A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He squinted his right eye, looking at the sunset.

Currently, the most troublesome group is the group of death hunters.

There was one crucial aspect to the abilities of these death hunters that Bray noticed during the battle—

That is, even when the Death Reaper's divine magic is suppressed, it can still be used.

Bray was certain that the suppression would have an effect, but the divine spell still had some effect.

In other words, although the power of these guys' divine arts is not as great as that of the Silver-level concept, their level is far beyond that of the Silver-level concept.

Regardless, isn't it all just a remnant of the concept directly granted by the Golden Seed...?

"I need to find a way to get to the cemetery as soon as possible," Bray muttered to himself, patting his sword as he did so.

Nowadays, it's very difficult for Bray to find the entrance to the cemetery as it used to be, making it extremely difficult to reach the "Wandering Tomb".

Moreover, he was really concerned about Mira's condition.

"Brave, dinner's ready," Levy said lazily to Bray from the roof of the cabin.

"Have Naruko and Nia had enough fun?"

"I've had enough fun," Levy said lazily, wagging her tail.

"Okay, I'm coming right now."

"By the way, who cooked the meal?"

“Levy!” Levy said proudly, raising her head. The next day, life in the Imperial Capital Safe Zone remained unchanged.

For the others in the safe zone, the expedition was the expedition team's business and had little to do with them.

Although this sounds cold, it reflects the thoughts of most people.

I guess as long as life in the safe zone changes drastically, it won't matter to others.

Bray yawned as he arrived at the dilapidated Adventurers' Guild and naturally walked to the front desk.

This place is as deserted as ever.

"It's you again, Uncle." Tina, who was lying on the table, weakly lifted her eyelids and looked at Bray.

Sure enough, after the doorbell rang, it was Brey who appeared.

It's been a month, and apart from Bray, I only occasionally see one or two other people looking for commissions.

What's the point of this Adventurers' Guild... even though quite a few of the quests are completed.

However, I always feel that it's unrealistic to expect one person to handle all the commissions.

"Yeah, it's me again." Bray was already used to Tina's attitude, so he just gave a casual reply.

Could Bray really draw his sword against this rude signboard girl?

"I heard you went on an expedition," Tina, who was lying down, suddenly asked.

"correct."

Is an expedition interesting?

“It’s boring,” Bray answered honestly. Not only was it boring, it was also dangerous.

Bray was far too naive to think of the expedition as a mere outing.

"Is that so?" Tina said, and then fell silent.

"I'm taking this commission."

"Take it, take it. Anyway, you're all alone, so I won't make a mess of it later."

"..." Bray was speechless.

"Here, take these. They're cookies made by our Levy." After thinking for a moment, Bray took out a few lion cookies from his pouch and gave them to Tina.

"What is this?" Tina finally perked up after seeing the cookies.

Perhaps this is the allure of food in safe zones these days.

"I already said, it's a cookie."

Levy seems to be training her fire control, so she baked a lot of cookies in the process.

Although I don't know why she has such a strong preference for lion's head meatballs, they taste pretty good.

As for why firepower is controlled and why training is done using biscuits, you'll have to ask Naruko, who gave the advice.

"The Levy you're talking about, is she the one with the long tail?" Tina asked tentatively after taking a bite of the cookie.

"Hmm, you seem to like it a lot, so I'll give you some more." Seeing Tina stuffing cookies into her mouth like a devil, Bre couldn't resist giving her a small bag.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Tina didn't hold back at all and accepted all the cookies.

Why not take advantage of a free lunch? Starving to death would be a huge loss.

Bray was speechless; it was the first time he had ever noticed that this girl liked to wolf down her food.

"Your throat will feel uncomfortable if you don't drink water," Bray reminded the girl.

“I know,” Tina replied nonchalantly.

"But uncle, have you always been such a nice guy? People like you are almost extinct in the safe zone."

"You call me a nice guy?" Bray's dead fish eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"You're overthinking it. It was mostly just something I did on the spur of the moment. If someone asked me for money, I definitely wouldn't lend it to them." He then shook his head, denying Tina's statement.

After leaving those words, Bray turned and left the union with the commission form without looking back.

"They left so decisively, but it's good that no one disturbed my afternoon nap," Tina pouted, sounding dissatisfied.

After leaving the union, Bray headed straight out of the safe zone without stopping.

Honestly, all the guards at the edge of the safe zone already recognized Bray.

The general consensus is that you don't need to worry about laying mines.

If it were anyone else, they would at least offer some warnings or advice, but with Bray... well, just observe.

However, for some reason, Bray went particularly far this time. Perhaps he was looking for good resources?

