A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Rather, it was a "fact" that Wiltren brought about.

Even with an iron will, it's impossible to wake up; it has nothing to do with anything else anymore.

It has nothing to do with attributes such as "mind" or "body", and even silver species will fall asleep.

Bray will sleep like this forever.

Even if he realized he was asleep in his dream, it was no use.

"Clang." The "Final Resounding Strike" landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Bray also fell to the ground.

Even after he fell, Bray's hand was still on the hilt of his sword, even though he could no longer lift it.

Mordoria, or rather, the city that was once called Mordoria—

Nowadays, even the phrase "a scene of devastation" is no longer applicable.

Because there are holes everywhere, not just a hole in the ground, but gaps in space.

Everything that was originally in that void vanished in an instant.

There were no screams, no pain; he simply vanished.

Mortals disappeared, and demigods died.

The only difference is that humans didn't even leave behind a corpse, while demigods did.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." A chilling, maniacal laugh came from under the pile of stones.

Gurid climbed up from under the pile of stones and brushed the dust off his body.

"Is this how you pull this stunt on me?" Gureed glanced around at the surroundings.

The only thing that could be found were a few silver-level corpses; there were no human corpses to be seen.

The Commonwealth of Leicester has truly vanished from this day forward.

"Greed, Tristie is injured, she's injured." Laurentina, expressionless, tugged at Greed, who was covered in dust.

The girl, unable to express her own situation, is concerned about Tristia, the elven ranger who has always taken care of her.

Tristia... became Greed's follower in pursuit of power, while Laurentina followed Greed out of her own heart.

I don't know when it started, but they always seemed to be around Goode, this lone wolf.

Although Gurid always tried to get them to leave, they ultimately stayed until the very end.

After hearing Laurentina's shout, Gurid glanced at Tristie.

Trittis's lower body and right hand completely disappeared, yet not a drop of blood flowed out; the severed area was a pitch-black void.

Is it an injury? It doesn't seem like an injury, but it's hard to categorize it into.

Laurentina didn't understand any of this nonsense; all she knew was that Tristie's situation was terrible.

"Can you still move?" Gureed asked coldly, his earlier manic demeanor gone.

“Can move... feels no pain.” Tristia was used to Griddle’s behavior and wasn’t surprised.

Tristia couldn't feel the missing parts, but miraculously she could speak, breathe, and the rest of her body could move normally.

“You’re beyond saving,” Gureed said.

“…” Tristy was silent for a few seconds.

"I guessed so." After a long while, she let out a long sigh.

"Tristy." Laurentina crouched down and uttered the elf's name in a flat, monotone voice.

Laurentina clearly wanted to show a worried expression, but she couldn't express it.

“Lauren Tina, I’m fine. You’ll be fine with this guy too,” Tristie said softly to Laurentina.

As things stand, she doesn't seem to be dead yet, but it's hard to say what will happen later.

“I’m more interested in knowing what’s going on right now than myself,” Tristia asked Greed.

"Can't you see? The world is doomed," Gurid said calmly.

As he said this, Gulid was as calm as if he were having a casual chat after a meal.

“I’m not blind, I can see it,” Tristia said.

"The wall of the world shattered, and all those so-called gods came."

Just as Gulid was about to say something more, he was interrupted.

"Boom!!" A thunderous sound echoed through the shattered sky.

God, by nature, possesses the ability to hear all things.

Just as believers could hear each other simply by praying, so too will all words “related” to them be heard.

Even if it was just a casual, sarcastic remark from Gurid.

Those who are disrespectful will be punished.

The dark shadow that covered the entire sky slowly descended.

Gurid's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't difficult for a golden-type to hear it.

The owner of that dark shadow was a giant black dragon.

The black dragon's body is covered in ferocious scales, and its angular appearance is full of violent beauty.

His eyes were golden dragon pupils, and black mist flowed on the membranes of his wings.

He slightly opened his mouth, which was filled with black mist, obscuring his oral cavity and gums.

It was as if His mouth contained only a bottomless abyss, and had no normal biological structure whatsoever.

The crimson of hell and the eerie blue of the underworld, both faintly glowed around Him.

“I am the god you speak of, an ant.”

"Hahahaha, I must say, he really is a god. He heard everything I said." Gurid covered his face, as if he had encountered something funny rather than a terrifying divine intervention.

“Laurentina, take your Tristy and get out of here,” he said to Laurentina in an impatient tone.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Laurentina said expressionlessly.

“There’s nowhere to escape to,” Gureed replied casually.

