A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The sea is wonderful; there's plenty of food and a vast area.

I don't want to stay on land where there's absolutely no profit to be made.

Bray then expressionlessly drew his longsword with his left hand and gripped the leaf flute with his still-unhealed right hand.

He blew a soft whistle.

Then the fish, which were rushing into the sea with a "splashing" sound, suddenly stopped.

"Clang!" Bray tapped a rock beside him with his sword and then blew a leaf flute.

The fish with the hard head turned its head and glanced back at Bray with remarkable intelligence.

It stared into Bray's dead fish eyes with its own fish eyes.

With a blank expression, Bray cleaved the seawater beside the fish with his sword, and a huge wave splashed onto the fish, but the fish didn't dare to move.

Generally speaking, you should run away when you encounter danger.

But if the danger is really, really, really dangerous, then they will be too scared to run.

For example, now.

"Well, this leaf flute is pretty effective, isn't it?" Bray said, looking at the leaf flute he was holding.

The meaning that Bray conveyed with the leaf flute was actually quite simple—

If they don't take him across the sea, he'll be turned into sashimi on the spot.

Words alone were clearly not enough to intimidate the fish, so Bray also exuded his aura.

Then the fish cowered into a ball.

Bray approached the fish step by step.

"!!!!" The fish was so frightened that it instinctively swayed its tail from side to side.

After thinking for a few seconds, Bray blew his leaf flute, signaling the guy to go into the water first.

The fish obediently went into the water and didn't immediately run as far as it could.

Its intuition told it that even if it ran, it couldn't escape; it might be blown out the next second after diving down.

Although it didn't know what sashimi was, it knew it was definitely not a good thing, and it didn't want to become sashimi at all.

Bray patted the fish's back and sighed helplessly. "It would have been better if we had done this earlier, so we wouldn't have wasted everyone's time."

He rolled over and sat near the fish's head.

Because this guy's back is quite slippery, he has to live near the rougher skull-like helmet.

"Don't even think about escaping at sea." If this fish tries to cause trouble halfway through the journey, Bray will chase after it with his skateboard and slice it to pieces.

Anyway, I'm worried that my meals are too monotonous without seafood.

This time, Bray didn't use the leaf flute, which was unexpected, as the fish understood.

The content isn't important; all you need to understand is that Bray's words were a blatant threat.

With his eyes lowered, Bray began to play a leaf flute on the fish.

Every note of the flute was a blatant threat.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the big fish obediently headed north.

Do you know when a fish is at its worst?

The fish that Bray rode before didn't understand, but now it does.

The worst situation is being forced to carry someone who intends to slice themselves into sashimi, and then getting caught when trying to escape.

It once thought that once it reached the sea, it would be its own domain; now it realizes how naive it was.

Bray stepped onto the skateboard and began teaching it how to cook fish.

This human doesn't sleep either, at most he'll sit and take a nap, which means the fish can't find even the slightest chance.

This is ridiculous! Don't you humans need to sleep? You'll die suddenly!

Amidst the fish's grief, the gentle sound of a leaf flute echoed across the sea.

This leaf flute was a death sentence for this fish; don't think it didn't know what the flute's sound meant.

But the painful days are finally coming to an end.

After two days of full-speed travel, the fish finally carried Bray to a continent that seemed to be their destination.

Those who travel directly north from the Eastern Continent will not reach the Northern Continent, but this fish understands Bray's request.

So it found a location on the continent to the north, rather than simply heading north, because it wanted to escape its suffering as soon as possible.

This fish could see the outline of the continent, and so could Bray.

Bray stopped blowing his leaf flute and quietly watched the land getting closer.

It was a vast expanse of land covered in snow.

As they traveled, the temperature kept dropping, so Bray put on thicker clothes and a scarf.

He learned advanced techniques of concealing his breath from Atwood, which greatly helped Bray at sea.

When concealing its presence, not only monsters, but even silver-level creatures in the sea wouldn't be able to detect that they were sitting on this fish.

Almost everyone thought there was only a crazy fish speeding across the surface of the sea and paid it no heed.

Despite playing the flute and fishing these past few days, no one seemed to notice him.

"Moo!!!" the fish weakly cried out.

“I understand, I will let you go,” Bray said.

But then he realized that the fish couldn't understand him, so he blew the leaf flute again.

The sound of the flute made the fish want to cry.

It has finally made it through the ordeal and can now return to the sea, no longer having to swim "splashing" on the surface.

"BOOM!!!!" But the moment Bray made his promise to his new mount, an explosion came from somewhere on the sea.

It was the sound of an explosion being muffled beneath the seawater.

