A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Jonathan.” Upon hearing the name, Bray had a “I knew it” feeling.

Sure enough, that guy went too far and left a deep impression on Bray.

No wonder Jonathan was so certain that Bray would not encounter any accidents on his way to the "Alliance of the Gods" headquarters.

Whether it was Bray or the "Alliance of the Gods," they were both outsmarted by Jonathan to some extent.

When Jonathan initially instigated the Silver Seeds, he probably didn't think that far ahead, nor did he intend to indirectly help the ordination holders.

But in the end, Jonathan cleverly put Bray and Ummkandal on the same side.

He created a stage with only one person and one god.

"So you're the only one here?" Bray asked.

There was no one around; in other words, Umkandar was the only person in the entire castle.

“Only I,” Umkandal said, resting his chin on his hand.

Although the "Alliance of the Gods" is not so fragile that it would perish due to internal strife.

However, from a certain point onward, only Ummkandar remained to guard the castle of the "All Gods."

The other silver-tier beings either went to other continents or had important missions to complete; in any case, they wouldn't stay here.

Several of the Silver Seeds who resided in the castle fell to Bray's sword.

The rest, those who unfortunately perished in the infighting, were the Silver-ranked individuals on both sides of the hall who, even in death, remained standing or half-kneeling.

Without that internal strife, Bray probably wouldn't have had the chance to get here so easily.

Even Umkandal might get involved in the fight against Bray, which could lead to Bray being killed along the way.

However, there are no "what ifs" in this world; this is reality.

Umm Kandar had long anticipated that someone would come to this place.

And the human being He imagined was also Blakelas.

However, Bray arrived here much earlier than Umkandar had anticipated.

“I ask you, what brings you here?” Umkandar asked in a deep voice, abandoning his usual languid demeanor.

He first sat up straight, and then slowly rose from his simple throne.

Yes, He wanted to ask Bray why he had come here.

Although Ummkandar had anticipated that Bray would come here, he did not know Bray's reasons.

"Is it for the enjoyment of battle? Is it to protect your kind? Is it for all of Kapras?"

“What exactly is your purpose in coming here?” Umkandar asked.

“I want to see what the world will be like after this,” Bray said.

This seemingly irrelevant statement even caused Umm Kandar to pause for a second in surprise.

“The world after that…” Umkandal murmured, repeating Bray’s words.

If lower-level species do not surpass the silver-level species, they indeed have no future and cannot see what the future world will be like.

“You know what? Even if you defeat me, you won’t change anything,” He said.

Even if Bray really defeats Ummkandar and destroys the "Alliance of the Gods," so what?

When one demigod falls, a second demigod will surely appear.

Just as one person like Blakeras disappears, another will emerge.

If Ummkandar came for battle, then all he could say to Bray was—

"It's meaningless."

“So I’m just going to sit there and do nothing?” Bray countered.

Umkandal pondered for a long time, then seemed relieved.

"I see, I understand now."

Bray was simply "wanting to do something," he was trying, trying to see if he could change anything.

Even if it may ultimately be meaningless, you won't know anything if you don't try.

For the lower species—no, for Bray—the task was simple and easy to understand.

That is, defeating the Silver Race, defeating the Demigod, and what happens after that is not really important.

Even if the world gets worse, it doesn't matter anymore.

“Brekras, keep fighting, fight day after day, do you even remember who you are?” Umkandal asked Breklas a very strange question.

“I remember, I still remember.” And Bray gave the answer without hesitation.

From that day on, Bray's life was filled with fighting.

At first, he fought against silver-level creatures and monsters, but later on, why was he forced to fight against lower-level creatures?

It seems that everything in the world can be his enemy.

From a third-party perspective, Bray was probably no different from a butcher, an executioner.

“Is that so? I hope you don’t forget your answer.” Umkandar looked at Bray meaningfully.

Over the long years, Umkandal increasingly felt that there was no difference between the silver species and the lower species.

The only thing worth being proud of is the "concept".

Silver-level beings can also be selfish, confused, troubled, and fearful... just like lower-level beings.

After witnessing his fellow citizens fighting among themselves, He became even more certain of his opinion.

The Silver race used to rarely fight amongst themselves because there was no "interest" involved, and it was hard to predict the outcome of a battle between fellow members.

Even if they win, they may have to pay a price, so silver-level creatures stay put in their own places.

