A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He successfully arrived at the "Prophet's Tomb," which was the first stop on this journey.

Bray also sincerely hopes this won't be the last stop.

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When Bray revealed a subtle expression, Atwood also revealed the same expression.

It's just that Bray didn't notice.

For a long time, the general public has used various levels to classify the strength of adventurers, and this level standard is even used to measure other professions.

S-class is the strongest; that's always been the consensus.

But there are people in this world who are far more powerful than the so-called S-class, and there are more of them than people imagine.

Moreover, among this group, some possess the strength to threaten Silver-rank individuals.

Atwood was one of them.

He calculated that he must be over two hundred years old, which is considered very old for an elf.

However, due to some extraordinary encounters, his appearance has not yet shown any signs of aging.

Anyone with extraordinary abilities would not believe it themselves, let alone others.

Atwood was confident in his abilities, so he stepped forward on the day of the catastrophe.

Without the "safe zone" mentioned by the mine, he tried to protect the people in the city behind him with his bow.

However, while it is said that even lower-level species can have powerful individuals who can threaten silver-level species, that threat is only a "possible" threat.

Looking at Atwood's current state, you can probably guess how things turned out back then.

In the case of silver species, they are beings that lower-level species cannot even look up to, let alone be worthy of.

Atwood's arrow did indeed pierce a demigod, but the opponent was actually not seriously injured.

At most, the demigod chose to leave afterward because of the intense pain.

But before the demigod left, it was all over.

His bow was destroyed, the city perished, and all the people in the city died.

He was the only one left alive, and became a wanderer.

Atwood had been wandering in this area simply because he knew there were still people alive there.

As a wanderer, he silently searched for survivors, guiding them to find other like-minded people.

Atwood taught them how to hide themselves in this brutal wasteland and how to ensure the camp's survival as much as possible.

Despite this, only a few people remained in the camp, and death was inevitable.

Atwood's past glory is meaningless now; he is no different from the rest of the wasteland except that he is a hunter and a wanderer.

He was not high above, nor was he invincible; he was merely a wanderer who could die at the hands of a demigod at any moment.

But knowing there's a "safe zone" means his job as a watchman should be over.

Atwood's future work will likely involve finding survivors and guiding them to safe zones.

From now on, he will merely be a minor character in this world's story, utterly insignificant.

“Blakes…” Atwood murmured.

“What a formidable fellow.” As a hunter, Atwood knew very well what kind of aura Bray possessed.

No matter how Bray tried to hide his aura, it was useless, because Atwood was stronger than Bray in terms of aura.

Without using his inner eye, Atwood's perception is far superior to Bray's.

Therefore, Atwood knew that Bray exuded a "sharp" aura, while also carrying a certain strong presence.

The aura didn't belong to Bray himself; it was probably from one of Bray's "prey."

He was covered in the aura of a Silver Being, and the aura of a dead Silver Being at that.

If you calculate it that way, how many Silver Seeds did that young man actually kill? Atwood thought the guy was pretty impressive.

Although the young man was not qualified to be a hunter, the target he hunted was a bit beyond the scope of his abilities.

I'm so envious. If only I had that kind of strength back then, I wouldn't have been unable to protect others even after my bow was destroyed. Hello everyone! I'm Nia, Nia Kras! Of course, you can also call me Yunni!

I am a member of the remarkable Claes family, and I am diligently learning swordsmanship today.

Do you see this lovely older sister in front of me? It's Levy.

Huh? You're asking me why I'm learning swordsmanship? Do you even need to ask? Of course, it's to see my mother.

Nia felt confident she could use that... "Ghost Gate Return"? Or was it "Reverse Blade" again?

Ah, whatever, it's all about opposing or something.

Compared to the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sword techniques that Dad talked about, these "clang clang clang" sword techniques are much simpler!

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"Bring it on, Levy!" Nia stood in front of Levy, holding a wooden sword and looking quite the part.

In fact, Nia had never seen her father strike a proper pose, but her father always insisted that she strike a pose seriously.

So why can a father be so casual? Just because he's a father, does that mean he can do whatever he wants? That's incredibly unfair.

In that case, Nia also wants to be a father.

"Stand still, okay?" Levy said lazily, wagging her tail. =V=

Levy can't read minds, so she has no idea what kind of crazy ideas Nia is having right now.

If she had known, she would definitely have taken Nia to find Yunji and given Nia a good lesson.

Incidentally, Levy was holding a fireball in her hand at this moment, seemingly preparing to persecute the little lion.

"Stand still, you can stand anywhere." Nia took a deep breath, her little face filled with a solemn sense of ritual.

To better teach Nia swordsmanship and to ease the pressure on his daughter, Bray wrote a small notebook.

