A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This may also be because the houses in the safe zone are basically converted and pieced together from dilapidated buildings.

Therefore, it will still retain some of the original architectural features.

Just as the man said, you can see the Bronze race that only exists in mythology on the street.

Like other members of the Dark Iron race, they lived in the safe zone as usual.

However, it is quite obvious that there is still a very subtle distance between the bronze type and the iron type.

This distance is unlikely to be eliminated for a very long time.

It may take decades, centuries, or even an entire era to barely eliminate this barrier.

Of course, it's uncertain how long this cooperative relationship between the Bronze and Iron types can last.

Incidentally, this safe zone is much worse off than the capital. People are clearly not getting enough to eat, and the security situation is far worse than in the capital under Carrasco's administration.

With just a few casual glances, Bray noticed many furtive movements.

There are probably many opportunistic people here.

This indirectly proves that Carrasco's governance was indeed excellent.

Putting aside his character, beliefs, and everything else, Bray has to admit that Carrasco is an excellent leader.

Although he still didn't like Carrasco.

Bray disagrees with the idea of ​​disregarding individual lives and only caring about the "whole".

Bray flicked his sword sheath, and could only sigh at the current state of the safe zone.

Some people had their money stolen right in front of him, while others were forced to hand over their resources in unseen alleys.

Some bronze-type individuals even bullied iron-type individuals, relying on their overwhelming strength.

Bray has the ability to do something.

For example, he can catch those who steal money, or he can help those who are being bullied.

However, this did not change anything; the person would still have money stolen and would still be bullied.

Another point is that because Bray broke the city's "rules," those who were helped by Bray will likely suffer even worse consequences later.

As a rule-breaker, Bray will not be welcomed in this safe zone.

Reality is so strange; following what you believe to be justice doesn't always lead to a "just" outcome.

To change the chaos in this safe zone, it can only be done from the top down, never from the bottom up.

“Dad…” Nia nervously grabbed Bray’s clothes as she looked at the large number of strangers.

"Don't be afraid, Daddy's here," Bray said softly, stroking Nia's long black hair.

As expected, Nia, who had never experienced the real world, was still afraid when she came to this place.

Although the capital city harbored ill intentions, it was mostly well-intentioned.

While there was good intention here, there was more malice than good intention.

Nia, being a child, was able to perceive this very keenly.

"Brave, this place isn't very comfortable." Levy gave a subtle look =A= and gently wagged her tail.

Levy didn't know how to describe it, but she felt it was far inferior to the capital.

Moreover, it exuded a strange aura, causing Levy to unconsciously wrinkle her nose.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Bray raised an eyebrow after hearing Levy's words.

"The unpleasant aura permeates the entire safe zone," Levy said.

Bray kept Levy's words in mind, but for the time being, he had no way of figuring out what Levy meant by "annoying aura".

His first task was to follow the direction the man pointed to and find the person who was "the greatest enemy of God".

In this apocalypse, the "Great Enemy of God" might have its own intelligence network, and if Bray is lucky, he might be able to find Cloudsea or First Butterfly through it.

Even if that doesn't work, they can still get some help getting to Ankyō.

"Oh, right." Just before Bray was about to leave, he remembered something.

"The person in the yellow shirt at one o'clock," he said, snapping his fingers casually.

As if a switch had been flipped, the fireball above Levy's head immediately stood up and shook in the direction of one o'clock.

The next second, a man in yellow clothes in the opposite direction suddenly caught fire.

"Ahhh! What's going on!" The man in the yellow shirt, who had been trying to reach into someone's pocket, screamed in pain.

He rolled on the ground repeatedly, trying to put out the fire.

As for the fireball above Levy's head, it seemed to realize something and showed a shocked expression in a very human way.

"Meow..." His meow trembled slightly.

Meow meow meow? What did He do? After hearing Bray snap his fingers, He actually moved instinctively.

"Meow? Meow!" He looked at the expressionless Bray with trembling eyes.

Could it be that He... unknowingly became someone's summoner?

Impossible! How could He, a mighty fireball and a great male lion, possibly be a summoned beast of a dead fish?

My only master! Forever loyal!!!

"Well done." Bray didn't know what Fireball's expression meant, assuming He was waiting for praise, so he said it casually.

"Meow? Meow?? Meow???"

"Ah! Damn it!! What's going on?!" The thief managed to extinguish the fire on his body after much effort, but the fireball wasn't that bad to begin with; it was just an ordinary fire.

After the thief got up, covered in cold sweat, he was shocked to find that the target he wanted to steal was already far away.

"Alright, it's time to go." Bray shrugged and said to the little creatures beside him.

Breaking the rules of this safe zone is certainly not beneficial to either the person being helped or to oneself.

But if someone is just lucky enough to escape unscathed, that's a different story.

"Dad, did you have Fireball make that?" Nia whispered to Bray.

"Who knows?" Bray ruffled Nia's hair and replied casually.

This is just someone else's good luck, or it's just their own hypocritical mentality at play.

