A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The door is like the surface of a lake; it seems that if you touch it with your finger, ripples will appear.

Sure enough, looking out from the stone platform, it was easy to spot the entrance to the Yellow Springs, and it was immediately clear that there was no possibility of finding the entrance below the high platform.

This gate was surrounded by countless rocks, forming what appeared to be a plaza.

The gate stood in the center of the square.

The dead do indeed enter through the main gate, but the next second they are sent out, leaving the deceased standing bewildered above the boundless underworld.

Therefore, for most people, the path to the Yellow Springs is simply an ethereal and unattainable concept.

But on the stone platform, everything was clearly visible, especially the countless staggering dead on the desolate Yellow Springs.

Only from this perspective can one truly appreciate how many dead in the underworld suffer the pain of losing their memories.

"But how am I supposed to get in through this entrance?" Bray complained.

Kong Meng hadn't told him that the gate would be fenced off... No wonder he had to climb the stone platform specifically to find the gate.

It turns out that under normal circumstances, this entrance, which is completely surrounded, is not visible at all.

However, Bray, who was about to climb down, quickly frowned.

The bright moon, which never changes from any direction, has somehow shifted its position.

The bright moon came directly in front of Bray, generously showering him with its soft glow.

"BOOM!!!" In an instant, the entire stone platform collapsed.

The stone platform, which had existed in the underworld for countless years, collapsed completely in a mere second.

Naturally, Bray also fell down with the collapse of the stone platform.

A deep-seated instinct made Bray want to complain about the quality of the stone platform.

But the sounds around him prevented Bray from complaining.

"One of the chosen ones of my great mother, I ask you, do you really intend to disrupt my coming?"

The sound was neither deafening nor imposing.

It was very deep and dark, like the darkness and coldness you feel when you peer into an ancient well.

“I promised those poor people that I would help you escape from your suffering.”

"Demigods will no longer be a threat to you."

"Even so, do you still intend to disrupt my arrival?"

“I hadn’t originally planned to,” Bray replied casually from mid-air.

“But my thoughts have changed recently,” he said after a pause.

Before knowing about Dizoka, Bray naturally had no ideas.

But now, Bray has countless reasons not to let this guy come.

Many reasons would sound hypocritical to others, so Bray planned to tell this deity his truest reason for doing so.

“Because I’m really annoyed,” Bray said calmly.

His tone was neither provocative nor pretentious—that was Bray's biggest reason.

Rather than pretending to be virtuous, Bray seemed to be telling the Golden Seed his true thoughts.

The lives of inferior species are like weeds in the eyes of superior species... Everyone knows this.

Just because you know something doesn't mean you want to.

“Utterly foolish! My arrival could have saved you from being demigods.” Dizoka’s voice was icy cold, piercing Bray’s eardrums.

"It's just falling from one pit into another."

After he finished speaking, a white line was drawn straight down to the ground.

“You will soon understand that even though you have been chosen by my great mother as the force of restraint, you are still a powerless being,” Dizoka said coldly.

"Noisy."

"Clang—" Bray landed with his longsword, the blade landing precisely on the ground, and the golden-haired man's voice abruptly stopped.

Bray never quite understood why the higher species always liked to preach about things that they already knew.

What's insignificant, what can't be changed, just endless nonsense.

Everyone already knew this.

He understood everything perfectly, yet he was still struggling to survive in the wasteland. Bree gasped for breath as he laboriously climbed the stone wall in front of him.

Once you climb over this stone wall, the entrance to the Underworld lies behind it.

However, Bray hadn't even considered how to climb out after he got there.

“…” Bray looked up at the sky with a look of utter despair.

Actually, Bray's stamina isn't bad right now, and with the bonus from the waist pack, his stamina is quite good.

Even so, climbing the steep rock face still exhausted him to the point of exhaustion.

The main problem is that the surface isn't rough, and you have to break rocks to climb up. Chopping rocks while climbing is more tiring than I imagined.

He even wondered if his sword would become dull from all the fuss he was putting into it.

Admittedly, my sword was already quite dull, but I can't rule out the possibility that it might become even duller.

"Stop bothering me, I'm really tired." Bray swung his broadsword backhand, sweeping it down at the Deathbringer who was walking up from below.

Yes, these killers, as the literal text suggests, came up on foot.

The steep cliffs were like flat ground to them, and they could climb them with ease.

Therefore, during the climb, Bray was harassed by these death-seekers more than once.

Moreover, it seems that because Bray offended the "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka" near the stone platform not long ago, the strength of these death hunters has increased significantly.

