A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

His greed was so great that no matter how greedy he was, he could never satisfy his emptiness.

He wanted money, power, and treasures, even though they were meaningless now.

You say his emptiness stems from a lack of emotion, and that love and friendship can definitely fill that void? No, don't make him laugh.

His emptiness wasn't because he had no friends or a lover; he didn't want those artificial things.

He knew perfectly well what these things were in essence; he didn't lack them, and he didn't need any internal dialogue.

His emptiness stems solely from the lack of his own freedom and destiny.

And now you're telling him that the world is going to disappear? That it's going to be swallowed up by voids?

Are you kidding me?! Are you kidding me?!

Other people's lives are indeed unimportant, and the remnants of civilization are indeed unimportant.

But if the world itself is gone, where will he get what he wants?

He has not yet broken free of his own chains, and the will of the world has not yet repaid for her sins against him.

After Gulid said that, the bombardment of the Dipfick light cannon suddenly stopped.

The afterglow of the beam of light had not yet dissipated, clashing in stark contrast to Dipfick's jet-black scales.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, Gurid's figure became clear, revealing that a large part of his body was missing.

The wound was burned so badly that not a single drop of blood flowed out; even the Heavenly Fox Tears within his body could not help him regenerate from this injury.

He crawled on the ground little by little with his only remaining left hand, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

Resurrection? There's no way to resurrect them anymore, not even to restore them.

With just one strike, his surging life force was completely exhausted.

When he was completely drained of his life force, he fought Bray to a standstill.

Dipfick casually exhaled a breath of dragon's breath, looking down at Gurid below with disdain.

This is the fate of ants; no matter how strong an ant is, it is still an ant.

So what's the point of him lingering on the ground like this? At this moment, Dipfick only needs to attack him lightly and he will be shattered.

A mental world? Remnants of concepts? None of these are useful.

Goodrid's isolation from concepts as an outsider to the law cannot be fully effective.

It seems that the world's favor is nothing more than a fragile shield for the golden race.

This scene was just like when Betley was easily executed by the Golden Seer across the World Barrier in the past.

It was effortless.

There is simply no way to imagine how mortals could fight against gods; perhaps such a scene could never exist.

There is no possibility for people to cross the chasm in this world; there is only despair.

"..." With only a part of his body remaining, Gurid couldn't even speak.

The so-called god is indeed arrogant, not even bothering to finish off his own dying self.

It was as if wasting two attacks on oneself was such a terrible thing.

He will make Depfick regret it, regret not delivering the final blow.

Under Dipfick's bewildered gaze, Gurid crawled to the nearest silver-blooded corpse.

Even Dipfic, a god, didn't know what Gurid was planning to do.

This led Him to wait with great interest for Gurid's next move.

"Go to that place." The voice of the World's Will echoed in Greed's mind.

Upon hearing this voice, Gurid simply gave a cold laugh.

Where to? To her? To hell with her.

However, since the will of the world has spoken, then...

Gurid bit off a piece of flesh from the demigod's corpse and swallowed it whole.

"Mortal, what are you doing?" Dipfick said in a deep voice, his huge black wings seeming as if they would blow the vulnerable Gurid off the ground at any moment.

But Gurid ignored Dipfick and continued to devour the demigod's corpse.

The corpse of a demigod is of no use whatsoever, and even if a normal person were to eat it, it would not bring them any benefit whatsoever.

So why would Goodrid do this?

"Hahahahahaha!!" Gurid, who should have been unable to make a sound, began to laugh wildly on the ground, like a madman.

“You know what? Today I’m going to try to believe the saying, ‘The wicked will be punished.’” Gurid said to Dipfick in a chilling voice. The Gurid of the past would never have believed in such naive notions as “good people will be rewarded, and the wicked will be punished.”

After all, in reality, good people often don't get good rewards and bad people don't get bad punishments, and he has believed this to be a lie since he was a child.

However, today, he is willing to believe this fact.

For a lower species to devour a higher species is undoubtedly a desecration of the rules established by the world, and Greed did so intentionally.

Why...why? Although this is a blasphemous act, it doesn't help at all.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that mortals will suffer a backlash as a result.

If mortals who try to grasp concepts will suffer misfortune, then mortals who devour the flesh of those in high positions will be cursed.

Such behavior would not bring Gurid any benefit, and Gurid himself knew this.

Gurid lay on the ground, his veins bulging, his expression ferocious and crazed.

"Hahahaha!!!!" Gurid laughed wildly.

