A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“I will tell Mr. the precept-holder everything and help him with everything.”

"So please let me see for myself what will happen before destruction." Jonathan bowed deeply to Bray.

"Destruction? Who can guess what will happen next?" Bray said casually.

He wouldn't declare "the world is going to end" until the world actually shatters before his eyes.

“If it were you, Mr. Monk, you truly had the potential to become a charismatic villain,” Jonathan said sincerely.

"If that's the case, I guess I'll be serving you, the interesting one, instead of the demigod lord."

"Ah, perhaps at that time, I would still address the preceptor as 'you'."

"Just imagine, even the brain is being stimulated, what an interesting scene."

Jonathan's mind started to wander, but the crisp "ding" sound stopped him from daydreaming.

“I’m not a villain, I just look a bit like one,” Bray said to Jonathan.

He was just an adventurer raising a police lion and his own daughter.

Although he has an alarming number of tattoos and his signature eye patch.

But he absolutely does not consider himself a villain.

“Alright, Mr. Ring-Holder, who is like a villain, let me tell you all sorts of things.” Jonathan’s eyes narrowed on his mask.

---

The bronze creatures that had been frozen in place returned to normal and then fell to the ground in unison.

They looked somewhat dazed, as if they didn't remember what had just happened.

After getting up from the ground, they looked at each other and noticed Bray.

But Bray ignored these inexplicable bronze beings and turned back to his temporary residence.

"Bang." The wooden door was gently closed.

Before being sued for disturbing the peace, Jonathan was like a balloon, floating high in the sky.

He left a lot of words, but did nothing.

They may have done all sorts of things without realizing it.

“…” Bray rubbed his eyes; he was really sleepy after waking up in the middle of the night.

He had a feeling that Jonathan would be showing up frequently again.

This clown is once again trying to steer things in an unpredictable direction.

“A ‘managed’ safe zone?” Bray murmured.

This safe zone is currently being managed by a Silver race called Migkaf.

In mythology, Migkaf also has another name: "The Forgotten Dragon".

It could be called the "Forgotten Dragon," but Migkaf is not a dragon; it is more like an arthropod.

Of course, they are beings that are called demigods.

Migkaff has been keeping an eye on this small safe zone, and he will try to manipulate the memories of those who leave the safe zone.

However, due to the function of the safe zone, the false memories He adds will be invalidated.

But deleted memories cannot be retrieved.

Modifying people's memories in the safe zone is troublesome, but Migkaf still enjoys it.

He is trying all sorts of things by taking advantage of the fact that deleted memories cannot be recovered.

If things go too far and the target becomes mentally impaired, it will simply devour the target to prevent the people in the safe zone from noticing anything amiss.

Although it doesn't matter if it gets noticed, it's always good to avoid a little trouble.

If the people inside are completely holed up inside, He will have to go in and arrest them personally.

"So, that guy has been nearby the whole time?" Bray pondered.

Perhaps even the "greatest enemy of God" here has had its memories erased.

As for what memories the silver seed erased, no one cares.

Actually, Migkaf wasn't the main point; what Bray was concerned about was the fact that other safe zones were also being "managed."

No matter how strong a person is, they cannot escape the influence of concepts. Once they leave the safe zone, even the strongest black iron species will be vulnerable to attacks from silver species.

Especially with silver, which can cause irreversible damage, you have to be extremely careful when dealing with it.

Just like the Silver Seed that could distort a person's appearance according to their inner thoughts before the Imperial Capital Safe Zone, a person whose appearance has been distorted will not return to normal even if they return to the Safe Zone.

This is an outcome, an outcome that cannot be reversed even if the concept is suppressed.

It's like using a concept to level a mountain, and then suppressing that concept; there's no way to bring the vanished mountain back.

On the contrary, the "mountain" that is maintained by concepts can disappear after the concepts are suppressed.

Bray encountered the man on the street, and the situation was roughly the same.

Actually, he wasn't quite sure what negative consequences Migkaf's actions would bring.

Deleting a person's memory... what good would that do Him? Bray didn't understand.

However, this does not prevent Bray from planning to seek him out next.

Of course, Bray had no obligation to eliminate this silver species from the safe zone, nor did he owe anyone a particularly large favor.

"—Mr. Bearer of the Rings, are you ready? Once you begin to 'cut,' it means you're going to declare war on the 'Alliance of the Gods' all by yourself." Jonathan's words echoed in my ears.

“Ha, ‘Take a walk, feel the breeze, admire the scenery, remember the beauty of the world, and soon you’ll want to wield a sword,’ it’s so easy to say,” Bray murmured.