The above are scattered sword techniques, basically selected by Bree from a vast collection of sword techniques.

This is probably the most suitable sword techniques for beginners.

Since Bray wasn't sure if Nia was even paying attention to the words, he drew them out.

Bray had always given detailed instructions, and this notebook was meant to be easily consulted by Nia so she wouldn't forget anything.

After all, Bray felt that his memory was just so-so, and he couldn't expect his daughter to have a good memory.

Therefore, even after Bray left, Nia was still able to properly learn swordsmanship.

Carrasco had also corrected Nia's basic posture, so her movements wouldn't be distorted again.

It can only be said that Bray owes Carrasco a favor, albeit unknowingly.

"Are you ready with the fireball too?" Levy asked the fireball in her hand.

"Meow!?" Fireball wanted to ask if it could say it wasn't ready.

He had long wanted to know why he had to be persecuted, and that even the young master's demands were not so excessive.

The fireball was on the verge of tears; if it could speak, it would surely begin to complain.

"Meow meow meow..."

"Let's begin then." Levy's ears twitched, tacitly acknowledging that the fireball was ready.

"Whoosh!" The fireball was thrown out like a grenade.

Because Levy's words were too powerful, no matter how hard Nia tried, she couldn't successfully parry them at this stage, so Levy chose to attack with a fireball.

The fireball, seemingly devoid of any will to live, spat out a burst of fire after being thrown out.

"Heave-ho!" Nia swung her sword with all her might, trying her best to find the so-called spell "node".

However, Nia failed; the flames of the fireball narrowly missed her.

"Boom!" The wooden plank behind Nia was hit by the fireball, and instantly a charred mark appeared.

As for Nia, she was stunned into place by the dangerous attack.

"..." Nia's eyes were wet, and she felt like crying because she was frightened.

“Fireball, you scared Nia,” Levy said to the fireball in her hand.

The fireball looked aggrieved; it had already avoided Nia, so what else could it do?

"Nia, don't cry." After throwing away the fireball in frustration, Levy rushed to Nia's side in a panic.

"Wa ...

Levy had no choice but to pick up the fireball again and place it in Nia's arms, trying to distract her with the toy.

Just then, Levy's tail, which had been swaying gently, suddenly stopped.

I smelled something unpleasant, similar to the smell of blood, but with a slight difference.

"Yun Ji, Yun Ji!" After Levy finished doing all that, she immediately started calling Yun Ji's name.

"What's wrong, Levy?" Yun Ji came out after hearing Levy's call.

If she remembered correctly, wasn't Levy teaching Nia swordsmanship?

Although she still doesn't understand how Levy taught Nia swordsmanship, and can't tell that Levy seems to know anything about swordsmanship.

"Tell Nia, Levy doesn't know how." Levy gestured with her arms outstretched.

When Yunji heard what Levy said, she indeed noticed that Nia's eyes were filled with tears.

Ah, Nia is such a spoiled child; she doesn't seem as strong as I thought.

But that makes sense, Nia is only a few years old.

Yunji cupped Nia's small face in her hands, looking at her with a gentle smile.

"Waaah!" But Nia still looked aggrieved.

"Levy has to go do other things," Levy said to Yunji, raising her little paw.

"Other things?" Yunji, who was about to start comforting Nia, looked at Levy with a puzzled expression.

"Um, other things." After saying that, Levy darted onto the roof without looking back.

"She looks like a little animal." Yun Ji couldn't help but sigh as she watched Levy's agile movements.

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On the other hand, Levy moved through the safe zone of Anjing City at an extremely fast speed.

Their movements were so swift that they left only a trail of afterimages in the alleyways.

In just a few breaths, Levy arrived at her destination.

She lightly leaped from the rooftop and landed in front of a figure.

The figure looked disheveled, and the blank expression matched the demeanor emanating from his clothes.

However, Levy knew that this was not some kind of down-and-out vibe.

The down-and-out vibe is that kind of颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of

The man with the haggard face looked at Levy sideways.

Levy met the other person's gaze.

The next moment, the man suddenly stood up, and a gelatinous liquid flowed out from under his clothes.

This is not a human, but a monster, a monster that eats people.

Unfortunately, it was frozen in place the moment it sprang into action.

A chill permeated the alley, and ice crystals condensed from water vapor danced in front of Levy.

It landed on the monster that had become an ice sculpture.

Levy didn't know what kind of monster was in front of her, but that didn't stop her from attacking the monster that only had murderous intent.

She had to take good care of Nia; it wouldn't be good if Nia got hurt.

"BOOM!!!" The ferocious tail smashed the ice sculpture into countless fragments.