A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If the above explanation is too complicated, let's simplify it.

The area above is the security zone within the federal capital, Mordoria.

At this moment, a third of the safe zone was as if it had been swept by a tornado, with large areas of buildings collapsing.

Beneath the building ruins, one could vaguely see blood seeping out from below.

As time passed day by day, the last remaining habitat of the lower species was constantly being shrunk.

The same applies to the Federal Capital and the Imperial Capital, not to mention the safe zones in some smaller cities on the Central Continent.

Since the day Betley's heart began to malfunction, the Silver Seed has been "visiting" the safe zone more and more frequently.

At the same time, the number of lower species dying off is decreasing, to the point that everyone has the illusion that the lower species in the Middle Continent are about to be wiped out.

A man with exceptionally sharp eyes stood on the ruins of these buildings, gazing at a giant bird perched on a "tree" in front of him.

He didn't care at all whether the stones under his feet were crushing the corpse of some poor person, and just walked straight ahead.

Calling that tree a tree is a bit inaccurate, and calling that giant bird a bird is also inaccurate.

The so-called big trees are formed by countless sand, rocks and other debris stirred up by violent tornadoes.

The monster that created this tornado possesses most of the characteristics of a bird, except that its head is that of a lion.

Of course, you shouldn't confuse Him with beings like the Sphinx, because His lower body is still that of a bird.

Only the head is a lion's head; the whole thing looks strange, somewhat like an owl with a deformed beak.

"Tch...looks really arrogant." The guy with eyes like a venomous snake was none other than Gurid.

This is a guy who doesn't have any proper job. Putting aside his abilities, all his jobs are "stealing" other people's things.

Gurid stared coldly at the lion-headed bird and began to twirl the gun in his hand.

"Laurentina, don't step on these places..." An elven ranger grabbed a girl who was trying to catch up with Greed.

"Why?" Laurentina looked at the elven ranger named Tristia without any expression and asked in a tone devoid of doubt.

“…” Tristy pointed to the blood beneath the stone and sighed.

Laurentina nodded as if she understood, then avoided the stone and prepared to continue chasing Gurid.

"Slow down, that guy doesn't need our help." Tristia looked helplessly at the little girl's back.

Tristy really doesn't understand why Lauren Tina is so attached to that scumbag.

"Greed, Laurentina is here to help," the girl with no name or ID said to Greed.

“No need,” Gurid replied coldly.

"Why did you wait until so much of the safe zone was destroyed before you made your move? You had plenty of opportunities to act sooner." Tristia pulled Laurentina to her side and asked Gurid coldly.

"Why?" Gurid asked, his cold expression turning into maniacal laughter as if he had heard a joke.

"Of course, it's so those guys can thank me properly."

"The guy who saved everyone in advance, nobody appreciates him."

“But those who arrive late, after everything has been destroyed, will be celebrated,” Gurid said, spreading his arms wide in a cold tone.

Tristy was speechless for a moment.

"Even if the world of the lower races becomes a wasteland, people's ideas will not change, that's a fact." The thief arrogantly spoke rebellious words in front of Tristia.

Yet this is an argument that cannot be refuted.

"A virtuous person who does ten thousand good deeds can become an eternal villain if he makes just one wrong move."

“As for me, all I need to do is do a few good deeds, and everyone will think I’m worthy of praise.” The wind blew through Gurid’s short brown hair, and his expression gradually became crazed.

"Many people understand this principle, but that guy just doesn't get it." Gurid muttered to himself, his frenzied emotions instantly cooling down and returning to a calm state.

“Tristy, dig out anyone still alive around here,” the mentally unstable thief said.

“Then they will be witnesses to me doing great things.” After saying this, Gureed looked down at Laurentina, who was several heads shorter than him.

“You go too,” he ordered Laurentina.

"Lauren Tina understands." The expressionless girl nodded emphatically, agreeing readily.

She had no independent opinions; she did whatever Goody told Tristy.

She can't even distinguish between gentleness and ungentleness.

“There’s one here.” Laurentina’s small hand easily lifted up a piece of building debris the size of a room, revealing a survivor underneath who was almost inhuman.

"Uh..." Tristia wanted to say something, but after seeing the horrific state of the person, she gave up and began to rescue them.

After all the troublesome guys behind him were gone, Gurid finally had time to walk towards the silver seed.

The wind was howling, and Gulid was having some difficulty walking, but thankfully, he wasn't completely unable to move.

Even if he acts like the villain on the Federation's side, even if he recklessly demands already scarce resources—

Yet people in this world still consider themselves saints who can save them, which is utterly ridiculous.

It was only because he did a little bit of what he called a good deed.

That colonel of the empire, who had merely made a few "odd" mistakes, was burdened with a bad reputation.

Why are people's thoughts so simple, as simple as a trash can?

The world has long since ended, but human infighting continues unabated, and human intrigue remains ubiquitous.

Many people are clearly nothing, yet they still manage to possess wealth and power they don't deserve.