But who can say that hypocrisy isn't good?

Anyway, Bray felt pretty good about himself, comfortable. Bray was shocked! ?

Nia got bullied!?

Levy was completely baffled! =A=!?

Bree, along with Nia and Levy, wanted to go into the tower to find the person who was "the enemy of God," but they did not expect to be driven out of the tower and thrown onto the long staircase.

What happened to the saying that doing good deeds will bring good fortune? I just helped someone out of the blue, and then I was kicked out.

"Daddy, what do we do now?" Nia asked weakly, jumping into Bray's arms, feeling a little aggrieved.

Levy sat quietly to the side, waiting for Bray's next words.

"What should I do..." Bray sat on the steps, looking up at the setting sun.

The man who brought me into this safe zone earlier was pointing in the right direction.

However, that guy didn't seem to tell them that the "Great Enemy of God" was so cautious about people coming and going.

Bray had assumed that the tower of "The Great Enemy of God" was similar to the Royal Capital Adventurers' Guild, where people could enter to seek help.

Unexpectedly, it really was a base, and outsiders couldn't get in.

"Sorry, strangers are not allowed to enter here." The woman standing in front of the iron gate tried her best to use a tactful tone to drive away Bray.

Behind the woman was a tall, burly man who had just thrown Bray and his two companions out.

Of course, it would be very easy for Bray and Levy to break free.

However, Bray felt that being too reckless in the safe zone managed by "God's Enemy" was not a good idea, so he just went with the flow.

Seeing that Bray wasn't struggling, Levy didn't bother to move either.

Fortunately, although the burly man's actions looked rough, he didn't actually injure any of the people.

If Nia loses even a single hair, Bray will have to seriously reconsider what he should do.

Bray patted Nia, who was hugging him tightly, to comfort her.

Although Nia's bottom was just a little sore, she still felt incredibly wronged by being thrown out.

“We just want to go to Anjing City,” Bray said, turning to the rather attractive woman.

Speaking of looks, Bray has seen all sorts of women, and to be honest, he's become a bit numb to it.

There are those with elegant temperament, and those who are purely beautiful...

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

“We don’t need anything else, just a map or something will do.” Breton paused, then changed his tone.

Bray didn't want the other party to give him a navigator or anything like that; he just wanted them to tell him the direction.

"..." The woman looked at Bray with a very strange expression.

In her view, Bray's words were nothing short of delusional.

Unlike the various dilapidated buildings, the tower behind her was a complete structure built by the "Great Enemy of God" using ample resources, serving as the last line of defense for the safe zone.

The fact that the "Great Enemy of Gods" can still guarantee normal resource gathering in the wasteland is already quite impressive.

However, even so, the "Great Enemy of God" still cannot guarantee long-distance travel.

The transportation of resources has also become impossible.

Yes, something an entire organization couldn't accomplish, and this guy who looks like an adventurer says he wants to achieve it... Who wouldn't think he's dreaming?

“Sir… I don’t know who you’re looking for, but I advise you to give up on this idea.” The woman shook her head, then led the burly man behind her back into the tower.

"If you really need a map, don't leave here. Someone will give you one later."

“However, we only have the old map,” the woman added before her figure disappeared from Bray’s sight.

A complete map cannot be drawn at present because no one can travel there.

Therefore, the so-called maps are basically maps from before the apocalypse.

However, due to the extreme changes in terrain caused by the Silver Age, and the fact that many cities were erased from the ground, the accuracy of the old maps is very low.

Let alone ordinary people, even the "Great Enemy of God" doesn't particularly want to use it; the risks are simply too great.

Although the old maps still give people a sense of the spatial orientation of the Eastern Continent, their practicality has long been greatly reduced.

"My lord, that adventurer actually looks a lot like the 'Demon Hunter' the leader mentioned." The burly man whispered to the woman beside him after entering the tower.

This woman was in charge of maintaining the operation of the entire safe zone, so despite her frail appearance, the burly man respected her greatly.

"It does look very similar, but many features don't match up." The woman shook her head helplessly.

Leader Nisa once mentioned that if you encounter a "Demon Hunter," you should help him as much as possible.

The only difference is that the "Demon Hunter" has a neat short haircut, while the man in front of the door has a small braid tied up.

Putting aside the fact that the adventurer in front of the door had a different hairstyle, his demeanor didn't seem like that of a powerful individual capable of killing a Silver-ranked warrior.

Besides, there are many other significant differences.

Of course, it's not her fault for not recognizing Bray as a "Demon Hunter".

Because all the characteristics Nisha described were exactly how Bray looked more than two years ago.

Because her little fan Nisa was worried that people wouldn't recognize Bray, she described his features in extremely detailed way...

He was too careful, which made it impossible for anyone to recognize Bray.

After a while, Bray not only grew a bit of a unkempt beard, but also changed his clothes and recently even changed his hairstyle.

It can be said that only the characteristic of "wielding two swords" matches the description.

Nisha meant to help with all her might, not just offer a little bit of help casually.