A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This dream was only meant to put Bray to sleep, to keep him asleep until the moment of his death.

That's all, there were no special plans, just that simple reason.

But that's enough.

Bray has fallen asleep, and no one can do anything to change what is happening now.

“Thun…” Philly, who was floating beside Father Thun, softly called out the priest’s name.

Her expression was no longer alluring or frivolous, but filled with solemnity.

The sky shattered, and the small house was surrounded by emptiness.

Will these places and people swallowed by the void ever return? Nobody knows.

The answer remains unknown until the void disappears.

But will this void disappear? This nothingness, born from the collision of powerful concepts, may never disappear.

“Nothing can be changed now,” Philly sighed deeply.

At this point, everything is set in stone, and nothing can be changed.

“The aura of the other rings has faded again,” Philly said to Father Thun.

Upon hearing Philly's words, the priest raised an eyebrow slightly and unconsciously gripped the ring hanging around his neck.

He irresponsibly placed his hopes on Bray, hoping he could change something.

But as mentioned above, this is a very irresponsible idea in the world.

Since Bray was a person who observed the precepts, how could I not be a person who observed the precepts as well?

Furthermore, as ordinary people, none of them possess the extraordinary ability to change the world, and even if they did, they could not rival true gods.

Thun stood in the basement, which was illuminated by a pale blue light.

Betley's heart had long been overburdened and shattered into countless fragments.

What surged from the heart was not only the rampaging divine power, but also contained the wrath of the gods beyond the walls.

This rage, which has lasted for epochs, is not something a mere mortal heart can withstand.

The next minute, this heart will shatter, and all safe zones will be rendered ineffective.

The gods beyond the walls of the world will swarm in through the widening cracks.

The World Wall may have only opened a small door for the Golden Seeds, but if this continues, there will be more and more doors.

When more than half of the gold descends, the world will literally perish.

Kapras will become a "paradise" with only a bunch of golden races left.

“It seems… everyone is having a tough time,” Father Thun said quietly, a faint smile appearing on his face at this most difficult and desperate moment.

“Thun?” Phillid looked at Father Thun in confusion, wondering why he could still laugh at a time like this.

“Philly, what if I made this world last a few more minutes... no, just one more minute... just one more second?”

"Is there anything that can be changed?" the priest asked in a very gentle tone.

“Probably nothing will change.” Philly wrapped her arms around the priest’s neck and shook her head.

It's just a matter of holding on for a little longer; the world won't change because of it.

“That’s true. Compared to several eras, a few minutes is just a blink of an eye.” The priest agreed.

I wonder if the children in the capital, and Sister Lizbern in the capital, are still safe and sound.

He sincerely hoped they were still safe and sound, though he knew deep down that it was just wishful thinking.

Not to mention others, I myself may soon be swallowed up by the spreading nothingness.

What will happen to me after that? Will my consciousness fade away, or will I still be aware of what is happening?

I'm not sure, but either way, it's not a good thing.

Father Thun placed his hand on the glass box containing Beatrix's heart. In his eyes, the glass box was no longer simply a box for protecting the heart.

Before him was a door, a door that had been opened a crack.

Apart from him, no one else could see this so-called door, not even Philly.

Is this what a person who upholds the precepts should do?

In the final moments, everyone must take responsibility, whether you like it or not.

Even if you don't like the identity of a person who observes the precepts, you still have to take responsibility.

However, there is no need for hatred, no need for complaints, and no need for confusion.

Even if the god he believed in could never help him, he was neither worried nor hesitant.

The direction had already been set, and what he needed to do was extremely simple.

Even if he himself is not a person who observes the precepts, he is willing to struggle hard for the sake of others in this world.

He knew that most people were unwilling to make sacrifices; most were people who wanted to enjoy the shade rather than plant the trees.

Even so...

"Ring the bells, earthly churches."

The surroundings were no longer a basement, but a small church.

The church is ringing its bells, a symbol of "beginning".

But the chapel began to weather and became dilapidated, leaving only a bell that was still gently shaking.

The bell tolled slowly, its mournful sound lingering.

"Ring the bells, mournful church."

The world is not a beautiful place, and there are not many noble people.

Very few people are willing to struggle desperately before the world ends.

More people would rather revel in the end times than struggle to survive.

But the priest was willing.

