A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"What, got into a fight with some other guys?" Norsen Carmen said jokingly.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending...?" Tron's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"I was just fighting the 'Hunter of Demigods,' and you were just lounging around here? (Unknown voice)"

"The hunters of demigods?" Norsen Carmen's tone suddenly turned serious.

Although Norsencarmen and Troon were happy to see the elves divided into two groups and fighting each other.

In reality, this was just their game, and the relationship between the two Silver Races was actually quite harmonious.

“Tron, this is no laughing matter.” Norsen Carmen said in a deep voice a few minutes later.

He truly could not sense Bray's presence before.

He should be able to detect any powerful aura; his perception near the sea is no worse than Bitron's.

But Troon said that Bray had just been on the shore.

“I don’t like joking. (Unknown)” Troon, still bleeding, uttered a long syllable coldly.

"He could hurt you like this? He's not a giant. (Unknown)" Norsen Carmen still couldn't believe it, even though he saw two deep cuts on Troon.

“That’s just how it is.” (Unknown voice) Troon was very annoyed that Norsenkamen still didn’t believe him.

His wounds were healing rapidly, but while wounds can heal, the pain Bray inflicted on Him was real.

Norsen Carmen was speechless for a moment; if it really was that Breclas, she would feel extremely uncomfortable.

He used to think the same way as Troon, believing that a mortal like Bray who wields a sword could not possibly harm beings of their enormous size.

But Tron's current predicament has shattered His beliefs.

“We need to tell Umkandar when he comes to the Northern Continent. (Unknown language)” The giant whale thought for a moment and decided that it would be more appropriate to tell Umkandar about this.

While silver-level beings may have the right to be arrogant in lower-level species, they cannot be arrogant at all times.

Too many demigods have already been killed by Bray; those are bloody lessons.

Troon was nearly cut down on the sea.

Norsenkamen couldn't estimate Bray's fighting strength, so he felt it was most appropriate to talk to Umm Kandar.

Naumkandal is very cautious; not only is he excessively powerful, but he also makes no mistakes.

“No, we’ll do it ourselves.” Troon squinted and said to Norsencarmen.

“Don’t you understand how many guys have died at his hands?” Norsen Carmen said.

This scene was actually a bit eerie: two monsters that could stir up towering waves with a single flip were so seriously discussing a mere human who was less than two meters tall.

The title "the hunter of demigods" was initially used to tease Bray, but it later became deeply ingrained in the soul of the Silver Race, a dramatic transformation.

Who could have imagined that Bray alone would kill off Silver Seeds for several years?

“I said ‘we.’” Troon emphasized.

“Yes.” Norsen Carmen pondered for a long time before uttering a few long syllables.

To date, all those killed by Bray have fought alone; there has never been a scene of a group brawl.

If two Silver-ranked beings attacked from both sides, they might indeed be able to kill this arrogant human.

Worth trying.

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"Achoo!!!!" Bray, who was skateboarding towards the safe zone, suddenly sneezed loudly for no apparent reason.

That sneeze almost sent him flying off his skateboard.

Bray touched his slightly itchy nose, wondering if he had caught a chill from being splashed by the seawater.

But this shouldn't be the case. Although Bray's physique is not exaggerated, he can definitely withstand most diseases.

He hasn't had a cold in ages...

Although he sneezed surprisingly often, he didn't catch a cold, and he himself didn't understand why.

Could it be that someone is plotting against me behind my back? It's possible.

It could be that giant eel, Troon, that just slipped away, any minute now.

While he was wondering what Troon was planning, he had already arrived at the safe zone.

It's still that village covered in snow.

However, Bray suddenly felt that there seemed to be many more people coming and going in the village streets.

Bray didn't know why, so he had no choice but to return to his temporary lodgings.

He had originally wanted to bring back some fish, but the giant wave swallowed everything.

If Bray slows down, he might get swallowed up too.

"Hmph~" As soon as Bray entered the house, he heard his "landlord" humming a song happily in the small space.

Living in such a small room day after day, it's impossible to be in a good mood most of the time.

However, the guy who lent me his place to sleep tonight seems to be in an excessively good mood.

"Oh, you're back." The landlord was so happy that it sounded like he was singing.

"Hmm, you seem to be in a good mood," Bray asked casually, out of curiosity.

"Ah, yes, today is a day to be happy about," the landlord said, putting down the wooden bowl in his hand.

"Is today a special day?" Bray asked the landlord, puzzled.

