A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Killing more Silver-ranked beings like you won't change anything..."

“You agree, right?” Bray asked softly to Camilleland in front of him.

Blood splattered from the huge fracture of the leathery, sheet-like structure, seemingly telling others that this bizarre body was indeed a living being.

"What are you talking about?!" Camille Lant screamed as she endured the excruciating pain of her body being torn apart.

Even after leaving the safe zone, Camilleland was surprised to find that her concepts were still limited.

He wanted to fold this space, He wanted to fold this earth, He wanted to forcibly fold Bray into modules.

However, He could only think about all of this; He couldn't do anything about it.

Once the concept is lost, all abilities become useless, and there is nothing to rely on except the ability to use one's own body.

Bray lowered his right eyelid. So much had changed, and he had been stuck in this place for far too long.

However, all of this will continue and will not change.

"Die! Die ...

His clamor forcefully pulled Bray from his reverie.

At this moment, all He can use is this simple attack method. However, the attack method is simple but extremely destructive, easily destroying and deforming the terrain.

Driven to the brink of emotional collapse by Bray, Camilleland completely lost her previous rationality and only wanted to tear Bray apart.

Finally, He abandoned the idea of ​​running away. He decided to kill the man in front of him, make him into clothes, and turn him into his spoils.

It is precisely because there are no concepts to rely on that the gap between "skills" is constantly widened.

The frantic offensive did manage to scratch Bray, but that was all it could do.

This isn't the first Silver-tier opponent Bray will face, nor will it be the last.

The strips wrapped around Bray's feet, but no matter what they did, they couldn't successfully wrap around Bray's hands.

Any band attempting to bind Bray's hands would be instantly severed.

Even if one hand is entangled, Bray's other sword will still strike.

Camilleland could only pull on the straps binding Bray's feet, drawing him toward her position.

"Shh—" The shoes made a sound as they rubbed against the ground.

Unfortunately, this was a mistake Camilleland made; Bray had been waiting for Him to pull him over with tremendous force.

Unaware of Bray's intentions, Camilleland's body twisted, and a huge gash appeared in the middle.

The opening was filled with endless darkness, and what lay inside was completely unknown.

However, it's likely that the consequences of being swallowed up will be dire.

"Die!!!!!" He shouted ecstatically as he looked at Camille Lant, whom he had successfully pulled over.

He wanted Bray to know how painful it was to have a quarter of his body cut off; He wanted Bray to know what it felt like to be chased like a mad dog.

“You’ll just obediently be my trophy…” But before she could finish the word “trophy,” Camilleland swallowed her words back.

With the help of the immense traction, Bray's two swords swept across his body, leaving two scarlet trails.

That twisted shape, like cloth being torn apart.

When Camilleland regained her sight, she saw a sword.

"Spare me... I really have no intention of killing lower species... I really have no intention of killing..." Camilleland said in a terrified voice, he was scared of being beaten.

Although a large chunk of the structure on his head that resembled a moth's wing had been removed, he was still able to speak fluently.

However, the common language He spoke gradually became ambiguous, mixed with His own original language of communication.

His vitality remains strong, and given a little time, he will be able to rebuild himself.

Because of its simple body structure, recovery is also exceptionally easy.

The premise is that Bray gives Him this opportunity.

“I had no intention of killing you either,” Bray said, extinguishing Camilleland’s last vestige of life without any expression.

After the sword was swung once, it was sheathed.

Nicholas said that even He Himself was afraid, and perhaps that is true... The number of Silver Beings He slew is unimaginable to anyone.

Even Bray himself had the misconception that the Silver race was very weak.

However, this is ultimately just an illusion.

Camilleland's body drifted on the ground in the wind, showing no signs of disappearing or coming back to life.

Bray turned around, ignoring the corpse, and walked to Elaine's side, picking up the girl who had bled until she fainted again.

Although the situation is dangerous, there is still time if they call Nick.

However, before Bray could call out to Nick, he looked intently in a certain direction.

At this moment, there should be someone watching you.

"When will that guy finally die...?"

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"Was Mr. Monk looking in my direction just now? Or was I hallucinating?" Jonathan stood on a sand dune, removed the binoculars from his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and said in a surprised tone.

“No, how could that be? Mr. Monk didn’t close his right eye, so he shouldn’t have ‘seen’ me.” Jonathan spread his legs wide, leaned back, and lay down on the sand dune.

"But, maybe, perhaps, he really guessed my location by mistake?"

“Master of the Precepts, please get moving, otherwise this world will be too boring.”

“I didn’t go on all this journey for this reason,” Jonathan said, gazing up at the strangely colored sky with anticipation.

He sincerely hopes that all these solidified things will be torn apart once again, and then something even more interesting will happen.

Right now... it's getting a bit too boring. The safe zone is operating as usual.

The demigod from before seemed to be nothing more than a passing circus performer, merely causing a negligible ripple.

