A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“However, I won’t be taking Captain Alice with me,” Carrasco said after noticing that Alice had woken up.

Feeling the strength of Alice gripping his wrist, Eric knew what had happened.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Eric asked Alice, who had just woken up, with a hint of annoyance.

"It wouldn't be bad to just lie here and watch the clouds without doing anything," Alice said in a cool voice as she woke up.

If the world is really going to end, it would be good to stay by the side of this colonel who thinks of everyone until the very end.

At the beach, an old man with a cane walks on the damp sand.

Each step leaves a footprint; each use of a cane leaves a small dent.

When the tide rises, it will fill in the pits and footprints.

But even so, there is no way to cover up their traces; even if you wanted them to never have appeared, it wouldn't work.

In this dream of the gods, there is no difference or meaning between real and false things.

"Cough cough..." The old man stopped and coughed a few times.

He is Bray, Brayclas, an old man in his seventies.

Bray had no weapons on him, neither a bow nor a sword.

He only had a walking stick to help him walk.

In his dream life, Bray didn't experience many battles, probably more than ten times fewer than in his real life.

Therefore, his body was not strong, and he naturally weakened as he grew old.

It seems I still need to train more. Even if I don't fight, I still need to keep training.

This time, his time was not skipped. After regaining his senses, Bray watched himself grow old year by year.

I have to say, this world has been incredibly kind to me.

Naruko is now an old lady with white hair, Levi is still like a young girl, and Nia has started a family.

The thought that Nia had actually married made him want to kill his son-in-law.

When he was thirty, how could he have imagined what his daughter would look like when she grew up?

He could still hear those clumsy "baba, baba" sounds.

I have experienced reincarnation before, but those reincarnations are different from this one.

Even if Bray reads his own life in other timelines, he will still grow old after growing old in his dreams.

Because it's me who's getting old, not someone else.

In the dream created by God, Bray could not find a way out no matter how hard he searched.

Generally, once a person realizes they are dreaming, they will find a way to wake up.

Or rather, dying in a dream is the best way to leave this world.

Unfortunately, Bray tried.

In the end, I just woke up in my own bed as usual, as if my "death" was just another dream.

Even if you die many times, you will never reach the so-called "bottom of the dream".

He's still here, still living his life here. I wonder if, after he dies of old age, he'll be able to start living again as a young man.

If that's the case, there will still be a year of nausea.

Since he met Bai Mian by the river, he has never encountered Bai Mian again.

He was the only one who knew he was dreaming.

No, he wasn't the only one.

“I really don’t understand.” A voice rang out behind Bray.

A small white object, resembling a pillow, was being washed by the seawater on the beach.

The sound came from this fluffy ball of fluff.

Since it was Wiltron who put Bray into a dream, he could naturally see everything Bray had done in his life.

The same goes for the white powder; Wiltren knew everything.

But He didn't care about the white flour, and even if He wanted to, He might not be able to.

After all, although that white face was a fragmented form of consciousness, it was still the consciousness of the Aragami White Face.

However, Wiltren himself didn't care, because he didn't actually intend to prevent Bray from realizing that he was dreaming.

With such an extraordinary spirit, Bray must surely understand, no matter what, that he is dreaming.

“So what if you know you’re dreaming?” Wiltron said.

“Nothing can be done,” the aged Bray said slowly.

His demeanor and tone clearly indicated that he was an old man.

A person whose heart has grown old.

"So you're wandering around aimlessly, what are you trying to do?"

"Wouldn't it be better to live your life like this?" Willtron asked.

This dream was created by Him based on Bray's own mind.

Wiltren didn't manage many things at all; the entire dream was mostly running on its own.

The dream was so real that it copied all the rules and anomalies of the real world.

The people inside are no different from real people.

Even if the dream is absurd, it still gives people a sense of "reasonableness".

"You want to live a peaceful life, so you get the chance to live in the town your whole life."

"You wanted to use a bow and arrow, so you embarked on the path of a hunter from the very beginning."

"None of this was done by my intervention; it's the life you wanted."

"Look at this utterly meaningless life, just like the lives of ordinary people—"

"That's exactly what you wanted."

Bray's dream contained nothing related to power, money, glory, beauty, or anything like that.

There was no extraordinary life, just living a simple life.