But it seemed that apart from laughing wildly, he made no other sound.

Perhaps this is the best way for the world to prove to Goodry that "evil people really will be punished".

It's so annoying, the whole world is disgusting.

Fixed rules, fixed social classes, fixed fates.

Everything made Goody feel nauseous.

My life has been a game played by the will of the world, no matter how crazy I am or how far I go in the opposite direction.

None of them worked.

The real contempt for people doesn't come from the golden race, but from the will of the world.

"Roar!!!!" A monster roared at Dipfick.

The world no longer has "Greed"; from this moment on, there is only a monster with a snake's body and eagle's wings.

It was just a monster that used to be called Gride.

Legend has it that snakes can devour all sorts of things and are never satisfied; if possible, they can even devour themselves.

Hunger, an uncontrollable greed, and an endless sense of emptiness.

These are all symbols that snakes represent in mythology.

This posture seems to perfectly encapsulate all of Goodeid's actions and pursuits throughout his life.

I long to spread my wings and fly to the sky, to touch the endless stars.

But in the end, they could only meander along the damp black soil.

The monster that Gurid transformed into was neither an Aragami nor had it evolved to a higher level.

It is a monster that is difficult to classify into different levels.

Mortals have desecrated the boundaries between high and low, and crossed the bottom line of the world, and are therefore cursed.

But because of that so-called favor of the world, this mortal was devoured by the curse and twisted into a monster that conformed to his own desires.

Just as Gurid had predicted, even at the very end, the curse of the shaman would not grant anyone liberation.

Even wanting to die is so difficult.

But, hahaha, whatever.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies; he tries to break free from the "curse."

Rather than stand there and be tortured to death by that extremely arrogant Emperor Pfick, it's better to transform into a monster and bite him hard.

Moreover, now might be the best time.

If he hadn't died, he would have started everything all over again.

Gurid wanted to tell those idiots that they didn't deserve these things at all.

Everything belonged to him, all of it—

The ring was swallowed by the monster, its cold, snake-like eyes staring at Dipfick.

Its enormous form, like a black dragon, could be seen even from afar.

Laurentina, holding Tristina, stood beside the rabbit Kia, staring blankly in the direction of the monster.

“What is that…another golden seed?” Tristia struggled to lift her eyelids and followed Laurentina’s gaze.

“It’s Gurid,” Laurentina said in a flat voice.

Yes, even in this state, Laurentina still knew it was Goreid.

Because Griddle is Griddle, a man with sharp eyes who likes to rob and steal, and who has no redeeming qualities.

Laurentina, who had been expressionless, shed tears, which dripped onto Tristie's face.

Qi Ya silently closed her eyes, feeling as if she had been liberated.

Not only her, but everything that had been swallowed by Gurid was freed.

Gurid eventually met his final fate.

His lifelong struggles were all in vain, which makes one feel sorry for him.

But... that's just what outsiders think of him; he never thought he was miserable.

Everyone who knows the precept-holder believes that the person outside the law has devoured too much and gone berserk, turning into a giant beast. Even the prophet thought so, which is why he drew the pattern on that stone tablet.

But the reason why Gurid became a behemoth was not because of "devouring".

The behemoths hate the "world" and were born solely for the sake of the "world" itself.

Not for the survival of lower species, not for those around me, not for anything else.

It was all for the sake of "the world," something he had always found disgusting.

"Roar! Ro ...

Dipfick's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even He couldn't determine what Gride was right now.

Without any concept of reason, his mind was slipping away, and he was just like an ordinary wild beast.

It's neither silver nor gold; it's more like a monster.

But as a monster, what exactly is the meaning of that protection from the will of the world?

How could someone who appears to be nothing more than a mortal who has degenerated into a beast evoke such a strong sense of threat in Him?

This monster is completely devoid of any concept.

The giant serpent exists in this world, yet seems to deeply loathe everything about it, completely detached from all concepts that make up the world.

He did not possess power comparable to that of the gods; he was merely a giant serpent that wandered outside all rules, attempting to devour everything.

"Noisy snake." Dipfick no longer held back his attacks, intending to kill the monster in one blow.

Flames and thunder spread out from Him.

This will extend to a kilometer, ten kilometers, or perhaps even further.

But before the destruction could spread, the giant snake passed through the wall of fire.

The wall of fire burned His body until it withered, but His snake eyes remained sharp.

Under Dipfick's attack, regeneration was nonexistent; the giant serpent's injuries were permanent.