone.

Just like this madman thought, in this era, it's not surprising that anyone dies; it won't surprise anyone at all.

For example, himself.

"Hmm... it's not moving?" After a while, he found that his magic vehicle was stopped in place and could not be moved. He kept pressing the accelerator but it didn't work.

Almost instinctively, he thought the magic vehicle had malfunctioned.

However, this magical vehicle is actually very good, exceptionally good.

The vehicle couldn't move forward simply because something was blocking it.

The wheels of the magic chariot were locked tightly by some tentacles, making it impossible for them to turn.

At the same moment, he felt as if something was pressing down hard on his heart.

It was a chilling sensation, a deep coldness that seemed to freeze his very soul.

Those tentacles were like octopus tentacles, covered with suckers.

All the tentacles originated from the inconspicuous figure in front of them.

She was a woman dressed in a magnificent robe.

No, is this really a woman? The stubble and feet peeking out from under the hem of that robe are not things a human should have.

"You lower races are really interesting, very fun." The woman spoke in a pleasant voice, but the terrifying way her eyes were darting around in all directions made it impossible to appreciate her voice.

The man who initially wanted to get off the bus was grabbed and hung in mid-air.

He struggled desperately, only to find it was all in vain... the strength was simply not on the same level.

"Why do you like to eat your own kind?" the woman asked in a gentle voice.

Just as the "Demigod Lord" said, humanoid form actually has many advantages; at least, the lower races relied on this form to occupy Kapras for so long.

Therefore, many silver-grade specimens prefer to use the lower-grade forms in normal times.

At the very least, this posture doesn't take up much space, nor does it appear excessively small, while still allowing the use of many basic body features and abilities.

"What...what are you saying?" The man instinctively denied what he had done.

"I advise you to release me immediately..."

"Feeling guilty? I can understand that." Faced with this guilty behavior, He said that He could completely understand it, after all, such things also happened among the Silver Seeds.

"I'm curious, if your essence were projected onto your body and soul, what would you become?" The woman remained gentle, without a trace of murderous intent.

Actually, not all Silver species like to cause destruction. Just like many people have no interest in killing ants, the same is true for Silver species.

But why did these gentle words send a chill down the man's spine?

Indeed, many Silver-ranked beings dislike cruel killing, but just as many people enjoy pouring water into an anthill to observe its phenomenon, there are also beings who enjoy doing similar things.

The concept of a woman "manipulating the essence of a world" is difficult to use in combat, but it is interesting to use it for other things.

"..." The man's mouth was tightly sealed by the tentacles, and he could only make muffled noises.

This silver-level creature didn't want to hear any of the other party's noise.

Many lower species become particularly noisy at such times; even if you don't intend to kill them, they will still wail and howl.

So the silver-haired one simply shut them up.

"Alright, so it's just a matter of a moment, don't be too scared," the woman said softly.

The man's struggles gradually subsided, and He then released all His tentacles.

On this desolate land, life and death are not the only two possible outcomes.

Often, death is better than life.

After the man fell to the ground, he did not show any signs of pain; his appearance simply kept changing.

His eyes were cloudy, and his skin gradually wrinkled, like a Shar Pei.

He lay prostrate on the ground, emitting incomprehensible roars; his voice was completely ruined.

His once robust physique gradually became thin and emaciated, as if he had been left out in the sun for days and nights.

This process is very quick, probably only about ten seconds.

The silver-type creature didn't do anything particularly complicated; it simply watched quietly as the man-eating creature slowly mutated.

He merely made this inferior species conform to its own nature.

The Silver Seed smiled with satisfaction. This was a new toy He had created. He wondered what special things would happen next.

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"Gurgle..." The emaciated, deformed monster crawled on the ground, emitting low growls.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry...

At that moment, all it could think about was hunger. It had forgotten how to write the word "hunger."

How do I walk? I've forgotten.

It only wants to satisfy its appetite and can forget everything else.

"Is this thing really interesting?" Jonathan stood near the monster, a look of disgust on his mask.

"What is this? A cannibal? A ghoul?" Jonathan didn't like this kind of thing at all, so he wasn't very excited.

Isn't this just utterly clichéd and pathetic zombies? You can find tons of these kinds of things in the "Wandering Tomb".

Jonathan simply couldn't accept the Silver Seed's aesthetic sense and his claim of "interesting."

"Roar!!!!!" After smelling the presence of a living person, the monster, contrary to its previous sluggishness, pounced on Jonathan like a tiger.

Jonathan used his cane to pierce the ghoul's throat and lifted it up.

"It's not good to destroy them, after all, they are their creation."

"Oh dear, this puts me in a difficult position." More than two years have passed, and nothing interesting has happened.

Just as Jonathan had predicted, after the apocalypse came boring days.

"Alright, alright, sir ghoul, I'm not your food." He said, then suddenly flicked his cane, sending the ghoul hanging from it flying far into the distance.

