A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Others might call the person who accomplished this feat a hero.

But Bray, the man who personally killed Migkaf, showed no change in expression whatsoever.

Will I be hunted?

"What I really want to know is where your base is," Bray muttered, tapping his forehead in exasperation.

However, despite the terrifying words from Migkaf, Bray didn't think that the Silver Seeds would be targeting him that frequently.

It should be noted that silver-level individuals are mostly individuals, and there is absolutely no sense of cohesion among them.

"I'm not even sure if bringing Nia and Levy out was the right thing to do," Bray thought, suddenly perplexed.

If it's in the capital, I'm afraid of Jonathan; if I bring him out, I'm afraid of those strange silver-type monsters.

Sure enough, there isn't a single safe place in Kapras now.

"Let's go back. We need to pack our things and head to Anjing City tomorrow," Bray said to himself dejectedly, looking up.

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Meanwhile, some adventurers who were exploring near the safe zone were all terrified and covered in cold sweat.

"Was I... just dreaming?" a scavenging adventurer asked, covering his forehead in terror.

Just a few seconds ago, he dreamed that he was skiing in a snowy place and didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Do you also feel like you were dreaming just now?" the companion next to him couldn't help but ask.

"I...I think I just turned into a fish," another person said weakly.

"Are we really too tired?"

"Probably so."

They will never realize that their memories have been altered time and again. Ummkandal, the demigod who controls cause and effect, sits on his towering throne.

The Silver Clan did not have the concept of a "king," and therefore, there was no throne.

This throne was created in imitation of the system of lower races, solely to emphasize its own status to other silver races.

Umkandal is hostile to the lower species and even wants to destroy them.

But this did not prevent Him from learning from the civilizations of lower races.

Since only dragons and giants among the silver races have the potential to create rudimentary civilizations, it is necessary to learn from the lower races.

Even Umkandal, a giant, learned much of his knowledge from lower species.

Indeed, some things do not naturally arise over time.

Of course, the "Alliance of the Gods" does not have a city in the strict sense. Even the place where Umkandal is located now can only be described as a base or a lair.

However, it can be considered a rudimentary form of a community.

Perhaps one day, when the Silver race is able to reproduce in large numbers, it will also have its own civilization.

Ultimately, a group pieced together from individuals is still too loosely organized.

Without absolute power, it's just a disorganized mess.

Umkandal sat on the throne in human form, wearing a thick red robe with fine fur wrapped around his shoulders.

He propped one cheek on his hand and glanced at the other silver race below the throne.

Apart from Him, no other Silver Being maintains human form.

The enormous body filled the hall; the mere sight of it would terrify any ordinary person.

“That human has finally started moving,” Umkandal said quietly.

The other Silver Race members exchanged glances; they too had sensed Migkaf's death.

But all they knew was that there were ignorant and arrogant people who wanted to rebel against the "alliance of the gods".

But judging from Umkandar's tone, He seemed to know exactly who it was.

"Umkandar, do you already know what kind of guy he is?" A silver-type being, as big as an iron ball, stepped forward and asked Umkandar with a puzzled look.

Since this is not a world of lower species, the kind of relationship between ruler and subject does not exist.

Although the Silver Race members held Umkandal in awe of his absolute power, they didn't address him with formal terms like "you" or "sir" every time they spoke to him.

The question posed by the iron ball is of great interest to the other silver-tier players.

Although the lower species are weak, there are still those in the safe zone who can fight them.

Many silver-level players suffered this loss and then left this world forever.

To be honest, if lower species didn't rely on safe zones, they really wouldn't understand what gave these ants their confidence.

“Ah, of course I know.” Umkandar said slowly, appearing completely unfazed.

Migkaf's words were filled with resentment, and at the moment of his death he even pleaded with the "Gods to unite" to hunt down that land at all costs.

This is actually a very serious matter, because the person killed was a Silver-ranked individual who managed the safe zone.

These "managers" are responsible for the progress of the silver species' encroachment on the world of lower species.

But Umm Kandar remained completely unmoved.

It's not because the deaths of our compatriots are insignificant, nor because the plans weren't disrupted, but because there's no point in being anxious.

"The one who killed Migkaf was the same human who cut off my arm."

Breclas.

Umkandal did not tell the other Silver Saints this name, but it had already formed in his mind.

Despite being a Black Iron type, Blakelas left a very deep impression on me.

He moved his arms, which were much more flexible than they had been a few years ago.

It took Him about a year to fully recover from the arm that was severed.

The group of Silver Seers fell silent.

Yes, lower species are very weak.

However, it is undeniable that there are "monsters" even among the lower species.