You have to understand that his reaction wasn't this exaggerated in the morning. After he went out and exchanged a few blows with Troon, he turned out like this, which really baffled Bray.

"Today is..." The landlord was about to say something, but stopped halfway through.

"It's nothing, haha." He quickly waved his hand and shook his head at the same time.

Bray raised an eyebrow; if the other party didn't want to talk about it, he had no choice but to give up.

Judging from this, the reason there are so many people on the street must be because it's a "day worth celebrating".

Perhaps Bray was being too suspicious; he always felt that this so-called day might be the eve of preparing to sacrifice someone.

After all, the female elf had said that when it was time to sacrifice someone, everyone in the village would become unusually excited, as if they were about to perform some kind of sacred ritual.

It's essentially just feeding monsters...

Thinking about this, Bray calmed down and frowned.

The landlord was puzzled when he saw Bray suddenly freeze up.

This person was perfectly fine, so why did they suddenly freeze?

"Are you alright?" the landlord asked Bray with concern.

"Ah, I'm fine." Bray was brought back to his senses by the other person's voice.

Bray desperately wanted to ask the landlord if anyone was going to be sacrificed during this period.

However, the villagers didn't seem to want the newcomer, Bray, to know too much, as asking might cause some unnecessary trouble.

If you go too far, you'll be kicked out.

In a more serious case, he might get stabbed to death in the middle of the night.

Bray carefully surveyed the village but found no one who had been captured or imprisoned.

Aside from the initial excitement, nothing seemed amiss.

So he had no choice but to remain silent for the time being and wait until the day to see how things went.

No, it seems we'll know the answer tomorrow. The weather is fine today, even some of the snow on the ground has melted.

However, Georgia, who loves to laugh every day, wasn't in a mood as good as the weather.

She stood very close to the sea, with familiar faces from the village behind her.

The sound of the rolling seawater could be heard clearly; it was so powerful that it made my heart tremble.

Unlike Georgia's blank expression, the people behind her were clearly in high spirits; they were practically dancing with joy.

"Huh...? It was me..."

"Oh, it was me..."

"Yes, it was me. Didn't I find out yesterday...?"

"I've been chosen."

Georgia muttered to herself, unable to smile. Lost in thought as she gazed at the sea, she even forgot that today was the day she was to "die."

After some time, it's finally time to offer sacrifices to Lord Tron again.

Everyone was happy except for the person who was chosen.

Want to know why it's so hard to see humans on the coast of the Northern Continent?

Because Troon thought humans didn't taste good.

Do you still not understand after all this?

It's not because there are no humans in the coastal waters of the Northern Continent, but because all the people who originally lived in the coastal areas of the Northern Continent have died.

Only elves remain, and they will always be elves, having been kept in captivity.

That's why the villagers were so surprised when they saw Bray.

Of course, they themselves did not know the real reason why there were no humans in the coastal waters of the northern continent.

Georgia wasn't tied up, but she was pushed to the front of the crowd, awaiting her impending fate.

She was chosen to be a sacrifice, yet to this day, she has not been tied up or locked up.

However, for some reason, Georgia herself did not run away, but simply waited for the day to come.

She also found it strange that she didn't run away when she knew she was going to die.

Ah... because even if I escape, I'll still die.

Outside the safe zone, it's impossible to survive without the protection of the Silver Seed.

Therefore, there was no point in running away, and the villagers even let Georgia live a normal life every day before she became a sacrifice.

Eat well and sleep well.

They believed that Georgia understood that leaving the safe zone would also lead to death, and that it was better to give others a way to live than to die in vain.

Before standing on the beach, Georgia thought the same as everyone else: that the chosen one would understand and accept her death.

However, that's not the case; she still feels fear.

Yeah, why didn't she run away? Was she stupid? She thought probably was.

Why didn't any of the previous sacrifices run away? Why didn't she run away either?

Isn't that strange? This is very strange.

As time passed, her expression grew paler and paler.

Despair crept into her heart, making her feel a little breathless.

We were naturally very nervous as we waited in the village until today arrived.

But that feeling is nothing compared to being on the actual show.

Only at this moment did she truly understand the fact that she was going to die.

No...she doesn't want to be chosen...

This girl, who usually loved to laugh, now only showed fear of death on her face.

She was not a warrior who went in and out of battle; she was certainly not fearless.

Although life in the wasteland was very simple, she was often covered in dust and grime.

But that doesn't mean she's brave, or that she'd die for someone without hesitation.

She has done many good deeds; she is kind to everyone else.

It shouldn't be her, why is it her?