A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Yes, it seems that He has been going astray.

It's not that He can't enter the safe zone, but the concept of the safe zone restricts most demigods, causing them to instinctively resist entering that place.

Camilleland could not only go in, but could even walk in with great pomp and circumstance.

Other silver-level players usually enter in their usual way or arrogantly to attract attention.

But what if Camilleland walked in quietly?

Let alone ordinary people, even Bray might not know that a Silver-ranked individual has openly walked into the safe zone.

The safe zone is no longer resistant to outsiders entering; in fact, it would love to have a large number of people.

The large number of deaths made it impossible to carry out many things.

Therefore, although there are checks at the security perimeter, they are very brief.

You can even walk to unguarded areas and enter the safe zone directly from the edge.

The prerequisite is that the silver-blooded one can let go of the arrogance that is deeply ingrained in his bones.

The Silver race has never given a second glance to the lower races; forcing them into the safe zone like this is pure torture.

If they wanted to enter, they could simply use their true forms to ram in without needing to transform, but doing so would be pointless.

Originally, if the Silver Race hadn't wanted to "exterminate" the lower races, they wouldn't have needed to destroy the cities of those lower races.

The situation in Kapras is now settled; crushing lower species is no longer meaningful.

But Camilleland's intentions weren't destruction.

He simply needed to find some good-looking lower species and make them into clothes.

"Are you asking me to disguise myself and go in? Are you asking me, a demigod, to condescend to disguise myself and enter the territory of a lower species?" Camilleland narrowed her beautiful eyes, her tone seemingly less than gentle.

Jonathan's words made a lot of sense, but he was also challenging the arrogance of the Silver race.

No, actually, what the Silver type has in its bones is not just arrogance, it can be described as pure haughtiness.

“I am not so arrogant as to think I can interfere with your choices,” Jonathan said casually, standing on the table Camilleland had prepared for him.

He wasn't nervous at all, nor was he afraid of what the other person might do to him.

“I was just offering a suggestion.” After saying that, Jonathan even raised his wrist to look at a watch that wasn’t actually there.

"Oh, it's getting late. There's nothing around, it's easy to lose track of time," the clown said, shrugging.

“I would love to see you dance a waltz with your favorite clothes again next time.” He conjured a cane out of thin air, then waved it and jumped off the table.

This time, Jonathan didn't lose his balance comically like before.

Instead, they walked through the void as if it were flat ground.

Was he simply used to this void, or was he just playing around from the beginning?

The person who knows the answer knows only himself.

Camilleland glanced at the table beside her; the edge of the table shattered and then reformed into countless pieces of paper.

At some point, Jonathan's neat tailcoat disappeared without a trace from this space.

Just as Camille Land was unaware of how the clown had arrived, she also had no idea how he had left.

Is this the kind of human that Umkandal needs?

Camilleland couldn't help but feel wary of the guy.

No matter how wretched or ridiculous the clown's performance may be, it cannot dispel this strong sense of vigilance.

But what Jonathan said to Camille Lant was very tempting.

Camilleland wasn't actually that concerned about the arrogance of the so-called higher species; her words were merely a test of this fearless human.

Unfortunately, they were unable to find out anything.

Rather than being arrogant, he was quite willing to humble himself for the sake of art.

Ah, actually, the Silver race doesn't really have any status to speak of. Above the demigods, there are true gods who cannot be defied.

After pondering for a quarter of an hour, Camille Lant waved her slender hand, and a hole appeared in the void, leading directly to the outside world.

Wearing his new clothes, He lightly stepped across the enormous void and leaped into the real world.

Then that space completely disappeared the moment He stepped onto the ground.

However, the clothes He was wearing were rather ornate, completely out of place in the wasteland.

"If I go into the lower-level world like this, they'll probably immediately notice something's wrong," Camille Lant murmured, looking at her magnificent long dress.

Although He Himself was filled with joy when He admired the garment.

But as expected, this outfit wasn't quite right.

Yes, He was persuaded by Jonathan's words and therefore chose to act.

Moreover, He was exceptionally quick to act; as soon as Jonathan left, He followed right behind.

Camilleland looked slightly bewildered for a moment, because she hadn't yet figured out what to do.

How exactly can I sneak in?

Camilleland looked around at the gray ground and the murky liquid that looked like a swamp.

Those murky liquids were certainly not sewage or anything like that.

Camilleland immediately recognized it as a product of the other silver species concept.

