A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Naruko has countless flaws, which may even make many people dislike her.

A girl like that probably won't have many fans.

Girls like princesses, girls with few flaws, would be liked by many people.

But Bray finally stopped what he was doing and let Naruko lie in his arms.

He didn't do anything particularly gentle; he just glanced at Naruko casually.

“But none of that matters.” He tidied Naruko’s messy hair.

What exactly does it matter to Bray? Naruko felt it was no longer important.

Naruko turned around to make herself more comfortable.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked.

"beef."

"No, it's too expensive."

"beans."

"So cheap."

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Levy held Nia in her arms and sat at the doorway, watching Bray and Naruko's backs in the afterglow of the sunset.

“We’re a couple 0V0” Levy said to Nia.

“Husband and wife~” Nia repeated.

Levy's tail swayed gently. For some reason, she was so envious of this scene, so envious of Naruko.

In this rusty era, many people are searching for the light that has not been tainted by rust.

They all hoped that the next day would bring them something to boast about and something that would make them happy.

They didn't even know what they were praying for, hoping that the things that were causing them pain would end soon.

Bray's solitary shadow stretched endlessly across the desolate land.

The sun in the sky, which didn't seem very bright, shone lonely on Bree.

Bray sped across the sand on the motorcycle he had just bought.

Actually, he really wanted to rent, not buy, but people these days are so cunning that they won't rent at all.

Who knows if this thing will come back the day after it's been lent out?

Even if they offer to compensate others, they won't agree. In this situation, who can act as a guarantor?

Left with no other option, Bray had to buy the motorcycle at full price.

However, if the car is in perfect condition... it's not impossible to sell it back at a loss.

This kind of transaction is extremely deceptive, but we have no choice but to accept it.

The wind lifted Bree's old, patched-up clothes and ruffled his bangs.

This time, Bray was going on a "long trip".

Because he has now left the capital region a short distance away.

With the ability to restore magic through "Uranus's Backpack", Bray is essentially on unlimited range, allowing the motorcycle to speed along at breakneck speed.

Of course, if Bray takes off his pouch, just like a few days ago, even using Appraisal won't last long.

But even if he had the ability in the past, he wouldn't have rashly run such a long distance.

Firstly, there's not much need for it, and secondly, the capital might be bombed at any time.

When you live far from home, there's always an indescribable feeling, a subtle sensation you wouldn't have before you left.

However, this time, Bray had no choice but to go on this long trip.

It is now quite clear that a Silver-ranked individual has its eye on the Imperial Capital Safe Zone.

It's not that things will be fine in the capital just because He doesn't enter the safe zone.

If that guy keeps keeping an eye on the Imperial Capital's safe zone, then every person who comes out will be in trouble.

Over time, the resources within the Imperial Capital Safe Zone will become insufficient.

The capital's safe zone is not yet self-sufficient and still needs resources from the ruins.

It may take another two or three years before we can truly achieve self-sufficiency.

Even now, life within the safe zone still depends on adventurers who venture out to explore.

With a candy cigarette dangling from his lips, Bray drove his motorcycle expressionlessly, leaving deep tracks in the sand.

"This guy, he's staying in a really remote place," Bray muttered, sucking on a candy.

Bray's goal this time was quite simple: to kill this Silver Seed.

There were no touching stories, no deep-seated hatred, and no one even asked him to fight the Silver Race.

No one knew that he could or would defeat the Silver Race.

Bray came over simply because it was necessary.

This was a long-awaited, truly solo adventure.

Of course, in the end there won't be any treasure, just a rather boring fight.

Even Bray himself was tired of fighting; to him, it was really boring.

This won't get him excited, and becoming stronger won't make him particularly thrilled.

For Bray, fighting was something that was dispensable.

Unfortunately, many things in this world cannot be resolved without fighting, and it is impossible to survive smoothly without fighting.

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Inside a cave, there are countless crystals that are constantly changing color, making the entire cave interior look colorful.

In fact, such scenery can only be described as eye-catching, but not as beautiful.

But the silver-haired people living in this place really like this ever-changing color scheme.

The demigod who turned cannibals into deformed monsters had his lower body submerged in a small pool of water.

The water in this pool was probably accumulated by dripping from the stalactites above.

The upper body is that of a beautiful woman, but the lower body still retains the tentacles of the original body.

He took this form so that he could possess both flexible hands and his powerful tentacles.

Moreover, human posture is indeed quite pleasing to the eye, and His aesthetic sense has something in common with that of lower species.