Those who sought death on the other side of the stone bridge had their memories preserved.

Moreover, these sentient death hunters are far more powerful than empty shells.

But despite retaining their own memories, these death hunters do no different things from those empty shells who have lost all their memories.

Having received the divine oracle and become monsters, they launched a fierce attack on Bray without hesitation.

What drives these monsters to act so recklessly? Faith? Resentment?

Bray could not understand their motives.

In order to deal with them, Bray had to expend more energy, and his progress in climbing the stone wall was continuously slowed down.

It can walk on walls! I'm so envious. I wish it could fly.

"..." As if he had thought of something particularly important, Bray suddenly froze while climbing.

He discovered that he seemed, or rather, could actually levitate.

So he pushed off with both feet and leaped lightly backward.

Instead of plummeting straight down, Bray landed steadily on a fragile magic circle.

After remembering that he could still use "stepping into the air," it became exceptionally easy to climb over the high stone wall.

Despite having found an easier way to climb the ladder, Bray was anything but happy.

What was the reason I was panting so much earlier...?

Could it be that he too has been affected by the Yellow Springs and has started to forget things? Bray would never admit that it was simply his forgetfulness.

On this journey to the underworld, Bray felt a sense of adventure for the first time in a long time.

It would have been even better if I hadn't been forcibly dragged in and forced to fight a bunch of monsters.

With a helpless sigh, he shattered the last magic circle, flipped over the stone wall, and landed on the ground.

Jiaoyue was outside the stone wall, his body completely enveloped by the stone wall's shadow.

The enormous entrance to the Underworld before us constantly emitted a chilling light.

The light wasn't attracting anyone closer, but rather driving away anything nearby, including Bray.

Just standing nearby, Bray felt as if another version of himself was about to split off.

It's a feeling of your soul being pulled out of your body.

Inside the stone wall that stood like a city wall, there was nothing but the gate, not even a dim blue light.

After pondering for a few minutes, Bray took action.

He decided to endure the pain and walk toward the entrance to the underworld.

The closer they get, the more pronounced the agonizing pull becomes.

Later on, if someone were watching Bray, they would notice that his soul was showing signs of leaving his body.

However, apart from the pain, Bray knew nothing else; his right eye could now only see the massive stone gate.

No one had told him what to do if he saw the entrance to the underworld.

Even Kong Meng said that this is the entrance, but no one knows whether it can be used as an exit.

Therefore, at this moment, Bray was just doing whatever came to mind; all he wanted to do was touch the lake-like door with his hand.

Bray never expected the process to be so painful.

His real intention was simply to avoid standing there in a daze...

A mere hundred meters felt like an eternity, and even though it was so painful, he could easily postpone it.

However, he has no intention of backing down.

Due to the pain, Bray's perception of time became somewhat blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, Bray's fingers finally touched the door.

A strange sensation came from his fingertips; it felt like touching water or being enveloped by the wind.

"Ding—" The crisp sound of water droplets falling on the lake surface rang out.

The sound lingered, echoing throughout the Yellow Springs, as if every wisp of wind carried this simple note.

At the same time, the entire Underworld trembled.

What Bray is doing now is something truly incredible—

He is on the road to the underworld.

The Yellow Springs is not a two-way street; from ancient times to the present, it has always been a one-way street.

Kongmeng, amidst the River of the Dead, sensed the vibrations in the air and obediently dived deep.

The old man Bray encountered also subconsciously looked up at the cracked moon.

“Foolish mortal, look at what you’ve done.” Dizoka’s voice rang in Bray’s ears once again.

"I'm just finding my way back."

“You have gone against the flow of the underworld, you have disrupted the order,” Dizoka continued, without repeating Bray’s words.

"If you hadn't thrown me in, none of this would have happened."

“The underworld will be in chaos because of you, and you must be punished.” Dizoka still ignored Bray.

Dizoka has only ever made noise or interfered with ordinary people.

It's not hard to see that it's incredibly difficult for Dizoca to influence the rules of Kapras; even avatars have to pay a price.

He could only kill Bray by commanding the Deathbringer or by throwing Bray into the underworld.

He will not sacrifice himself to descend incarnation unless absolutely necessary.

However, Bray's actions angered Him.

He is the Lord of the Underworld, but the Underworld is currently being disrupted by this guy Bray.

No one has ever tried to travel against the flow to the underworld, not a single one!

But Bray, that guy, actually tried it.

Despite knowing that it was ultimately his own fault for dragging the other person into the underworld, Dizoka was still furious.