A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The three of them were completely unfamiliar to Bray and his companions; they had no recollection of them whatsoever.

Coupled with their appearance outside, it gave him the feeling of someone fleeing a disaster.

“Yes, we came from outside.” Bray nodded, his hunger finally subsiding after a good meal.

"No wonder, you must have fled from other safe zones." The man had an "I knew it" look on his face.

“During this period, people have been fleeing from other safe zones from time to time.”

"So many safe zones have been destroyed. The world is really not peaceful at all," the man sighed.

Those trapped in this small place have no way of knowing the overall situation of the Eastern Continent, but from the words of other safe zone survivors, it is not hard to imagine how many safe zones have been destroyed.

"It must have been very difficult to escape from so far away."

"Emmmmmm," Bray put down his chopsticks and pondered for a long time.

“Although I came from another safe zone, I didn’t come here to escape.” He shook his head and said.

"Not refugees?"

"For various reasons, I fled from the safe zone in the Central Continent to come here," Bray said honestly, though he didn't know how much others would believe him.

"Haha, you're quite the joker." The man, as expected, didn't take Bray's words seriously.

Indeed, nobody thinks anyone could cross the ocean in this era.

"It's really hard to convince people about this," Bray said with a hint of helplessness.

“But it’s true, I’m acting as a messenger,” he continued.

"A messenger?" Upon hearing this unfamiliar term, the man suddenly perked up his ears.

"It means informing people in another place about the current situation in one place."

“That’s what I’m doing right now,” Bray said quietly.

"Then tell me, how is the Middle Continent?" Although the man still didn't quite believe Bray's words, he still asked out of curiosity.

"As far as I know, the people in the safe zone of the capital are living quite well right now."

"However, quite a few safe zones were destroyed, but fortunately, quite a few should have survived." Bray didn't have much to say; in fact, he felt that there was very little to say.

All he could tell others was that there were still people alive in the Middle Kingdom...

However, Bray underestimated the power of those few words.

"Really?" The man was a little dazed.

"Haha, I wish it were true." But he quickly realized that Bray was joking.

“It’s true.” Levy raised her paw and said to the man with certainty.

“Brai wouldn’t lie!” she said sweetly.

"You won't lie..." The man scratched the back of his head, unsure of what expression to wear.

"Levy wouldn't lie!" Levy added, as if afraid others would think she was lying.

"Okay, okay." The man was infected by Levy's smile and couldn't help but smile as well.

"However, I have never actually heard of a messenger."

“It’s normal that I haven’t heard of it,” Bray replied casually.

This is a profession that emerged during a special period of the Second Era, and it is only natural that it did not exist in this era.

This is even more difficult than the Second Age, and the chances of a messenger appearing are naturally even lower.

"By the way, are there any people named Yunhai or Chudie in your safe zone?" Bray asked.

"Yunhai? You mean the Prime Minister of Yundu Kingdom?" Although not everyone may know the Prime Minister's wife, it is necessary to know about the Prime Minister.

The moment the man heard the name Yunhai, he immediately thought of the prime minister.

“Hmm.” Bray raised an eyebrow, thinking there was hope.

Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed.

"It's not here. I've never heard of this First Butterfly."

"If we're going to look for it, we can only go to Anjing City... although I don't know what's going on in Anjing City right now."

“Anjing City…” Bray sighed. Bray sat at the table, arms crossed, seemingly seriously considering how to get to Anjing City.

The man looked at Bray and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"No, are you really planning to go to Anjing City?" the man couldn't help but ask.

“Yes.” Bray nodded in agreement, but he didn’t understand why the man had such a conflicted expression.

"You should know that Anjing City is quite far from here, and not many people know how to get there."

"There are no railcars now, so you can't find your way on your own," the man sighed.

Let alone in such chaotic times, even in peaceful times, most people don't know how to get to another city on their own.

“That seems to make sense.” Bray stroked his chin and frowned.

When he was in the Central Plains, he would only go to Clinton; he couldn't drive his magic car to other cities.

As for the Eastern Continent, he was completely directionally challenged.

"Do you even have maps?" Bray asked. Being directionally challenged doesn't matter as long as you have a map.

"Maps... how could we possibly have those now?" the man said, shrugging helplessly.

People inside the safe zone struggle to make a living, and few venture far away. Even when they leave the safe zone, they don't just stay within a certain area.

As a result, no one knew how to make maps, and the original map of the Eastern Continent could not be found at all.

It's fair to say that the "map" doesn't even exist in this safe zone.

"There isn't even a map?" This is going to be difficult. I never expected to find myself so stuck on another continent.

"However, you can seek help from the people here who are the 'Great Enemy of God'."

“They’ll probably give your special request a serious consideration,” the man suddenly said, mentioning “the Great Enemy of God.”

“Huh? The “Great Enemy of God”?” Bray was shocked. He hadn’t expected to hear about the “Great Enemy of God” organization again.