He also felt that wearing various clothes would look especially good, just as he was captivated by the changing colors of the cave. This demigod loved things that were "beautiful".

He believed that beautiful things also possessed various "essences" of existence.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight." The one who spoke was not the demigod whose lower body was tentacled, but another demigod in the form of a woman.

He has short, light-colored blond hair and a complete human form.

This demigod gives people a very beautiful and illusory feeling, and it is intriguing to know what His true form is.

"It's a pity, I should leave this place." This dreamlike demigod is named Camilleland.

He appreciated the lower species' demeanor even more than the silver species before him.

Disdain for their abilities does not contradict admiration for their unique demeanor.

These lower species have exquisite clothing, and they feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction when they use it to adorn themselves.

Camilleland and the Silver Seer in front of her both liked these things, so they had a particularly good relationship. Camilleland was here as a guest today.

But now it's time to leave.

Despite her reluctance, Camilleland had things to do, very important things.

"Welcome to come again next time. Please show me more of your work next time."

“Of course, I’d be happy to share my work.” Camille Lant smiled and gracefully disappeared from the cave.

"What a rare find to find a kindred spirit." The silver-colored creature with tentacles on its lower body sighed in a pleasant voice, resting its chin on its hand.

Only a small minority of Silver-ranked individuals appreciate this attitude of the lower-ranked individuals, even though it is clearly like a work of art. Why don't they understand this?

However, he was already very content to have met a kindred spirit.

If the other party could understand the art of distorting "essence," that would be even better, and then gradually fell silent.

A long time passed before the demigod finally moved and yawned.

Before you know it, you fall asleep standing up. Developing a habit of excessive sleepiness is really not good.

Not only Him, but most Silver Ones are like this; in order to survive the long years, they have all developed the habit of sleeping.

But now is not the time to sleep. The world is quite interesting now that the Silver Seeds are free.

He casually plunged his tentacles into the pool and pulled out an unconscious orc.

That's right, the orc is not dead, he's still alive and well.

There were many more people below the pool.

"Let's see what kind of work of art you are today." The silver-haired being looked at the unconscious orc with eyes full of "love." If someone didn't know better, they would probably think it was looking at a lover. The demigod, whose lower body was tentacled, awakened the orc who had been rolled up.

The orc appears to be a male lizardman with dense scales.

He shook his head, trying to clear his head a little.

Once he truly regained consciousness, he wished he had never woken up at all.

"It seems to be in good health; it's wonderful that it hasn't spoiled," the demigod said in a gentle voice.

If it weren't for the thick tentacles on its lower body, this lizardman probably wouldn't have been so afraid.

"What exactly are you..." The lizardman was about to ask a question instinctively when the demigod covered his mouth.

"Shh, I don't like little babblers who talk too much nonsense." His tone was still gentle, but his eyes made people's hearts tremble.

He could have easily projected the essence of this lizardman into a tangible form, but He did not act rashly.

Previously, in the wilderness, there wasn't much time to meticulously craft it.

This is different; He can carefully consider how to make the lizardman's appearance exactly the same as the essence of that soul.

"Oh, he seems to be a rather honest man, and a little bit mercenary," He muttered to himself.

"It doesn't have any special features, but that's okay. Your essence can be understood more deeply."

The lizardman was completely uninterested in the demigod's string of words; he only wanted to escape the clutches of evil.

He was one of the few orcs living in the safe zone of the royal capital. Not long ago, he risked his life to go out in search of resources, but he was captured.

"Let me think about how to make it more interesting. Camilleland's works are so exquisite, I need to be more exquisite too." Every word exuded a chilling aura, contrasting sharply with His gentle expression.

The "interesting" uttered by the Silver Clan is not much different from the "interesting" uttered by normal people.

What they did was not much different.

For example, a certain ancestral dragon was also a homebody, just like a person.

The only difference is that the objects of some of the Silver species' preferences have changed from ordinary things to lower-level species.

There is no right or wrong, cruelty or kindness in this.

All that exists is a distorted reality.

If you say right and wrong, then where is the right and where is the wrong? If you say cruelty and kindness, then what is cruelty and what is kindness?

Yes, there are different ideas, but they are simply based on different perspectives.

Just because you stand in a different place, you will see and think differently.

Bray understood this perfectly, so he didn't care too much about the details when it came to his sword; he just used whatever he felt like.

I don't have any grand principles; I just do what I think I should do and cut down what should be cut down.

Just as the Silver Seeds are doing things that they absolutely have no problem with, Bray also feels that there will be no problem with what he is doing.