A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Even the lark that had been accompanying the white-faced bird through countless cycles of reincarnation disappeared amidst its chirping.

Just as Hakumian said, Hibari didn't have to perish along with Hakumian.

The lark is a very mysterious being; it is neither an Aragami nor a creation of Hakumen.

But it travels through timelines, journeying alongside Whiteface.

No matter where Shiromaki goes, Hibari will fly there.

It has no memory; it was born from someone's death, yet it is not anyone.

Despite this, it still instinctively follows Hakumian, even to the point of death.

Bai Mian lost everything; not a single person remained by his side, and even his weapons were gone.

"Beers" and "The Last Echo"—each sword was destroyed because of its own "reckless" fighting.

But Hakumian was never alone; Hibari was always with him.

“…” Bray grabbed a handful of ash and remained silent for a long time.

White harbored murderous intent towards Bray, but did he hate Bray? He never hated Bray, not even once.

Why should he hate this guy who is so similar to himself?

One could even say that Whiteface envies Bray.

Bray wasn't perfect or powerful, but he did many things that Whiteface had regretted before.

Without his guidance, he accomplished things that even he himself had never done before.

Therefore, he neither denied Bray's ideas nor hated anything about Bray.

I simply don't want this guy to go through all the pain I've endured, and I don't want to see the birth of another "white face".

However, in the end, it seemed to him that this Bray would not repeat the same mistake.

That's good...

"Don't use that garbage called 'Divine Source'." That was all Bai Mian said at the end of his life.

"I don't know how to use it," Bray solemnly promised.

"Very good...you will receive the gift I gave you...if your 'luck' continues."

But in the end, Whiteface didn't say what the gift was, nor did he give Bray anything substantial.

"Thump!" With all his strength gone, Bray fell backward to the ground.

From the moment the "battle of life and death" was completely over, Bray knew that Whiteface had truly disappeared from the world forever.

He suddenly felt a little lost.

Shiro's life ended just like that... It ended after a battle.

Is it possible that Bray himself might end his life inexplicably one day, just like Whiteface?

Thinking about it that way, it's really quite possible.

Maybe next year, next month, next day.

“Luck…” Bray murmured, gazing up at the sky.

Without the "life-or-death battle," he returned to the state of an ordinary person, no longer possessing great strength, speed, or physique.

They also lacked the willpower that allowed them to persist through more than a hundred cycles, unlike Bai Mian.

Only this one victory truly made Bray realize what it meant to be favored by the "will of the world".

But ultimately, it all comes down to the pocket watch he obtained at the "Wandering Tomb".

He never imagined that the pocket watch Mira said was "gifted by someone else" would one day save his life.

Without that pocket watch, he would have died while swinging his sword.

There was no chance to see the white-faced man's sword strike next.

After much deliberation, Bray could only conclude that he won the battle by sheer luck.

But for Bai Mian, luck is also part of his strength.

As long as you win, it doesn't matter if it's by luck.

Otherwise, Whiteface could have easily killed the extremely weakened Bray before he collapsed and perished.

Even at the very last moment, Hakumian remained unmatched.

Hakumen was simply unlucky when he unleashed that life-or-death sword strike.

That's it.

“Can my luck stay good forever? I’m not some lucky charm… This is tough,” Bray said with difficulty.

Bray felt acutely aware of his weakness; if any of Li Guo's men came along at that moment, they could easily kill him.

The pocket watch retraced its life force, but only to a few minutes before the moment of its death.

Throughout the entire battle with Whiteface, Bray's vitality was never strong.

One can only hope that the "Alliance of the Gods" won't be so clever as to come knocking at this time.

However, Bray's worries were actually unnecessary; as the person involved, he couldn't even imagine the battle with Whiteface.

Just how terrifying is it?

No one dared to step into this vast area; anyone who did would have their soul annihilated by the lingering, intense killing intent.

A very long time passed without anyone disturbing Bray.

Bray considered getting up and going to find the fanny pack he had thrown aside earlier, but he just couldn't move.

Although he wouldn't die anytime soon, Bray's entire body was completely out of control.

If his injuries continue to worsen like this, it could really cost him his life.

Having barely survived Bai Mian's clutches, he wasn't about to die so easily; otherwise, all his efforts would have made him seem like an idiot.