He stared at the murky "muddy water" for a long time, then hesitated as he examined his long dress.

Camilleland frowned, seemingly wondering what He was thinking.

But this expression didn't last long. He leaped up and plunged into the "muddy water," soiling his long dress.

After she climbed out of the "muddy water," her long dress was covered in black soot, and her once elegant long hair was a bit messy.

"..." Camilleland walked out of the mud without expression.

It looks dirty, and the once-beautiful clothes have been ruined like this...

Camilleland felt uncomfortable all over, with an inexplicable sense of depression.

---

"Wait a minute, where did you come from?" A guard at the edge of the safe zone pointed his magic gun at the newcomer.

She was a woman covered in dirt, but judging from the style of her long dress, she was originally a very wealthy and noble person.

However, in this era, are there still people who are truly wealthy and powerful?

That's suspicious...

“I…I’m from outside,” the woman said in broken Common.

This woman was none other than Camille Lant.

He almost instinctively wanted to erase the guards blocking his way, but he quickly calmed down.

What's the difference between this and Him barging in in His true form...? He came to choose His own artwork.

"May I go in?" He took a deep breath and spoke gently to the guards. Although the process was a bit complicated, Camilleland eventually managed to enter the safe zone smoothly.

There is absolutely no way a normal person could tell that Camille Lant is a Silver race.

Wearing shabby clothes was already a terrible price to pay for Camilleland.

However, Camilleland did not choose to wash herself clean immediately.

Although He could change into a completely new set of clothes, doing so would be far too conspicuous in this safe zone.

Camilleland observed with curiosity the place where this group of lower species lived.

How should I put it? It wasn't very interesting, but it was a fresh environment for Camilleland, who was a Silver-ranked being.

Camilleland wasn't in a hurry and casually strolled around the safe area.

The others ignored Camilleland's actions.

Most people are busy making a living and can't find a moment of leisure.

There is no room for idleness here; any laziness is tantamount to death.

"This... is alright."

"Um, it's not that great."

"Isn't there one even prettier?"

Camilleland muttered to herself the whole way, but didn't do anything out of line.

He wasn't there to carry out a massacre; taking a few pretty women would be enough.

For Him, this was probably just a giant clothing store...

Each of the lower species is worth the same as a piece of clothing.

Of course, no one around Camille Lant knew what was going on, and they continued to live as if nothing was wrong.

No one knew that a terrifying demigod was roaming right beside them.

This is the safe zone, and for many people, the safe zone is a symbol of the word "safety".

Anyone with a modicum of sense understands that this is an illusion.

However bold the speculation, no one would have imagined that such a world-destroying monster would secretly enter the safe zone.

In people's minds, demigods only roar and trample everything around them with their huge bodies.

Camilleland's attitude was something they had never even imagined.

In reality, not only Camilleland, but almost every demigod has the ability to change their appearance.

Transforming into a human, an elf, or even an orc is a simple matter.

And so, people lived day and night in fear of the demigods, who were now roaming happily in the safe zone of the capital.

---

After investigating and uncovering the truth, Bray and Roxanne returned.

They returned earlier than Camilleland entered the safe zone.

When Bray returned, he "opened" his eyes and looked around the entire safe zone.

Unfortunately, he used his mental image too early, perfectly coinciding with Camilleland's entry into the safe zone.

This subtle coincidence seems more like a deliberate act.

It's almost as if this unexpected plot was deliberately created to make things more unpredictable.

Using his inner eye to carefully observe the entire safe zone was a very mentally taxing thing for Bray; otherwise, he wouldn't have done it when necessary.

Bray's cunning isn't like Whiteface's, which can be used from beginning to end.

However, Bray also wondered if he would end up like Whiteface, forced to constantly use his inner cunning to reach the same level if he went blind.

"..." Luo Shiqi looked at Bray, hesitating to speak.

"Say what you want to say quickly," Bray said.

"I can't go on the expedition," the boy said.

"..." This time it was Bray's turn to be silent.

He still remembered the agreement between Luo Shiqi and Eric, and to be honest, he didn't recommend that a kid like Luo Shiqi leave the safe zone.

but...

Is Eric planning to groom this brat Luo Shiqi into a pillar of the family?

"Just tell him that you've solved my problem."

"I don't want to lie."

“…” Bray’s lips twitched.

A conversation between two people with low emotional intelligence can be inexplicably unpleasant.

Even Bray wanted to complain about why Luo Shiqi's emotional intelligence was so low.