He hadn't remembered the beauty of the world at all, and his desire to wield the sword remained so weak.

To paraphrase Bai Mian, his sword is still quite dull.

"What's the problem?" That was Bray's answer to Jonathan at the time.

"Daddy is such a tsundere," Nia mumbled in her sleep, lifting her clothes.

In this small safe zone of the Eastern Continent, the man I had met on Bray Street returned to his home.

This safe zone is very small, and living in it for a long time can feel very oppressive.

It's that feeling of not being able to breathe, of not being able to find the light.

The man took off his coat and sweater, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Just taking off my clothes made me feel a sense of relief.

The clothes weren't light, but they felt so heavy on the body that they made one's waist feel slumped down.

He had no idea how long he would have to live in this safe zone, or how much longer he could live there.

Wouldn't a person go crazy living in such a space?

"What have I been thinking about? Cooking, cooking." The man sighed deeply.

Now that things have come to this, what can thinking so much change?

Nothing will change. The safe zone won't expand because of your complaints, and the monsters outside won't suddenly disappear.

The small house doesn't have a dedicated kitchen; the living room, bedroom, and kitchen are all crammed into the same space.

As for refrigeration, of course, there is none.

Therefore, most ingredients are preserved using salt.

Although most things stored this way will taste extremely bad, at least they will last longer.

"Uh, I'm missing a bottle of salt." The man remembered that he should have two bottles of salt in his kitchen, one of which looked almost empty.

"Did I lose it myself?" He scratched his hair, a little annoyed.

When he was feeling irritable, he would habitually take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and light it.

He squinted and took a drag of his cigarette.

Cigarettes are expensive, so he can smoke a pack for a very long time.

Moreover, because it was so expensive, he even considered quitting smoking, but it seems he ultimately failed to do so.

This afternoon, when he checked his pockets, he found that he was out of cigarettes and had to buy a new pack.

At this point, he began to wonder if he really smoked that fast. He remembered that he hadn't smoked the last pack of cigarettes for very long.

After smoking the last bit of his cigarette, he carefully put it back into the cigarette pack.

He'd even smoke a cigarette butt, let alone a half-smoked cigarette; he's trying to save money wherever he can these days.

However, you need to extinguish the cigarette butt before putting it back.

However, even with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he couldn't find the ashtray he used to put out his cigarettes.

"That's strange, I remember it being right here." He didn't consider himself to have a bad memory, so he wouldn't forget where he put his everyday items.

"This is so annoying..." In desperation, he could only find a plate to put out his cigarette.

After that, he simply cooked himself a meal.

At night, I lay in bed, listlessly waiting for the surroundings to quiet down.

He can only sleep well when it's quiet.

There is no entertainment at night in this safe zone; everyone basically sleeps.

Unless you want to do something sneaky at night.

However, doing such a thing might get you caught by the angels or demons patrolling at night, and then you'd be in deep trouble.

As an important fighting force, the Bronze-class also took on some of the patrol duties.

But it seemed unusually noisy outside tonight, not with a loud "bang," but with loud talking.

Although it wasn't annoying, it still made it difficult to fall asleep.

Fortunately, after a neighbor complained, the conversation became much quieter, and he was finally able to get a good night's sleep.

"How boring..." the man murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

---

The next morning, the man began an ordinary new day.

He is not working in this safe zone.

The way men support themselves is by venturing out of their comfort zones and into dangerous areas to gather resources.

You can scavenge for scraps, pick some plants whose purpose you don't know, or even cut the skin off dead monsters along the way.

These are all things that anyone can do as long as they're not afraid of death.

Speaking of which, yesterday a guy I didn't know hit on me. He wasn't a beautiful woman, nor did he have any money. I have no idea what he wanted from hitting on me.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously shrugged.

After taking one last drag of his cigarette at the edge of the safe zone, the man prepared to leave.

"Cough cough, why does this smoke feel so pungent?" The man had felt something was off last night; he found it too pungent when he smoked.

This is not the kind of reaction a heavy smoker like myself should have.

However, this didn't bother him too much; at most, it made him a little depressed.

He shouldered his backpack and began exploring the wasteland outside the safe zone.

I was in a good mood when I was walking outside today, and I even had a feeling of being on cloud nine.

He bent down and picked up a piece of scrap metal in front of him.

At this moment, everything in his field of vision changed, as if he were in a "nightclub".

Colorful and bustling.

But he didn't think there was anything strange about it; wasn't this normal? He was just there to go to the nightclub.

Life was too hard, so men always had to come to places like this to seek pleasure—even if they didn't have much money.

The purple light shone on him, and a seductive woman teased the man.