"But I don't think it matters, because this is what you want, this is your dream."

"But what are you wandering around for?"

However, after Bray turned forty, when Nia came of age, he began to wander around the world.

He gained nothing from his wanderings around the world, and his adventures were not particularly exciting, especially considering how weak he was.

Moreover, Bray often returns to town to retire for a period of time.

His actions were all baffling; Wiltren couldn't figure out what he was trying to achieve.

If you were to compile Bray's actions into a collection of the most baffling things ever done, it wouldn't be a problem.

"I'm bumping into walls everywhere, hoping that somewhere I might find a way to escape this dream," Bray said.

"Do you think I would leave you such an Easter egg?" Wiltron said dismissively.

He said he wouldn't let Bray wake up, so naturally he wouldn't leave any loopholes.

“I also think you won’t.” Bray looked at Wiltron with his old, lifeless right eye.

Compared to Wiltron, Bray might be older even after going through countless reincarnations.

In terms of "old age," the short-lived Bray race can never compare to the gods.

Therefore, it would be unreasonable to say that he was more weathered than Wiltron.

In reality, the "heart" of gods does not age; only the "heart" of mortals ages with the passage of time.

Bray looked at Wiltren as if he were looking at a child who would never grow up.

He knows everything, yet he is still a child.

That's roughly the feeling.

"So you knew this all along, yet you still went looking everywhere?" Wiltron said irritably.

"Do you know that I'm protecting you from being torn apart by other guys so that I can deliver you whole to Themifik?" Tuanzi said, hopping around.

"So, in a sense, should I say thank you?"

“Of course, it’s not wrong to be grateful to the gods,” Wiltron said smugly.

“Then I’ll say ‘thank you’,” the elderly Bray said slowly.

As Wiltron said, he deserved his gratitude for God's sacrifice in some way. "I say, mortal, you should give up by now," Wiltron said helplessly, hopping around Bray with his adorable body.

In fact, Bray's pointless struggles had no effect on Wiltren.

But upon closer examination, none of the dreams created by Wiltren were actually nightmares.

Although the surrounding reality was distorted when He descended, it did not distort in a terrifying way.

Although it may seem strange at first glance, upon closer examination, it is definitely fun for Wiltren.

Wiltron felt helpless watching a mortal make things so difficult for himself.

It's not fun at all.

He wasn't the kind of person who liked "mortal observation," and to prevent Bray from going too far, He occasionally had to adjust the dream.

To be honest, it's a bit troublesome.

In the past, when Wiltren was banished from the world, such troublesome matters could be used to pass the time.

But things are different now. He's on Kapras, with plenty of time to play.

Why on earth would they specifically keep an eye on this mortal?!

For Themifik?

Oh, that's okay.

"Hey, hey, hey, hurry up and enjoy your life! After you die, you can start a different life all over again," Wiltren said in a rather resentful tone.

"As expected, you start over after you die of old age." Old Bray shook his head. It seemed that the truth was exactly as he had thought, and it wasn't complicated.

That makes sense. Why would Wiltren go to such lengths and schemes for Bray?

He directly opened this dream, and after the car door was welded shut, what right did Bray have to get out of the car?

If Wiltron wanted to live like a dog, he could do it.

"Give up? I wouldn't give up even when I'm ninety," Bray murmured, his eyes lowered.

"You really are stubborn as ever." Wiltron sighed deeply, then turned away, ready to disappear.

But instead, Bray pulled something out of his coat pocket.

“It seems there are indeed some things that even you can’t see, and you don’t know that I’ve already obtained.” Bray looked at the hilt of his sword and said softly.

A sword hilt. You read that right, just a sword hilt.

The hilt of the sword, whose origin and how it came to be in Bray's hands are unknown, belongs to the "Swan Song" sword hilt.

As he said this, Bray dragged his aged body toward a certain direction.

In that direction, there is a road that cuts through the sea; Wiltren had perfectly conceived of the road that would appear.

"The Last Echo" is a sword forged by mortals and meant for mortals to wield.

Her initial purpose was simply to enable people to stand before the gods.

It wasn't to kill the enemy, nor was it to save lives.

It was initially crafted by that ancient blacksmith simply for the sake of "dignity".

Even a ring can be a sword.

"Breclas... What is this? What on earth is this...?"