A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He hadn't seen any proper numerical values ​​in years, so he wouldn't be surprised even if the talkative goddess brought up the attribute panel.

Ultimately, as long as the talkative goddess doesn't drag herself into the space of the divine source, she can only type and it won't affect Bray's normal life.

He and Huang Jinzhong are not "friends". They may have a good relationship, but they are definitely not "friends".

Perhaps on the day the wall of the world breaks, the talkative goddess might be among the first batch of golden beings to break into Kapras.

Therefore, he didn't care what the talkative goddess was feeling or what her true attitude towards him was.

To Bray, the talkative goddess was nothing more than an unknown creature bound to the Appraisal spell.

Although every time we meet the talkative goddess, also known as "The Word Spirit Star Themifik", she is basically in human form.

However, He always covered the upper half of His face, so it is unknown whether "Word Spirit Star Themifik" is actually in human form.

Therefore, Bray would refer to Him as a "creature" rather than a beautiful girl or something similar.

He yawned and casually closed the Appraisal interface.

"?" Then he noticed the interface was still there, and the text was still changing.

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simple modular cabinet

The simple wooden cabinet, built by Blakelas, is not very practical.

Addendum: Haha, didn't expect that, did you! I can now control your spell! As long as your magic power isn't exhausted, you can only watch me type!

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"..." Bray reached out and grabbed at the void, trying to crush the interface.

Unfortunately, this was just a fantasy; he didn't actually have the ability to break his own spell with his bare hands.

Although he could use his sword to sever the nodes of his own spells... it just felt strange to cut off his own spells.

Bray sighed deeply. This talkative goddess had even more room to maneuver now. It seemed that using the Appraisal spell this time was a mistake.

We should leave this goddess aside and only come back to her after more than ten years.

By then, the talkative goddess should have lost interest in him, and Themifik wouldn't invest too much energy in someone like him, who was essentially an object of entertainment.

"Will it disappear when the magic is exhausted?" Bray looked dazed, then continued to bury himself in building his simple modular cabinet.

Modular cabinets are amazing; you can make multiple of them without any problems. They can even be used as beds when guests come over.

The talkative goddess said, "It will disappear when its magic is exhausted," but for Bray, it's "It will disappear when its magic is exhausted."

These are two completely different concepts.

It seems the talkative goddess forgot something very important: Bray's magic hasn't improved at all in the past ten years.

As long as he doesn't use his prosthetic eye, his total magical power will be pitifully low.

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soil

ordinary soil

Addendum: When you talk to me, don't ignore me! Let's chat for a hundred years! We can talk about anything. I'm a god, I know everything! Even if you keep switching screens, the interface will remain the same, so don't waste your time! I don't believe you can tolerate something so obviously displayed in your view.

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“It’s really unbearable,” Bray said casually.

There was no one else around, but Bray knew that Themifik could hear him, after all, that guy had been watching him for years.

Seriously... why do so many people love watching their daily and extraordinary moments?

Please give him some privacy.

“But this won’t last long,” Bray continued, hammering nails with a small mallet.

About two or three minutes later, the image from Bray's perspective started to become blurry and snowy, as if the signal was bad.

A few seconds later, the entire interface disappeared completely.

"Don't you think about how my magic power is only enough for three or four Appraisal spells... how can I withstand the drain of maintaining a spell for such a long time?" He shook his head. Could it be that the talkative goddess really isn't thinking straight?

It seems that even that silly, pink-haired girl at home is much smarter than him.

"Achoo—" Just then, a loud sneeze came from behind Bray.

"Who...who's talking about me behind my back?" Naruko touched her nose and looked around, as if that would help her find the culprit.

"..." Bray froze for a second, then pretended to continue doing his woodworking as if nothing was wrong.

It definitely wasn't him; he was complaining to Naruko's face, not behind her back.

"Naruko, clothes." With a gust of wind, Levy appeared and draped a coat over Naruko's shoulders.

Behind Levy was Nia, who was half asleep.

"Don't catch a cold."

"Ah, Levy really is an angel." Naruko wiped away imaginary tears with emotion.

"Naruko, do you want to play with Nia?" Levy asked.

"No, she's sleeping so soundly, let's not disturb her." Naruko squatted down and smiled as she looked at Nia's little face.

"..." Bray wanted to complain a bit. This was supposed to be a heartwarming scene, but he felt like something was off. "Dead fish eyes, you look really bored." Naruko squatted down next to Bray, who was doing carpentry, and looked him over curiously.

This wasn't the first time he'd openly stared at Bray like this.

I might have been a little shy before, but now I don't care at all.

“I’ll be busy soon,” Bray replied casually.

The reason you seem particularly free now is because you just chased away that troublesome brat.