People may not have even realized that the person standing in front of them just now was a demigod capable of destroying an entire region.

They probably just thought of it as some kind of terrifying monster that had infiltrated the safe zone.

This is a fake "safe" zone, and everyone knows it.

However, people did not expose the truth because they needed this falsehood to protect their inner selves from being completely consumed by fear.

Bray crossed the magic circle and returned to the dilapidated safe zone.

How should we describe this place? It's so dilapidated that nothing can support it.

Want a thrilling adventure right from the start? Want to relax and have fun? Want to find true happiness?

Great, none of that is here.

“You seem to be moving a little too fast. Little Nick hasn’t had enough fun with Nia yet.” Little Nick, who had been making Nia laugh, floated beside Bray.

“Don’t say men are too fast,” Bray replied casually, with Elaine, whose injuries had been healed by Nick, fast asleep in his arms.

This poor little girl survived, after all. She managed to survive the bad luck she encountered in this cruel world.

It has to be said that this is a tremendous miracle.

"Speaking of which...did you go to see Nia?"

“Yes, I will visit this lucky girl on behalf of the great Lord Nico Bolas.” Little Nick nodded.

"You didn't do anything strange to her, did you?"

"Don't think so badly of Little Nick and the great Lord Nico Bolas," Little Nick said.

"And speaking of strange things, you and Miss Naruko, as Nia's parents, have done more."

"..." Bray was speechless.

“Well then, welcome to call again. Little Nick will take his leave now.” Little Nick bowed to Bray with his little paws, then retreated into the small spatial rift behind him.

Watching Nick leave, Bray turned his gaze back to the entire safe zone.

He is now standing at the entrance to the actual residential area of ​​the safe zone.

There were rusty pillars on both sides, and where Bree stood could be considered a door.

I wonder when this storefront will be renovated? Maybe it will have to wait until everyone has the financial means.

Right now, just surviving is a challenge; these fancy things aren't even on the radar.

Few pedestrians walked by, making the entire neighborhood unusually quiet.

Bray killed a Silver One.

The Silver One was a demigod capable of intimidating everyone, and Bray successfully defeated it.

However, when Bray returned, there was no welcoming ceremony, and no one cheered him on.

It was as if Bray had just come back from a walk outside, nothing to mention.

Eric knew what Bray had been doing, but he didn't publicize it, and he never even considered making Bray a hero in the first place.

Throughout, Carrasco was the pillar of support for the safe zone.

"Achoo—" Bray sneezed and touched his nose.

Bray was used to this situation; he had no great vanity and did not crave such admiring glances.

Eric had also asked Bray whether he wanted others to know about his affairs.

Bray asked the colonel a few questions at that time.

"Would it do others any good to know that I killed the Silver Seed?"

—"You will be worshipped, you will be relied upon, you will become the spiritual pillar of the people, and you will gain endless glory."

"What benefit would that bring to others?"

"There is no real benefit, because they already have a spiritual pillar and don't need a second one. For them, it's just another person they can rely on. But when something happens to this person they can rely on, the blow is devastating."

"Never mind then, if I don't know, I don't know."

Bray didn't want to be an unsung hero, or rather, he had no intention of being one.

If it's beneficial for others to know that I can kill a lot of Silver-tier creatures, then it doesn't matter if I tell them.

But if it only brings vanity and creates distance between you and others, then there's no need to say anything.

Therefore, Eric and Bray reached an agreement.

It's also possible that Eric deliberately led Bray in that direction, but regardless, such guidance would be useless if Bray himself wasn't uninterested in vanity.

There's a silver seed now, the silver seed has been killed, and they're back.

This is the daily life of Dead Fish Eyes. It might be quite exciting for ordinary people, but for him, it's actually quite boring and tiring.

A mournful melody reached Bray's ears, and a dirty-looking man was playing a harp nearby.

This person didn't seem to be asking for tips; playing the piano was just a way to release their emotions from the heavy workload.

No one around stopped to listen to the actually very moving music, except for Bray and Rox XVII.

Bray glanced at Luo Shiqi, who had somehow found him.

Luo Shiqi is a microcosm of countless children in this safe zone, not the most special one.

Every time he saw Luo Shiqi, he felt a pang of sadness, realizing that the most tragic thing about this era was the plight of these children.

"The world will reward kindness." Before Luo Shiqi could ask anything, Bray said this in a very calm tone.

The boy had asked himself this question before, and at that time he answered "yes".

"..." Luo Shiqi hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

“Even if Elaine were really killed, I would still say this to you,” Bray said softly, his eyes lowered.

"Even if someone dies... can you say the world will reward kindness?" Luo Shiqi couldn't quite agree with Bray's words.

The world is so cruel that it killed a kind person. How can one say that "the world will reward kindness"?

“When we say ‘no,’ we deny something very important,” Bray murmured, shaking his head.

Bray didn't know how to explain reasoning, nor did he know what reasoning was correct.