"Oh, that's far away." Jonathan shielded his eyes from the sunlight, gazing at the ghouls that were shrinking in the sky.

"Huh? Isn't that the direction of the capital... What a terrible direction, have a safe journey."

Seriously... what's so interesting about this? Bray was on his way back from the outer city to the inner city's safe zone, and he would inevitably pass by the place where the priest was, so he took the opportunity to have the two of them treated there.

Anyway, it won't take long. That's Father Thun... even if he's on his last breath, he can save you.

Of course, the premise is that it's not the kind where half of the body is missing.

"People live here?" Luo Shiqi looked incredulously at the only intact house in the ruins.

That's not actually the most surprising thing. What's truly unbelievable are the mountains of corpses piled up near the house.

What are those... demigods? No, no, no, how could that be... they're probably some giant monsters.

Luo Shiqi chuckled at his own naive thought that these were the corpses of demigods for a moment.

"Is it strange?" Bray was a little puzzled. Was it strange that people lived here?

Isn't that strange?

“Not surprising,” Brad replied.

Then Luo Shiqi seriously doubted whether there were some errors in his common sense.

“The priest here can treat you, and then you’ll be able to get to the safe zone.” Bray didn’t dwell on the question of “how could anyone possibly survive in a place like this?” and went straight to knocking on the door.

About two or three seconds after Bray knocked, Father Thun opened the door as usual.

After Father Thun opened the door, he immediately noticed the two unfamiliar people next to Bray.

“It seems he is badly injured,” Father Thun said to Bray.

"Well, if it's not cured, it'll die in a day or two," Bray said calmly, uttering extremely terrifying words.

In this desolate wilderness, if an injury isn't treated promptly, one will likely die very quickly.

Does the concept of infection actually exist in this world? This is indeed a very serious question.

However, if the wound is too severe and not treated, it will worsen and eventually lead to death.

Father Thun glanced at Bray helplessly.

"I'll bring you some food tomorrow. My family isn't particularly wealthy right now," Bray said, mistaking the priest's look for resentment.

The result was that the priest's eyes looked even more helpless.

“Take a deep breath,” Father Thun said to the two injured men.

Although Luo Shiqi and the other man didn't know why they had to take deep breaths, they did it anyway.

This man in priest's robes never gave off a bad impression.

After Father Thun saw the two do as instructed, he began to cast healing spells on them.

The bloodstains couldn't be removed, but the wounds on Luo Shiqi and the man were healing at a visible speed.

"Your bones are also injured, so be careful these next few days."

"Don't walk too fast, and you'll gradually get better within a week."

Of course, if these two people were to lie down, they could recover in four days, but these days it's a bit difficult to get someone to lie still.

Lying down and doing nothing is basically equivalent to waiting to die... At the very least, food can't be obtained for free.

"I'll give you some medicine in a bit. Remember to take a small sip each day." After saying that, the priest went into the house and took out two bottles of medicine.

Actually, herbs are very difficult to collect nowadays, so the materials used in Father Thun's medicines are not normal herbs.

Instead, it is made from materials derived from monsters, which can be tentatively called animal medicine.

Father Thun had actually considered taking some materials from the demigod's corpse to make potions, but it was just a thought; he hadn't been able to collect anything from it yet.

But it would be great if we could deal with it... The demigod's corpse was just too big, and it looked strange lying in front of the house.

Some demigods turn into sand and dust after they die, but some silver-level beings remain incorruptible after they die, lying there exposed to the elements.

"Here you go." The priest handed over the medicine.

After a long while, Luo Shiqi and the other person finally accepted the medicine, looking bewildered.

What they saw today exceeded their imagination, so they were still recovering from it for a long time.

"By the way, aren't you planning to go back and see her and the children?" Bray asked the priest, remembering something.

Two years have passed, and this isn't the first time Bray has asked this question, but each time, the priest remains silent for a long, long time, seemingly unable to answer it.

“We’re not going back.” The priest and Bray exchanged a glance.

In fact, it is not the priest alone who is able to guard this place.

Brey is also an option, as is Carrasco.

So why is it Father Thun who is guarding this place? Why should he bear all this alone?

Yes, no one has been able to give a definitive answer as to why.

If Father Thun had to give a reason, it would probably be—

Anyone who stays in this place has to give up everything else around them, so Father Thun chose to guard this place himself.

Selflessness? Perhaps.

But is it worth it? Probably not.

“I can’t just leave you sitting here alone, can I?” Father Thun noticed Bray’s gaze and said with a smile.

Your child is not grown up yet.

"If I have the chance... if I have the chance, I'd like to see how Nia is doing now."

“Actually, you can do whatever you want if you want,” Bray said.

“There’s no need to put her in danger,” the priest said.

"..." Bray suddenly fell silent, only nodding at the other party.