It's likely that Bray will soon have something he'll have to do.

"I might have to go on a long trip by myself in a couple of days," Breton said to Naruko after a moment's pause.

"Will I die?" Naruko asked, tilting her head.

“No, but you never know.” Bray had initially wanted to say “no” definitively, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he changed his answer.

In this era, nothing is predictable; Bray might very well die in a desolate wasteland.

Although I don't want to die in the wilderness, I have to admit that it's a possibility.

"Don't you dare die, or I, Levy, and Nia will cry for you." Naruko said, pulling out a hair from her head.

"If he really dies, I won't see him cry anyway," Bray rolled his eyes.

"Here you go, this is a talisman I'm giving you." Naruko put her hair into the talisman, which she didn't know had been made at some point, and placed it in Bray's rough hands.

The amulet was in the style of the Eastern Continent. After all, Naruko herself was from the Eastern Continent, and many of her traditions came from there.

For example, amulets.

“Why did you add your hair?” Bray glanced at the protective shield, which contained a single pink hair.

"Because I'm so lucky, my hair might bring me good luck too."

“You’re not the legendary Qilin.” Bray pursed his lips, but still obediently put the amulet into his pocket.

In the legends of the Eastern Continent, there is a divine beast called the Qilin, which can bring good luck to people.

But no matter how you look at it, Naruko has nothing to do with Kirin.

Moreover, if we really trace its origins, the Qilin could probably be classified as a demigod, which isn't considered a good thing for lower-level species.

"Just take it, stop arguing, you stubborn tsundere." Naruko looked at Bray with annoyance.

After doing all this, Naruko quietly sat down on the edge of the wreckage, hugging her knees.

Meanwhile, Bray continued his carpentry work.

Given my limited carpentry skills, even making a simple cabinet would take a lot of time; it would probably take a whole day.

Then Naruko would sit here with Bray until dinner time in the evening.

"Ding-dong." The rhythmic tapping sound rang out continuously.

"Are you very free?" This time it was Bray's turn to ask.

"Yes, I'm quite free except for helping Nia with housework."

“…” Bray fell silent.

“This kind of life is definitely not for you,” he said softly.

“It suits me, but I sometimes think about my adventurous past,” Naruko replied.

“But any life I don’t dislike is suitable for me,” she continued.

She looked up at the sky, which was a mix of dreamy purple and eerie green.

There were no clouds, and the sun hadn't set yet, but the sky had already turned such a strange color.

From that day on, the sky was no longer monotonous in color.

Naruko was mesmerized for a moment.

The world changes very quickly; suddenly it becomes a wasteland.

However, for some reason, Naruko was not moved at all. Strangely, she was not moved in the slightest.

She felt she wasn't a sentimental person, and she thought it wasn't wrong for others to call her a "fool" or a "foolish woman."

Just a few days ago, she had pinned Bray down on top of her, panting and saying things like, "Bray, I can't hold back anymore."

But at this moment, he was puzzled by the fact that he "did not despair about the end of the world".

It's as if as long as that dead fish eye next to me is still there, I won't be afraid even if the sky collapses.

Why am I so confident in this guy? When did I start placing all my sense of security in him?

She gently rested her head on Bray's shoulder.

"Don't move your shoulder, it's really uncomfortable," Naruko muttered.

It was uncomfortable, but I felt at ease.

“I’m doing carpentry, how can my shoulders not move?”

"Hmm." Naruko gave a casual "hmm" and continued looking at the sky.

Actually, Naruko still longs for adventure, to see all sorts of things, and to meet all sorts of people.

An exciting life is something to look forward to.

That kind of life might be more fulfilling.

But Naruko herself doesn't dislike this peaceful life. She doesn't dislike these days of tranquility at all, even though she doesn't know when they will end.

How could anyone hate it? It's so wonderful, it's impossible to hate it.

"Brai, I don't want to die." Naruko rubbed against Bray's worn-out tire and said with a touch of longing.

“Yes, I know.” Bray’s mallet was still clanging.

But the rhythm is different now.

“However, I don’t want to live much longer either,” Naruko whispered in Bray’s ear.

A stray pink strand of hair fell onto Bray's clothes.

Naruko stopped looking at the sky and lowered her eyes.

“Yes, I know.” Bray’s words remained unchanged, only his tone softened slightly.

"I'm really strange, aren't I? So contradictory."

“Everyone has their quirks, you’re just one of them.” Bray said, his words hardly comforting, without stopping his actions.

"I don't hate this kind of life at all."

"I don't dislike it either."

"Brave, am I really that bad?" Naruko asked.

"You have many personal flaws: you're stupid, willful, too nice, horny, always showing off, and have an inexplicable self-confidence," Bray honestly listed out Naruko's shortcomings.