Who knows? After all, this is a man who makes a living by coming and going from the safe zone.

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On the open field.

Bray glanced at his order form and then stuffed it into his waist bag.

I'll take care of this commission when I have time. Right now, there's something more troublesome that needs to be dealt with by Bray.

"Three, two, one, we should be there." Bray stood in a very open space, silently counting down.

At the exact moment the countdown ended, accompanied by funeral music, six stone coffins suddenly appeared on the ground.

The melody echoed, and the stone coffin was slowly being opened—

With a stern face, Bray raised his broadsword and swung it.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The stone coffin directly in front of Bray was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

Stone dust was scattered everywhere, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"What's wrong with you?!" A black-robed man wearing a bone helmet shook off the surrounding dust and said to Bray in a rather fierce tone.

This guy swiftly and decisively slashed at the stone coffin before it was even opened, without following any procedures.

“You guys were too slow opening the boxes,” Bray said casually, as if there was nothing wrong with what he had just done.

He even had time to take a closer look at the remaining stone coffins.

All the stone coffins have been opened, and those dressed similarly have emerged from them, carrying out death-reaping missions.

Standing before Bray were six Deathbringers.

Of course, Bray wasn't surprised at all. He had deliberately left the safe zone precisely because he knew the Deathbringer would come after him.

He had long ago realized that he had been targeted by some kind of divine magic.

However, it seems that due to the effect of the safe zone, the divine spells were not very effective, and the positioning time still took a long time.

This gave Bray ample time to leave the safe zone.

Even if you don't know why the other person is contacting you, it's always good to find an open space beforehand.

If someone comes to chat with you, you can also find a stone to sit next to you.

If a fight breaks out, you can lay mines here without any worries, and there's plenty of room to maneuver.

Simply put, this place is perfect.

"What..." Bray's answer took the Death Reapers by surprise, and for a moment they didn't know how to respond.

"Why waste so much breath on him? Just kill him," the Deathbringer in the middle said grimly.

He was the tenth rider who advocated revenge against the guy who killed his compatriots.

Five other death hunters responded to his call.

Of course, he wasn't only supported by these five people; they just felt that six people in total were more than enough.

"So that's how it is, you're here to fight?" Bray pinched his chin, feeling that the most troublesome development had finally begun.

Bray has always been wary of such infighting among his own kind.

If everything could be solved simply by "defeating" instead of "killing," that would be great.

However, Bray himself knew this was a pipe dream. A spear wrapped in thick, tattered bandages flew towards them.

"..." Bray tilted his head, dodging the spear that came from the blind spot.

"Clang!!!" At the same time, the hilts of the two swords also had to block the weapons that were slashing from different directions.

“Very direct, I like it. It would be even better if the killing intent wasn’t so strong.” Bray lowered his right eyelid and spoke to the six people in a casual tone.

"Boom!!!!" The spear that Ray had dodged struck the ground and instantly polluted the earth.

Countless wronged souls groaned within the vast circular area, trying to drag all the living into the realm of the dead.

However, for Bray, these were all just special effects.

"Tch... What's wrong with this guy..." The Tenth Rider looked at Bray with disbelief.

At first, the killer was relaxed, thinking he would take them one by one, and if one didn't work, he would move on to the next.

Unfortunately, they were dreaming.

After less than a minute of fighting, they realized that their opponent was not an enemy they could take lightly.

It has now been five minutes since the battle began.

Despite facing six opponents without being at a disadvantage, Bray himself wondered if he was starting to get a little better at dealing with group fights.

It feels so good to have this feeling of being so strong...

Before he could even savor the moment, his opponent launched another attack.

"Clang!!!!!" But the two scythes came from the front, only to be completely blocked by the black broadsword.

It was as if the scythe itself had deliberately slashed at the sword.

There were clearly two weapons; this shouldn't have been able to be blocked by just one weapon.

"At first I had some doubts about who could kill us Deathbringers, but now I'm sure."

“You bastard, it’s you, you’re the murderer who killed the thirty-fifth rider.” The tenth rider’s voice was young, but full of brutality.

Just by listening to that voice, one can almost feel the chill of the sickle.

However, he lived up to his reputation as the one who summoned the other Deathbringers, and his strength was the strongest among the six.

The tenth rider had no weapon in his hands, but his hands seemed to be holding some unseen power.

He clenched his hands towards the void—

A deathly wind swept across the vast land, forcibly gathering the wandering undead, who then pounced on Bray like hounds.

Faced with the vast and overwhelming spirits, Bray, all alone, was like a small boat that could capsize at any moment.