A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The sky shattered, like a dream bubble bursting, creating a "hole".

Not only here, but similar openings have been appearing one after another throughout Kapras.

You can see the sky, the land, and the ocean.

This is the "World Wall," a "World Wall" that people have never been able to see.

But at this moment, everyone on Kapras can see it.

“What’s the point of you doing this? Only the golden seed will win,” Umkandal said in a helpless voice.

The result of both sides suffering losses was that the Golden Seeds took advantage of the situation, which is why Umkandal didn't understand Bray's choice.

"The meaning..." That's right, I shouldn't be the savior.

Although the walls of the world have long since crumbled, Umkandal is maintaining the last vestiges of stability.

It is precisely this stability that keeps gold from entering the world.

It wasn't that Umkandal was powerful enough to hold off the Golden Seeds on his own; it was just that he was helping Kapras.

This is the best and most ideal state for the Silver race, as described by Kapras: they can be free, while the Gold race cannot interfere with the world.

However, it should be noted that the one maintaining this fragile state is Umm Kandar.

He did win against Bray, but he was also wounded, and his injuries were serious.

It was this injury that gave Him the opportunity to be taken advantage of by the Golden Seed.

Just like when Betley lost his blessing, the Gold Seed made its move.

The entire sky above Kapras shattered, and the land and sea began to turn upside down.

This is not an exaggeration; the world is indeed undergoing such a massive transformation.

On a distant ocean, a colossal, azure-green beast broke through the seawater and stepped onto the land.

His body was as large as a small island, and his whole body flowed with what seemed like living venom.

The moment His claws gripped the sand, the entire beach was contaminated by the plague, and nothing was spared.

The behemoth spat out ancient bytes, a language no one knew.

Perhaps this doesn't even qualify as language, but is merely a "sound" that conveys a certain message.

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, a giant bird covered in blue and white feathers appeared.

The giant bird soared and tumbled in the sky, its surroundings a chaotic mess.

Rocks and vegetation have replaced what should have been clouds.

The land below was transformed into a sea of ​​clouds.

He cried out and flapped his wings wildly.

With a casual flap of its wings, it can make the seawater, which should flow downwards, flow in a way that defies common sense.

In a desert on the western continent, space was torn apart, and countless things that could not be identified as either flies or undead roamed around.

They were driven by a bloated humanoid creature made entirely of bones and black mist, whose hands were made of countless shinbones pieced together.

He simply floated along at a leisurely pace, and everything in the desert fell into a deathly silence.

They are gods, but only a small part of them.

They appeared without warning, did nothing at all, and disrupted the world to the point of having no rules whatsoever.

All common sense cannot be applied to them.

They can break any rule of reason.

The long-exiled gods—

After several eras, they finally reigned over the world once again.

It might only take them a moment to wipe out the inferior beings—if they wanted to.

As a form of "celebration," mountains were leveled one after another, and lives were crushed in droves.

Bray was unaware of all this.

But he still knew that the golden seed had arrived, because many subtitles flashed before his eyes.

"I am resurrected!"

"From today onwards, I will no longer have to live in this cramped space!"

"You're very interesting. I'll protect you, don't worry at all!"

The talkative goddess... no, "The Word Spirit Star Themifik," her self-amusing words are enough to prove many things.

Themifik's tone was like that of someone whispering affectionately while holding a cat.

Yeah, it's just a cat at most, it might even be a dog.

Themifik also went on a rampage, sending out a lot of things, not just in front of Bray...

That guy even started singing.

It is important to note that He was not singing to Bray; He was singing a hymn on a global scale.

The melodious and beautiful singing voices drifted to every corner of the world.

This is a captivating voice, a voice that makes words come true.

To the sound of the sacred song, Bray tried to get up.

But then he collapsed.

“Umkandar…” Bray ignored the goddess’s voice and words, and instead looked at Umkandar with difficulty.

Umkandal's body was being compressed little by little, and his once imposing physique was crumbling.

"Hmph...it seems my time has come to an end..." Umkandal gave Bray a deep look.

Thanks to the world's favor, Bray is not so easily detected by the golden race, at least not by any god who has personally witnessed his presence.

But it's only temporary. When the world's walls shatter completely, no one will be spared.

Beneath the gold, all are but ants.

Even He is like this; the demigod lord is nothing more than a strong ant to the Golden Race.

