A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Later, after the apocalypse, he apparently sold the item to support his family.

Anyway, this thing can only detect the presence of silver species, so it doesn't really cause any negative impact.

"A sense of déjà vu?"

“Yes, using something like this to chase large monsters… I always feel like I’m one of those hunters who use hounds to hunt.” Bray said with a strange look.

If I were using a shotgun, I'd probably look more like a hunter hunting large monsters.

"What you're doing is essentially no different from what a hunter does."

"It's just that you're hunting demigods," Afrena said calmly.

For many years, He still couldn't understand why this foolish human in front of Him was qualified to fight against those monsters.

He really doesn't have any heroic qualities at all. If it weren't for those two swords, Bray would look like a country bumpkin or a bandit.

"Achoo—" Bray sneezed for no apparent reason.

But Bray didn't take this to heart and instead, as Afrena had instructed, hung the bottle on his belt.

Since most of his longswords were hung on the right side, all the bottles were hung on the left side.

After all, he mostly uses both hands to hold the sword, with his left hand holding the longsword more often.

"By the way, do you have anything for traveling?" Bree asked Avrena casually if she had any means of transportation.

He figured that after he killed this demigod, he would have to run to the Shahjaman chieftainship, so it wouldn't hurt to hitch a ride now.

As for getting a pouch from Joshua, Bray figured that things from angels were of reliable quality.

His prosthetic eye was also given to him by a demon, and it was quite powerful.

This led him to constantly want to get some more good stuff from the Bronze race.

"Breclas, you are truly insatiable."

"In this respect, we are no different from other humans."

"Don't generalize, the same goes for bronze-level characters," Bray shrugged and said casually.

The tendency to constantly criticize other races is a common flaw in every race.

“Here you go.” Afrena didn’t discuss the matter with Bray, but readily tossed a cube to him.

The cube, resembling crystal, unfolded into a board after falling to the ground.

A question mark appeared above Bray's head. You're telling him this is a means of transportation?

“This is a skateboard. As long as you have enough magic, you can keep floating and moving forward,” Aphrena explained.

He instantly changed from a "?" to a "!".

It's a skateboard, I love it!

“You can use magic stones, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding magic stones.”

“We certainly don’t lack magic stones.” Bray poured a pile of magic stones out of his pouch with a “whoosh.” Sandy land is scarce in the Eastern Continent; apart from areas near the coast, there are generally no large areas of sand.

So the path Bray was walking on at this point was basically dirt and forest.

Although people have all retreated to the safe zone, there are still many wild beasts or monsters in the wild.

Of course, aside from numbers, monsters completely overwhelm beasts in every other aspect.

Therefore, what you see more often are monsters.

Unfortunately, monster meat doesn't taste very good. Don't ask, I've just eaten it.

At this moment, Bray is standing on the skateboard that Aphrena gave him, following the lead of Radiance.

To be honest, he really felt like he had the air of a hunter.

Tracking down large monsters by following clues and finally slaying them—isn't that what hunters do?

It seems I need to practice using firearms, otherwise I'd be letting down the title of "the hunter of demigods".

Since the Silver Seed is giving him so much face, he should work hard too.

The skateboard, moving at high speed, never touched the ground from beginning to end, traveling at a height of about half a meter off the ground.

Because of this, Bray can basically ignore most ground obstacles and only needs to avoid trees.

"Wow...that's fast." Feeling the wind blowing in his face, Bray exclaimed in surprise.

This speed was basically not much slower than when Levy was carrying herself and running.

Using this skateboard to travel is much faster than using a magic car, but the skateboard cannot carry people, so it's not useful for family trips.

Afrena really gave herself an amazing means of transportation; she will definitely take good care of it.

I just don't know if this skateboard can actually serve as a temporary shield. If it can, I'd call it a miracle.

"Roar!!!" Just as Bray was marveling at how excellent his skateboard was, some unknown monster in the tree pounced over, clearly having been waiting for its prey.

Bray simply slashed with his sword casually, then continued on his way without looking back.

As for the monster that targeted the wrong creature, it was swiftly and cleanly killed, and will likely become food for other monsters afterward.

There were many of these monsters along the way, waiting to hunt other things, and even more of them pounced on Bray.

After all, in order not to attract the attention of the silver-level creature he was pursuing, Bray basically kept his aura hidden the entire time.

If it weren't in sight, they might not even notice Bray.

Even when they appear within the monster's field of vision, they have none of the imposing presence of cats or dogs.

This is pitiful for some monsters who have been starving all day. After spending so much time choosing their prey, they ended up picking a guy who recently decided to become a hunter.

One monster after another pounced on them as if courting death, and then one by one they were casually slashed away.