Those who break the rules are often more likely to control everything than those who are honest and law-abiding.

Reasonable? Unreasonable?

Goodeid didn't care about any of that.

He wanted what those guys had; he wanted to take it all.

So all he needs to know is that he has to be the kind of guy who doesn't follow the rules.

However... we should deal with the monster in front of us first.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" Goodeed asked casually, looking up at the lion-headed bird.

"Are you that mortal who observes the precepts?" Silver Seed replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Tsk." Seeing the Silver Seer's attitude that the question was meaningless to a mortal, Gurid clicked his tongue.

"Never mind, I don't think you'd know how to use it." He answered the question himself.

He fired a blank shot into the sky with the gun in his hand.

The world around Gurid and the Silver Seed first darkened, and then countless streetlights lit up.

No one knows when it started, but the giant trees formed by the raging winds quietly disappeared, and humans and demigods stretched out onto the streets at night.

That's a street you can find now and in the past, a street where the down-and-out and the homeless gather.

The extremely simple buildings stood on both sides, leaving only a very narrow road, barely enough to fit the silver seed.

"Light up, street of losers"

"Since you can't use a gun, choose your own way to die." Bray stood in a place in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, facing the sea.

The sky is high and the air is crisp; he guesses that autumn has arrived.

However, he still couldn't be too sure, because he had neither a watch nor a calendar.

When traveling alone in the wasteland, he doesn't bother to count exactly how many days have passed.

But one thing Bray is certain of is that there are absolutely no six months left now.

By the end of winter, it should have been six months, which was the final deadline Bray had promised his daughter.

It seems I need to return to Anjing City before spring.

He could have easily had Nick teleport him around, but he didn't.

He walked the entire way by himself.

As for the specific reason... it's probably because they don't want the Silver Seeds to help them too much?

He believed that he had to repay whatever help others gave him in the end, so he gave up the idea of ​​relying on the Silver Seed.

This is why Bray's prosthetic eye is still shattered—he hasn't gone to Spring Wolf to heal his injuries.

He knew he still owed Favarona a huge favor, and if he went to see her again, it would cause a lot of unpleasant things.

You can understand it with just a little thought.

How could a proud demigod possibly be willing to become a mere mortal at the mercy of others?

The same logic applies to Nick; Bray doesn't want to contact him too often.

So, it's definitely easier to find a fish yourself and then just hop across the sea.

Bray thought that as long as the fish he picked were fast enough, it wouldn't take too long to reach the North Continent.

Even if this doesn't work, Bray still has that skateboard.

You might not be able to tell me, but that skateboard can even glide on the sea, but of course, if there are fish, you should choose fish.

After all, I don't have to work so hard.

As for what to do after arriving in the Northern Continent... we'll see.

Although he knew that the headquarters of the "Alliance of the Gods" was in the Northern Continent, he had no idea how to get there and could only take it one step at a time.

Because he's not smart.

"Moo!" A large, stranded fish made a sound like a cow in front of Bray.

How does it get stranded? Of course, it gets stranded because it's been hit and pulled ashore from the sea.

This fish simply couldn't figure out how to get it out of the sea.

However, this did not prevent the fish from expressing strong dissatisfaction with Bray.

Its head looks like it's wearing a bone helmet, and its body is about the size of a speedboat.

Just by looking at its streamlined body, you can tell that this guy must be very fast.

"Ahem..." Bray cleared his throat and began to think about how to talk to the fish.

He took out the leaf flute that Atwood had given him and blew a short note.

What Bray meant was, "Could you give me a ride? I want to go to that continent in the north."

"Pah!" So the fish spat a mouthful of seawater onto the edge of the mine.

This human inexplicably wants to give him a ride; he must be dreaming.

Why should I ride him? If this guy dares to force his way on, I'll just flip him over and drown him in the sea.

"..." Bray began to doubt whether Ye Di was not working properly, as the other party's reaction seemed to indicate that they did not understand.

Or does it mean that wild animals don't include fish? That can't be right.

Unconvinced, Bray carefully organized his thoughts and began to play the leaf flute once more.

This time, Ye Di's singing was very continuous, unlike before when it was short and abrupt, suggesting that Bulei must have a lot to say.

"Moo! Moo!!!" After hearing the song, the fish flapped its fins and used its tail to splash water, trying to get itself covered in filth.

Fortunately, Bray anticipated the opponent's move and had already hidden to the side.

“…” Bray had reason to believe that the leaf flute Atwood had given him was unreliable.

Otherwise, why would the other party be so irritable? Just now, I was able to politely ask the other party for a ride.

Seeing that Bray was deep in thought, the fish tried to return to the sea.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Bray panicked when he saw the fish's movements.

He had gone to great lengths to scoop the fish up; he couldn't just let it go back into the sea.

Now that he's ashore, let him reform properly and never let him go back to the sex trade.

"Come back!" For a moment, Bray even forgot to continue using the leaf flute.

Therefore, the fish completely ignored the warning and headed straight for the sea; it wanted to go into the sea and not come ashore.