"Hey." A face suddenly filled Bray's entire field of vision.

"It's you..." Bray said irritably when he saw the familiar face.

Although Bray didn't use his cunning, he remained highly vigilant and could detect anyone who approached him.

However, the person who came was Atwood, so it's no wonder he didn't notice.

"So, what's with you lying there like an idiot?" Atwood asked Bray curiously.

He was originally going to continue wandering after parting ways with Bray.

Not long ago, he noticed the earth-shattering situation here, so after thinking it over, he came here to take a look.

He's a hunter, and his movement speed is definitely faster than Bray's on a skateboard.

It's just that there's no need to walk that fast when you're usually wandering around.

Sure enough, he soon arrived near the ruins.

The reason why it didn't appear at the beginning was because its aura was too terrifying, so no one dared to approach.

A hunter without a bow might become prey for a Silver-ranked hunter in no time. Maintaining a basic sense of tension is essential for survival, even amidst curiosity.

However, he never expected to see the human who had said goodbye to him just a day or two ago.

And he was in terrible condition, it was as if he had just gotten into a fight with someone.

"Are you saying you're saving the world?" Atwood joked.

“No, it was just a private duel,” Bray explained in a barely audible voice. “A private duel?” Atwood gave Bray a strange look.

"In that case, people will definitely die."

Atwood thought that Bray, dressed in rags, looked even more like a homeless person than he did.

If things continue like this, won't Bray die?

He thought Bray looked sickly and like he was about to die.

“You’re right, it’s the kind that kills people,” Bray replied weakly, “and it’s me killing myself.”

"You're really lucky; you didn't die."

"Oh right, I found your clothes and fanny pack on the road." It took Atwood a long time to remember that he was still holding Bray's clothes and fanny pack.

Actually, Atwood didn't care that the Blaine sword had a lot of patches on its outer shell.

What he cares about is a wallet full of food.

"So they're still here." Bray had thought his things would be destroyed in the battle, but it seems he was quite lucky.

This was all thanks to Bray throwing it away beforehand; otherwise, even the sturdiest armor wouldn't have held up in such a fierce fight.

This is a truly rare and amazing fanny pack...

"Could you help me get some medicine out of there?"

"Where's the meat?" Atwood was incredibly loyal to his desires; even now, he still remembered what he wanted to eat.

“Yes, yes, I have everything,” Bray said weakly.

Atwood licked his lips and reached into his bottomless fanny pack.

"Your fanny pack is really weird." Atwood had a hard time describing the feeling when he put his hand inside; it was like touching a pile of junk.

So he tried to take out what he had touched.

"what is this?"

"This is salt."

So Atwood threw the salt back.

"What is this?"

"These are seasonings."

So the elf hunter had no choice but to throw the seasoning back as well.

"This is... I know what it is without you having to tell me."

“It’s meat,” Atwood answered himself.

"..." Bray was speechless.

Then Atwood pulled out all sorts of junk, causing his expression to change repeatedly.

You can find anything in there; Atwood even found motorcycle parts, kitchen utensils, and woodworking materials.

Finally, half an hour later, Atwood found the medicine.

"Is this awful green liquid the medicine you were talking about?" Atwood shook the bottle and tried to ask.

“Yes, just pour it into my mouth,” Bray said, glancing at the potion.

After hearing this, Atwood calmly shoved the bottle into Bray's mouth.

Although his actions were a bit rough, he assured Bray that he wouldn't choke to death.

"Cough cough..."

"Find another bottle..." Bray coughed a few times after finishing his medicine. Although he didn't choke to death, he still choked a bit.

Atwood looked disgusted, but still went to find the medicine.

"Why is your fanny pack so messy? It usually takes you half an hour to find something."

“It’s not messy at all,” Bray said.

He usually finds things very easily with just a touch, but it's just that Atwood can't find them himself; it has nothing to do with his wallet.

You can treat the fanny pack as a storage unit, except that your hand can be anywhere inside this "storage unit".

Finally, after Atwood kept administering the medication, Bray was able to get up from the ground.

Thanks to the priest's medicine, he once again returned from the brink of death.

Of course, despite the priest's powerful medicine, it was not enough to make Bray's right arm heal so quickly.

Bray's right arm was not only pierced, but also shattered by the impact, with a large piece of flesh missing.