He knew very well that there was no longer any place in the world worth hiding in, and any "refuge" was just self-deception.

From the moment he uttered those disrespectful words about the Golden Seed, there was no point in him running away.

“Greed, Laurentina isn’t leaving either,” Laurentina said to Greed, picking up Tristie.

"Idiot." After hearing Laurentina's words, Gurid noticed the black dragon's movements out of the corner of his eye.

He had opened his enormous mouth, and a surge of energy was gathering within it.

Black Dragon... "Evil Emperor Dragon Emperor Pufik".

Few people would worship "Evil Emperor Dragon Emperor Pfick" because Pfick is a tyrannical god.

Mastering the concept of "revenge," a Dipfick will seek revenge on all things.

His personality revealed his own conception, making him extremely prone to hatred towards other beings.

He returned to Capras immediately after the wall crumbled, also to avenge his "mother" and the expulsion he had suffered.

Gurid grabbed the clueless girl and threw her and Tristy out together.

"Rabbit, get them out of here," he ordered the black-haired, rabbit-eared girl who had suddenly appeared beside him.

Without saying a word, the rabbit-eared girl caught the two people in mid-air, and with a push, launched them into the distance.

The girl's name is Qi Ya, and she is the self-consciousness of a certain mental world.

However, that was all in the past. Now, she has long been devoured by Greed, who has become her Master.

An extremely complex... guy.

She didn't speak, silently obeying orders to take the two women away.

Just after the bunny-eared girl left, a jet-black beam of light blasted towards the ground.

The black dragon's mouth kept opening, exceeding the range of movement that a normal creature's jaw can make.

The jet-black light beam continued to thicken, interspersed with red and blue flashes.

The ground was pierced through, creating a bottomless crater.

Gride, who was directly hit by the beam of light, was instantly vaporized.

Dodging and blocking are all ineffective; there's not even time to use abilities.

However, Gurid died just like that, and after he was vaporized, he would be resurrected with his weapons and equipment.

They are resurrected and then evaporate again in the next instant, in an endless cycle.

But the light cannon showed no sign of stopping, continuing to bombard the spot where Gurid was.

The shattering of the ground began to spread to the surrounding space, the cracks piecing together with the void of the world, erasing even more things.

This is the fate of those who disrespect God. The Golden Seeds descended, and the world began to return to nothingness.

Gurid knew about it; he understood after seeing the hole.

Before complete annihilation, people still had to endure the ravages of the golden seed.

From the moment he saw Dipfick appear, Gurid knew what he was about to face.

He understood not only himself, but also what the world was going to suffer.

Destruction, destruction, and more destruction.

However, Gurid didn't care about the lives of others, nor was he worried at all about whether the city behind him would be completely destroyed.

It doesn't matter what happens; from the day he found this ring, nothing else matters.

No matter what, this ring will never leave him.

No matter how many crimes he commits, the ring still proves that he is the one who wears it.

It's ridiculous. Those who uphold the precepts are supposed to move forward according to the destiny ordained by the world; that is, they are "the spokespersons of the world."

He found it hilarious that someone like himself could become a spokesperson, and the very existence of those who uphold the precepts was laughable.

The growth of a person who upholds the precepts also requires experiencing various hardships, all of which are predetermined and will inevitably occur.

The death of someone close to you is predetermined, your own serious injury is predetermined, and the breakup with someone important to you is also predetermined.

What's the point of all this? Torturing people just to achieve the guidance of the world's will? That's truly laughable.

The identity of this person who upholds the precepts will constantly tell you and guide you to do certain things.

They'll also prove to you the legitimacy of these things, as if you have no choice but to do them.

However, Gureed had no intention of obeying the instructions of this malevolent ring.

If Goodeid is a cancer, then the ring is a virus. They might be a little different, but ultimately neither is a good thing.

He only cares about his own affairs; he wants everything and doesn't care about what others gain or lose.

Even life itself was not important to him.

Therefore, he did not intend to fight this golden seed to the death, because he was certain to die.

However, it's obvious that even Gulid understands how big the gap is between him and his opponent.

That's right, we can escape while we still have time to revive.

If I keep dawdling, I'll turn to ashes.

At this moment, Gurid's life was not just falling one second at a time; under the breath of Dipfike, his life force was almost completely depleted.

At this point, his choice is obvious, isn't it? Of course it is—

"What a joke... You've destroyed everything, what a joke..." Gurid's hoarse voice came through the bombardment of the beams of light.

The voice held a suppressed madness and a furious rage.

He wanted everything, even the world itself.