However, the number of monsters Bray encountered was gradually decreasing, and the trees around him were becoming sparser.

Later on, it could hardly be called a forest anymore.

The ground also changed from mud to a thick, black oil swamp.

Bray glanced down at the black oil swamp, a place clearly impossible to stand in.

Once you step in, you have no idea how deep it is.

Although these black oil swamps looked disgusting, they did not emit any strange smell.

Fortunately, although this black oil was distributed on the ground, it did not leave any normal ground.

After finally finding a place to stand, Bray slammed his foot on the back of his skateboard.

After stepping on it, the skateboard's speed dropped sharply, and it began to rub against the ground.

Because of the high speed, the dirt that flew out from both sides of the skateboard was as fast as bullets.

However, Bray jumped off the skateboard as it began to slow down.

After landing, he kicked the skateboard hard, sending it flying into the air.

The skateboard that was kicked into the air retracted on its own in mid-air, eventually returning to its original cube shape.

Its standby state is like a square crystal, which is much more luxurious than the simple skateboard shape.

Bray grabbed the cube and casually stuffed it into his waist pouch.

Angels like flashy things, so Bray wasn't surprised at all.

But he still didn't understand why the standby mode had to be so fancy, while the actual use was so simple...

Is there some deeper meaning? No matter how hard Bray thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up.

If you ask him to think about something logical, he can manage to think about it a little, but it's better to avoid things he can't understand.

"This must mean it's almost here," Bray murmured, watching the radiance moving unusually fast in front of him.

The glow was indeed flying towards a certain place along the way, but it wasn't as "enthusiastic" as it is now.

"No...we've already arrived." But Bray quickly corrected himself.

The reason is simple: he had just used his inner eye to observe and "saw" the target.

"Come back, you've worked hard." Bray opened his bottle and said to the glowing light.

As soon as the words were spoken, the radiance surged toward the bottle.

The Radiance doesn't seem to be a living being in the strict sense, yet it can still exhibit such behavior, which is truly astonishing.

Even if Radiance could perform a transformation for him, he probably wouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Pop." After the glow stayed obediently in the bottle, Bray put the cap back on.

After hanging the bottle back on his body, Bray put his hands in his pockets.

He looked around, intending to familiarize himself with the terrain.

"BOOM!!!!"

"boom!"

From time to time, Bray could hear this booming sound coming from not far away, but the reason for the sound was not because of any fierce battle.

It was probably because the silver-haired creature turned over in its sleep.

For a moment, Bray even had the illusion that houses around him were being demolished.

He covered his ears, trying to lower the volume, but let go when he realized it was ineffective.

Bray glanced at the black oil swamp at his feet; if he looked closely, he could make out many skeletons in it.

There are monsters and wild beasts, as well as humans.

The "people" here do not simply refer to humans like Bray, nor do they simply refer to the Black Iron race.

Instead, they were the corpses of lower species, including those of the Bronze Species.

Before the carnivorous demigods, the Bronze race was nothing more than a different kind of food.

Who knows if there are even more horrifying skeletons in the deeper parts of the swamp.

Bray hoped it wasn't true, though his hope was very slim.

After carefully walking along the unpainted ground for a while, Bray locked onto his target.

There's absolutely no need to spend any effort searching; the silver seed is sound asleep right there in this "nest."

Its enormous, mountain-like body could probably be easily found by anyone who wasn't blind.

What's this silver variety called? I don't know.

What is the concept of this "silver seed"? The question of "a final echo" wasn't asked.

Bray stood there near the sleeping Silver Seed, completely unaware that he was as inconspicuous as the grass and trees.

The surrounding environment was quite unfriendly to Bray, a normal person.

Let's just call this the home turf of the Silver race.

He slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets and then gripped both of his swords in his hands.

The silver-haired creature remained completely unaware of what was happening behind him as he took his hand out of his pocket.

But when Bray's sword was drawn, the primordial behemoth, as black as lacquer, finally reacted.

A short, crisp sound, "clang," startled Him awake.

Sure enough, no matter how relaxed they were, some Silver-ranked individuals still had quite sharp senses.

The giant beast raised its head and stood up from the ground with its heavy body.

This simple action caused the surrounding ground to tremble and the black oil swamp to boil.

This place is a dead zone; apart from this silver seed, there are no other living beings.

The moment He stood up, it was as if a skyscraper had sprung up out of thin air in front of him.

"Roar!!! ...

The roar was so powerful that even Bray was forced back a small step by the shockwave.

"..." Bray looked at the awakened behemoth, his body retreating, but his grip on the sword did not loosen at all.

He originally thought this guy was the kind of person who was thick-skinned and wouldn't wake up no matter how much he was disturbed.