For example, there's Blakeras, who is even known among the Silver Seeds as "the one who hunts demigods."

The demigods were very reluctant to admit that they were weaker than mere humans, but the reality was presented to them time and again, forcing them to accept it.

The number of Silver Beings who died because of this human was so high that it made the demigods furious.

Besides Brekras, Dorothea of ​​the Northern Continent also gives the Silver Race a lot of headaches.

It can be said that the loss of Silver Race members was largely due to humans and artificial elves.

The Central Continent and the Northern Continent also have the fewest Silver species.

It's not that there weren't enough silver-level individuals to go to those two continents; rather, many of them were slaughtered.

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

"You mean Blakeras, right?! You mean Blakeras, right?!"

However, a loud laugh rang out from among the silent demigods.

Laughter accompanied the rising flames.

A colossal figure moved toward Umkandar, resembling a helmeted knight or a walking rock.

The flames flowing over His body were not wild, but rather fluttered like ribbons.

His head resembled that of a bird or a beast, but it was undoubtedly that of an absolute predator.

“Takaman, you seem very excited.” Umkandar looked at Takaman with interest.

“I’ll go,” Takaman said, shaking his hand at Umkandar.

The "Third Demon King," Takaman, still has a battle to fight with Blakelas.

Now He has finally found the opportunity to finish that never-ending battle.

Just hearing that name ignited His fighting spirit.

Do you know his location?

"Just look for it. The battle will begin when fate brings us together," Takaman said nonchalantly.

It's just that the Eastern Continent is a place; what you're meant to encounter, you'll eventually encounter.

"Alright, then let you go 'hunt' Blakeras."

“Hunting? No, it’s slaughter.” Takaman glanced at Umkandar, clearly displeased with the word “hunting.”

That human is not something that can be treated as prey.

After refuting Umkandar's words, Takaman walked out of the hall step by step.

His steps appeared steady, but the blazing flames told the others that he was eagerly anticipating the moment he would face Blakelas.

Although He was severely injured and has not fully recovered, this does not diminish His burning desire for battle.

Moreover, just as that human was becoming stronger, He was also learning how to fight.

“Alright, Takaman will now take charge of the Brekras matter,” Umkandal said to the remaining Silver Seers after watching Takaman leave.

Takaman seemed quite engrossed and unwilling to allow anyone else to interfere.

"Then we should also consider the matter of the traitors."

The traitor Umkandar referred to was Jonathan. Bray tapped the magic-powered vehicle he had spent some money to buy.

The magical vehicle in front of me, which had been through countless hands, was covered in rust, and many of its parts were even a little loose.

To be honest, Bray was very reluctant to get into such a dangerous vehicle.

Especially with two small animals behind them, a rollover could mean three lives lost.

In this day and age, having a means of transportation is already a big favor; expecting a warranty is simply wishful thinking.

Therefore, this car cannot be returned.

He ran his finger across the car door forcefully, and when he looked at his finger, he saw that it was covered in rust.

“…” Bray really wanted to complain, but no one listened to him.

He even stayed in this godforsaken place for a few days to earn money for this car.

But it was already very fast that they raised enough money to buy the magic car in just a few days.

However, this is because the magic vehicle itself is not very expensive; the most expensive part of the vehicle is the magic stone, which is an energy storage material.

Although magical tools are cheap, saving a lot of money compared to things like oil lamps, magic stones, which are used as energy sources, are not cheap.

However, since lamps and similar items don't consume many magic stones, they generally don't cause people to feel bad about spending money on them.

But driving consumes a completely different amount of energy, skipping a whole level.

These half-baked, assembled vehicles consume even more energy.

In the end, Bray managed to scrape together enough money to buy one as quickly as possible, since he had plenty of magic stones in his pocket.

He's actually a hidden millionaire; if he sold his accumulated magic stones, he could definitely live a comfortable life.

Even the best life in the wasteland has its limits.

In short, Bray couldn't wait to leave and head to Anjing City to see if there was a safe zone there.

After all, there wasn't a single person he knew in this safe zone, so there was nothing to miss.

And every now and then you'll see some passersby muttering that they've forgotten something, which is a bit creepy.

If we stay too long, it might scare our children.

Of course, before leaving, he took the opportunity to promote his work as a messenger.

In any case, now that he's calling himself a messenger, he should still make sure to tell others what's necessary.

Although he didn't know if others would remember what he had said.

Bray grabbed the car door, flipped over, and sat in the driver's seat.

He originally planned to sit down in the car in a cool way, but he didn't expect that his action would make the whole car creak and groan.