“Breclas, whatever the final outcome, for this moment—”

“You are a sinner of the world,” Umkandar said in a low voice, his body compressed so that only his upper body remained.

“I think so too,” Bray murmured.

"You seem quite at ease, so be it..."

Bray witnessed the process of Umkandal being crushed by the Golden Seeds, and a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

He lost, and Umkandal lost too.

"Cough cough..." He coughed a few times, spitting out blood.

“In the end… we were no match for the true gods…” Umkandal said with a heavy heart.

"I would even rather have lost to you..."

Even losing to someone like Bray is a hundred times better than being brutally killed by the Golden Seeds.

His voice gradually faded away, finally ending abruptly with a "click".

The oppressive feeling in the surroundings completely dissipated as the last part of Umkandar's body disappeared.

"Clang." Several metal rings fell, making a sound.

The gazes that had been peering into this place vanished like smoke.

In the end, only Bray remained on the ruins of the former castle.

But... is he really the only one?

"Ah, that was truly spectacular, but it's such a shame that the battle ended like this." Jonathan, who had suddenly appeared, stood beside the immobilized minefield and clapped his hands.

This applause is for Umm Kandar—right now, right here.

The great demigod lord did not die at the hands of Bray, who was of the Black Iron race, but rather at the hands of Bray.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

In fact, this outcome was predictable for Jonathan.

But for some reason, he felt a sense of amusement for the first time in a long time, perhaps because the World Wall had been completely shattered?

“Mr. Monk, Mr. Monk.” Jonathan did not finish off the dying Bray, but instead touched his own mask.

"The world is going to end."

"..."

“You know what? The outside world is really awful,” Jonathan said, gesturing wildly.

"The sky is below, and the earth is above."

"Even inanimate objects can be infected with plague, and elements can die."

"That's the situation in the world right now," the Joker said with a sigh.

"So, Mr. Monk, you have successfully accelerated the course of the world, just as we agreed."

"And sure enough, the end result was the extinction of the lower species." "What exactly are you trying to say?" Bray propped himself up on his elbows and slowly got up.

His body still has cracks; even though Umkandar is dead, the damage he caused remains.

“Oh, Mr. Monk, don’t push yourself too hard.” Jonathan gently helped Bray up with his cane, speaking with great concern.

At this point, Jonathan was not worried at all that Bray could kill him.

Because for Bray, simply surviving is the limit right now.

"Mr. Ring-Bearer, do you know why the Golden Seeds were expelled in the first place?" Jonathan said quietly, putting away the cane that was supporting Bray.

He jumped back a few steps, creating a stage for himself on the spot.

“Let me tell you, it’s because the Golden Seed almost caused the world to return to nothingness.” Jonathan stretched out his index finger and shook it.

“…” Bray was silent for a few seconds.

“Expelling the Golden Seeds was a choice that Capras had no choice but to make.”

"If it weren't for the powerful conceptual conflict among the Golden Races that would lead the world back to nothingness, the world's will wouldn't have driven away its own 'children'," the Joker began to tell Bray.

"Unfortunately, most gold-producing varieties don't care."

“They don’t believe they will be wiped out by mere ‘nothingness’,” Jonathan shrugged.

“To put it simply,” Bray said weakly.

"Then I'll put it in plain terms!"

"The world will disappear completely, and what will happen after that, I don't really know."

“After all, I’ve never seen the world of nothingness,” Jonathan said leisurely, twirling his cane.

The lighthearted tone made it seem as if they were discussing a matter of global survival.

“But before that, everyone might already be dead,” the Joker said.

Even if the world doesn't hesitate to engage in overly strong conceptual conflicts that lead to nothingness, all beings below the Golden Species level will easily perish.

Even the Silver Race could only survive in the cracks during the First Age.

Bronze and Iron types have absolutely no reason to survive.

Safe zones? These things are meaningless in the face of the true God.

“Everyone will die, you little man, you, the one who holds the precepts, and everyone around you,” Jonathan said in a light tone, stating his own inevitable death.

"What are you after?"

"Hahahaha, what is this little devil up to?" Jonathan burst into laughter, his mask revealing an exaggerated smile.

“Sir, it is difficult for me to answer your question.”

"Maybe it's to make the utterly boring lives of little people a little more interesting," the clown said, whistling.