On the day of the apocalypse, Bray was already in dire straits and paid no attention to the situation of "God's greatest enemy".

After that, he was unable to make any contact with the "Great Enemy of God".

In Bray's imagination, the "Great Enemy of God" was probably dead by now.

Unexpectedly, someone told me that "the enemy of God" not only still exists, but also has members staying in this safe zone.

“Yes, haven’t you heard of the ‘Great Enemy of God’?” The man was also surprised.

He was surprised that Bray didn't know about the "Great Enemy of God" organization.

Of course, Bray wasn't unaware of the organization; he was simply surprised by other aspects.

“I’ve heard of them, but we have no news of them in the Middle Kingdom,” Bray said.

Having lived in mainland China for over two years, he received absolutely no information about this group of people.

"They could say they saved the entire Central Continent," the man said with deep emotion.

"The 'Great Enemy of God,' along with some angels and demons, helped a lot of the safe zones." He paused for a moment when he said "angels and demons."

Clearly, even with help, they still found it difficult to accept a race completely different from their own.

Moreover, that race also subtly discriminated against ordinary people like them.

“Bronze?” Bray murmured.

So that's how it is. It seems that Nisha made a deal with those dangerous Bronze-type beings, bringing with her the "Great Enemy of God".

However, this is understandable, as the predicament of the Iron and Bronze types is the same when facing the Silver type.

If the two sides don't cooperate, neither of them will survive.

"Are there angels or demons in this safe zone?" Bray couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, but there are more ‘enemies of the gods’... I guess it’s for the sake of balance,” the man said.

"Actually, you can meet them as soon as you walk down the street."

"And what about those who are the 'greatest enemy of God'?"

“You can’t find it on the street. You’ll have to look for it in that tower in the north of the safe zone.” The man pointed to the so-called north.

However, the windows of the wooden house are very small, and it is impossible to see clearly what is to the north, as the view is mostly blocked by other houses.

“The people here all have great respect for the ‘Great Enemy of God’.” The man turned his gaze back to Bray.

Even with the existence of safe zones, ordinary people still couldn't resist the Silver type.

They only need to exert a little force to crush the people inside the safe zone; they don't even need to use concepts.

The ones who saved them from these monsters were the "Great Enemy of God," a group of "Guardians" unknown to people.

The bronze-type people who followed them paid a bloody price to repel the silver-type people who had entered the safe zone.

“A guardian, huh?” Bray’s tone held a hint of relief.

The organization has finally gotten back on track and returned to being the supporter of the "Black Iron" once again.

Having experienced the Second Age and understood why this organization was born, Bray was so moved.

Finally, we've gone from being the "enemy of the overturned car" back to being the "enemy of the gods."

He couldn't help but feel gratified, after all, he had witnessed how useless they had been in the past, and then witnessed their gradual progress.

"Yes, those angels and demons... in a sense, they are our guardians, so everyone lets them live here."

"In other words, the reward those angels and demons gave you for helping you is the ability to live here," Bray said.

The safe zone only covers cities of the Iron rank, so for Bronze rank players to survive, they must come to cities of the Iron rank.

However, if they forcibly occupy the safe zone, they will only bring about their own destruction—because they have no resources.

Bronze beings are not superhuman creatures that can go without food or water; they also have many needs.

Currently, the collaboration between bronze and iron grades is considered an unconventional one.

The Bronze type serves as combat power and technological support for the Iron type, while the Iron type provides resources and manpower for survival.

"That's right." Unfortunately, under this relationship, the status of the Iron race is to some extent lower than that of the Bronze race.

That's why people vaguely sense the discrimination from the Bronze race.

That was contempt etched into the very marrow of one's bones.

“Thank you for telling me so much,” Bray said to the man.

“No need to be so polite… Haha, if you really are from another continent, you’ve told me a lot of interesting things.” The man chuckled a few times and said to Bray.

If Bray really is that "messenger," then what he says can inspire many people.

"I will tell everyone what you said."

“Whether it’s true or false,” the man said to Bray.

The man thought to himself, "If others knew, the other continents would be safe and sound too."

There must be some subtle change in your heart.

Bray couldn't keep eating at other people's houses forever, so after filling his stomach, he said goodbye to the man.

Bray was quite grateful to this man whose name he didn't even know.

Without him, he and Nia would probably have starved to death on the way.

He really didn't want to eat Levy's grilled seafood anymore.

It's not that Levy's grilling is bad, it's just that I'm really tired of it. Not everyone is like Levy, a little lion who loves seafood.

Bray shielded his eyes from the direct sunlight and squinted his right eye as he surveyed the safe zone in front of him.

The sun shines brightly in the East Continent. If this were in the Central Continent, Bray could easily get through the days when he needed to shield his eyes from the sun with just one hand.

The buildings in the safe zone of the Eastern Continent have a strong local flavor.

Even in ruins and rubble, the distinctive features of the East are still evident.