The explosion was accompanied by a huge wave.

Without even looking up, Bray saw a fish as big as four magic vehicles put together.

The key is not size, but length.

The creature's head was on the shore, but its tail was sticking up far away from the coast.

"We've been discovered?" Bray murmured to himself.

Judging from its aura, the abnormally long fish was a silver-level creature, and Bray immediately mistook it for one that had come to hunt him down.

But the next second, the guy dived back into the sea, completely unaware of Bray.

“…” Bray pinched his chin and frowned. It seemed that the other party had not noticed him.

So what are the newly appeared silver species doing? Are they playing in the water?

"Moo..." He wasn't afraid of the silver-colored fish, but the fish below him were terrified.

The moment the silver-colored creature's head rose from beneath the seawater, this fish, which wasn't even a demon, was nearly scared out of its wits.

Bray casually stroked its head, as if to soothe it.

Although it was unclear what the silver-colored fish-shaped creature was trying to do, both the mine and the stunned fish were washed ashore by the surging waves, saving them a considerable amount of time.

Of course, Bray's only thick clothes also got wet.

"..." Bray, wearing a slightly damp coat, felt a bit uncomfortable in the cold wind of the North Continent.

It's not that I can't stand the cold, but it's really uncomfortable.

Now, Bray is like someone who's been soaked in water and then thrown into the refrigerator.

He used his left hand to support himself and flipped off the big fish.

A big fish? After seeing that demigod just now, this fish in front of me doesn't seem to qualify as a big fish.

"Moo!!!" The fish cried out excitedly after seeing Bray jump off it.

Its tail wagged as fast as a dog's.

It didn't know how happy the other fish were; it only knew that it was happy at this moment.

“It seems you still like me quite a bit.” Bray noticed the fish’s unusual behavior and said with a sense of relief.

He hugged the enormous fish head, feeling a little reluctant to part with the fish that had carried him for two days.

Although it tried to drag Bray into the sea more than once along the way, Bray also wanted to turn it into fish fillets on the spot many times.

But in the end, I was indeed a little reluctant to part with it.

"Moo...?" The fish couldn't understand Bray's words at all, but it instinctively realized that Bray had definitely misunderstood something.

It immediately broke free from the demon's embrace and plunged headlong into the seabed without looking back.

“…” Bray looked at his left hand, speechless.

That guy left so suddenly.

However, since we've already arrived in the Northern Continent, let's just let it go this time.

However, on the other hand, Bray couldn't be 100% certain that this was the Northern Continent.

It's important to know that Bray was partially illiterate, at least when it came to geography.

"Whoosh—" The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, blew onto Bulei's face.

The biting wind is so strong that most people would freeze if they stood here for just fifteen minutes.

I don't know how the people here live; the conditions must be really tough.

It's noon, but it's not warm at all; even the sunlight doesn't feel warm on your skin.

To dry his clothes, Bray had to live on the firewood in his pouch.

Fortunately, Bray braved the gusts of cold wind and managed to light the campfire.

He took off his clothes and scarf, propped them up, and placed them near the campfire to dry.

Bray endured the low temperatures of the northern continent and took the opportunity to cook himself a meal.

During the high-speed sea voyage, Bray was unable to get proper sleep and meals.

The period following his battle with Hakumian was probably the only time he had ever had a proper rest.

The fish gradually released its aroma over the fire, while the muffled sounds of the demigod's every move echoed in my ears.

Amidst the crackling sound of burning wood, the firelight illuminated Bray's tightly closed face.

"Mind's Eye" brought Bray a broader world of perception.

The world "seen" by the mind's eye gradually expands outward, crossing the snow-covered land and passing by trees covered in frost.

It eventually landed in a place where people were gathered.

There were quite a few people there, but they were all elves.

Snow elves, high elves... but still elves.

"Not too far..." Bray muttered to himself, then picked up the grilled fish, sprinkled on the seasoning, and began to eat it. In the white world—

Bray tilted his head back and fed himself the medicine in gulps.

While he was taking drugs, he was walking towards the nearest gathering place of elves.

In fact, he knew nothing about the situation in the Northern Continent, and had no idea what the situation was like in any particular settlement.

It could be a safe zone, or it could be like the Eastern Wasteland that Bray visited before, full of camps for wanderers.

Before leaving the Middle Continent, Bray had no belief that ordinary people could survive without the protection of a safe zone.

But facts speak louder than words: Atwood and his men did indeed survive.

Perhaps ordinary people are much stronger than Bray imagines.

No, what do you mean by "ordinary person"? Bray himself is just an ordinary person.