Why? Because once an elderly priest was willing to save him, so why can't he be willing to save others?

It's such a simple truth, isn't it?

He used everything he had, all his possessions, in an attempt to make the "door" open more slowly.

However, this attempt plunged him into endless suffering.

It was just an experiment, yet his body was on the verge of collapse, just like Beatrix's heart.

“Child, we are behind you.” A ghost standing behind Thun gently patted Thun’s shoulder.

The priest, whose body was on the verge of disappearing, then regained his composure, his face pale.

Standing behind him were the former Khitans.

As the last remaining Kino people, all their kin will support them, even though no one knows whether the souls of these Kino people are real or merely figments of their imagination.

But now, they are a group of "people" who are willing to help Thun.

In that instant, a Kyrgyz man vanished from the world of his mind, vanished forever.

A while later, another person disappeared.

They were trading their lives for Father Thun's life, a soul for just two short minutes.

There is no turning back.

Father Thun silently closed his eyes, knowing the choices of all the souls behind him.

Perhaps I will leave with them after they leave.

What will he get...maybe nothing at all. He is Bray, he is Brayclas.

He is an adventurer who likes to use a bow and arrow, but is not good at it, and is now almost thirty years old.

Just a second ago, he heard the noise of a railcar speeding by, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

He was simply lying lazily in a hammock, with Levy basking in the sun beside him.

Today, Bray lives near a field in his hometown.

After a period of adventure, he settled down a bit, mainly because he found his wife.

They also had a child.

"Wow!" Naruko, standing in the field, lifted the tiny girl in her arms high.

"Wow!" The little girl exclaimed happily along with Naruko.

The girl is the daughter of Bray and Naruko, named Nia Klass, or Yunni.

Oh, you read that right, he married Naruko and they became husband and wife.

However, he still doesn't quite remember why he ended up with Naruko.

It seems natural? No, it's not quite right, it's not natural at all.

Anyway, they ended up together and had a daughter named Nia.

Time flies so fast, it's almost like the blink of an eye. It feels like just a second ago that I was listening to Naruko complain at the Adventurers' Guild.

"Hey, Bray, come over here too! Wow!" Naruko shouted to Bray while holding Nia high in the air.

"Brave, Naruko is calling you," Levy reminded Bray, but she didn't move.

"Bang, wa!" Nia shouted loudly at Bray in the distance.

The sound was so sharp and loud that Bray instinctively covered his ears.

Children can be happy for half a day over something very small, and similarly, they can cry for half a day over something very small.

It has to be said, kids are a lot of trouble.

But so what? No matter how annoying Nia is, she's still their child. Besides, when they see Nia giggling, everyone—Bre, Levy, and Naruko—will be happy too.

I'm always infected by the child's inexplicable good mood.

Bray struggled to get up from the hammock, then laughed and exclaimed "Wow!" at Nia.

"Mmm, baba 'wa'!" Nia happily tugged at Naruko's long ponytail.

"Yes, he actually exclaimed 'Wow!'" Naruko said excitedly, rubbing her cheek against Nia.

"Well, Nia wants to get out of bed," Nia suddenly said to Naruko.

Although Naruko was a little confused, she still let her go.

As soon as the little girl landed, her legs seemed to have motors, and she ran quickly toward Bray.

"How could this be..." Naruko clutched her chest in distress. Nia had just stopped playing with her like this.

I spent most of the day trying to coax her, but she turned around and ran off to find Bray.

The little girl didn't notice her mother's sadness; instead, she tugged at Bray's sleeve, looking very expectant.

To be honest, Bray had no idea what Nia was expecting.

"What do you want to play?" Bray asked.

"Draw! Baba and Nia draw together!" Nia said without even thinking.

"Mom can do it too! Me too!" Naruko skipped and jumped around in the field behind her.

“Then Mommy will draw too!” Nia jumped up, her face beaming with joy.

"Nia, here you go =V=." Levy had somehow entered the room and brought out drawing paper and pens.

"Remember to draw Levy nicely, okay?" Levy wagged her tail and reminded Nia.

"Nia will definitely draw beautifully," Nia said confidently, puffing out her chest.

She placed the paper on the grass and then scribbled on it crookedly with crayons.

After drawing a few little figures, Nia licked her lips and handed the drawing to Bray as if to show off her achievement.

She drew a Baba, a Mama, a Levy, and herself.