However, after Umkandal led the Silver Hand to occupy Kapras, interests emerged.

The kind of war that the lower races waged, which seemed incredibly foolish to outsiders, also happened to the silver races.

They followed their companions and did not die on the way to start the Silver Age, but died at the hands of their own people.

The outside world is littered with corpses, and how many lives were lost by their own hands?

Umkandal also wanted to understand some things, so he stepped down from his throne.

He walked leisurely down the long staircase.

When this castle was being built, a harsh winter swallowed up all the mortals around it.

Umkandar was very disappointed by the mortals' reaction at that time.

The malice emanating from them, frozen in place, was not directed at the Silver race, but at their own kind.

He therefore wondered if lower species were truly so wretched.

Although there are people like Bray among the lower species, they are... far too few.

Silver-grade is unacceptable, and low-grade is also unacceptable, so which one is truly "superior"?

The golden seed from heaven may also have the same flaws, but its immense power makes people subconsciously ignore them.

“The entity that disrupted spacetime has also disappeared,” Umkandar said.

He could naturally guess that the one eliminating the distortion of spacetime was still Bray.

“…” Bray remained silent, without denying it.

"If that's the case, then this time, it must be the time and space that truly determines 'fate'."

Umkandar's figure suddenly rose higher, shattering the floor beneath the red carpet.

He did not arrogantly test Bray by first adopting a human demeanor.

This wasn't Umm Kandar's first time fighting Bray, and the probing had long lost its meaning.

The giant stood directly in front of Bray, his crimson body not only adorned with golden patterns but also covered in armor crafted by artisans.

His bulging muscles exuded power.

If Umkandar in his human form possesses the majesty of a king, then his true form resembles a demon.

With four arms adorned with rings, it could easily crush the weak.

The hand that Bray had once severed had healed over the years.

Although Umkandal's abilities have nothing to do with fire, from a distance, he looks like a giant engulfed in flames.

Simply by standing there, he exudes a powerful sense of oppression.

Despite being only six meters tall, Bray considered Him to be "taller" than other Silver species.

This enormous castle could easily be said to have been built specifically for Umm Kandar.

“I think I’ve said enough to you, and I suppose you don’t intend to continue this conversation.” Umkandal’s thunderous voice boomed in Bray’s ears.

Bray silently took both of his swords in his hands.

Umkandal was right; Bray had already said everything he needed to say to this demigod.

A battle between a human and a god is inevitable; Bray will not leave, and Ummkandar has no possibility of backing down.

One side represents the inferior species, and the other side represents the silver species; the contradiction between the two is irreconcilable.

Bray is not weak, and in the last three years, he has certainly become stronger.

The progress of lower-level species is incredibly fast compared to that of silver-level species.

"Are you going to fight me alone?" Bray asked.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to ask this question."

“That’s only natural, Blakeras.”

"Give it your all." Umkandar said this to Bray, but also to himself. The ceiling of the hall collapsed with a deafening roar, falling in countless blocks.

The red carpet on the ground, however, remained undamaged.

The falling rocks seemed to deliberately avoid Umkandal; not a single one landed on the spot where He was.

The densely packed falling rocks, on the contrary, surged towards the mine all at once.

"Boom!!!" A series of falling rocks crashed down on Bray's tiny figure.

Bray simply moved around to avoid all the falling rocks.

The battle began in an instant.

The mutual attacks between Umkandar and Bray, from beginning to end, happened in the blink of an eye.

The surviving demigods of the "Alliance of Gods" had long since abandoned this place.

Now only He remains here.

He could have abandoned this place and gone to another.

However, this place holds many profound meanings for Him, and it doesn't matter if He is the only one who chooses to stay here.

He fought alone, and so did Bray.

“This time, no one will come to your aid,” Umkandal said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red carpet began to twist and turn into a sharp spear that pierced towards Bray.

"Clang!" Bray's broadsword acted like a shield, perfectly blocking the fierce blow.

However, after blocking the attack, the broadsword shattered into countless fragments.

But the next second, the fragments will piece together again to form a broadsword.

Shattered time and again, pieced back together time and again—that's what makes this pitch-black sword.

Bray could have tried to hide, but he knew it would be pointless.

Umkandal can make this simple attack "guaranteed to hit", so it's better to block it head-on.

“I don’t think we need to this time either,” Bray replied.

This time, if we lose, we lose; if we lose, we lose everything.