A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Very good, that's a good answer.

As expected, Blakes' answer would be the same no matter which one he chose.

"I'll give you a chance to try." Whiteface threw his sword in front of Bray.

His white face, his armor, and his sword had all already disappeared from the world.

But the "dream" gave him the opportunity to take shape from his fragmented state.

However, if it weren't a dream, he would probably find other ways to recreate his fragmented self.

Bray remained silent and picked up the white longsword stuck in front of him.

My hair is no longer gray, and my hands are no longer weak.

This is him in his thirties, the man who is blind in his left eye.

With neither "The Last Echo" nor "Black Key" by his side, his only weapon was the sword that Hakumen had given him.

"Does this sword have a name?" Bray swung the sword, finding it surprisingly easy to handle.

"name?"

"This sword will disappear after everything is over."

"I've never given it a name."

"So naming it isn't very meaningful, but even so, do you still want to give it a name?" Bai Mian said.

“Of course.” Bray nodded.

“Let’s just call it ‘Klass’,” Bray said, holding the sword that looked like it could fall apart at any moment. He closed his eyes.

“Klass, this is our pride, isn’t it?” He glanced at Whiteface and said.

“Although no one understands why… you’re right, it’s our pride.” Whiteface didn’t deny Bray’s words.

"Anyway, this is a gift for you, so do whatever you like."

So—are you ready?

“It was prepared decades ago.” With his sword tucked at his waist, Bray said softly.

Wiltron's body should have crushed Bray.

At least He felt the crushing sensation of Brestis.

But what about Bray, who is no longer old? Where did that old mortal who could barely walk go?

How could Wiltren forget the person in front of him wearing an eye patch and a tattered coat?

It's the real-life Bray.

But here's the problem: this is a dream, while Bray's two swords are in reality.

No... Bray didn't actually carry two swords; he only had a mortar sword at his waist.

An ordinary sword with no special abilities.

"What have you done! Mortal!" Even Wiltron, who controlled this dream, could not understand what was happening.

In the world he created, he found himself losing control.

Bray, who should have died, is still alive, still living in his youth.

"That thing is nothing at all!!! It's just a lowly species!!"

After taking a deep look at Wiltron's massive body, Bray withdrew his gaze and ran toward the door with the broken sword in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he acted so decisively that Wiltren almost didn't have time to react.

Bray did not want to comment on what Wiltron said.

Because he had heard enough of it, and he knew that higher species all had this idea.

What can be changed by continuing to argue?

The perspective of a deity is ultimately the perspective of a deity. Why should He condescend to view the world from the perspective of a mortal?

"Don't even think about sneaking over! So what if you're young? This is my world!"

The dream world began to shatter, and the once normal scenery suddenly became distorted.

Although He cannot change the "distance" between Bray and the door, He has a thousand ways to prevent Bray from getting there.

The seawater, which had been split open, began to merge again, attempting to flood the gate.

The air began to freeze, and the wind, which should have been making a "whooshing" sound, instead turned into a terrifying "giggle" laugh.

The appearance of the ground will also change, gradually becoming flatter, as if it is about to merge with the ground and become a painting.

Yes, that's the correct way to proceed.

Even if Bray outmaneuvered him, even if he didn't know why Bray could escape his control, it didn't matter.

He is God, and Bray's mind is under His control.

If he wanted to force it, He could even brainwash Bray.

He is omnipotent.

He is "Wiltron, the Pure White Heart".

"Our time will surely come!!!" Wiltron shouted, and His voice could be heard throughout the entire dream.

But the next moment, His voice abruptly stopped.

Whether it was the swelling of His body or the distortion of the surrounding scenery, everything returned to normal in an instant.

Even Bray returned to normal and ran on the road to the real world.

Even though the seawater ahead was gathering, he did not stop.

It's like being swallowed by the sea the next moment and it's not a big deal.

"No! No!!!" Wiltron began to panic as he saw Bray getting closer and closer to the door to the real world.

He didn't even know what he was anxious about, so anxious that he overlooked the question of "why everything would return to normal".

He instinctively felt that once Bray entered the real world, something irreversible would happen.

His enormous body dissolved and dispersed into countless small clumps, surging towards Bray.

The seawater also grabbed Bray's feet, giving him no chance to break free.

There were less than fifty meters left, but that distance felt incredibly far.

Bray would rather run fifty kilometers than run fifty meters.

Because it is so difficult, every inch of progress requires all one's strength and even one's life.

But just when he felt that moving forward was extremely difficult, all the white clumps disappeared, and the seawater that had been engulfing him dispersed.

"Just keep running."

"If you can't even walk fifty meters, then I can only say that I lost to a piece of trash." White Face stood behind Bray and said slowly.

White Face caught the real Willtron among countless dumplings with one hand.

There was no need to look back; Whiteface already knew that Bray was continuing to run.

Seeing that Bray hadn't made any mistakes, he had no further worries.

He flung Wiltron away violently, and the surrounding clumps of fluff burst open like bubbles.

"The white guy? It's you again!!!" Wiltron struggled to his feet.

The attack from the white-faced man just now hit the careless Wiltron directly.

Because Bray was so weak, Wiltren never worried about anyone retaliating against him.

In reality, Bray was indeed too weak to fight back against Wiltren, but Whiteface could.

“Wiltren, in the end, gods are all the same, just like mortals.” The white-faced man calmly faced Wiltren.

"You're just a fragment of yourself, what are you talking about?" After recovering, Wiltron instantly returned to his peak condition.

Although the blow from the white face was heavy, it did not seriously injure Wiltren.

If it were real white powder, that would be a different story; Wiltren would most likely not recover for half a day.

However, this was merely a fragment of Bai Mian; the real Bai Mian had long since been killed.

"You can't win in this state, just give up," Wiltron said aggressively to White Face.

He had expected Bai Mian to refute him, but to his surprise, Bai Mian's reaction was very calm.

"Of course I can't beat you in my current state." As a god of war, and one who has fought against a golden-type god, no one knows better than Hakumen how to judge whether he can defeat a golden-type god.

In a normal state, or rather, as long as I am not in a berserk state, I can defeat some of the Gold-type monsters.

Wiltren is one of those who can be defeated.

However, a fragmented version of himself could never defeat Wiltron.

"And look at you, you've even lost the sword you were so proud of!"

He had always known that Bai Mian always carried a sword, but now Bai Mian was empty-handed. What did that mean?

You think you can defeat yourself like that? Don't be ridiculous.

"Someone like you can't even be considered an outsider."

Bai Mian listened to everything Wiltron said without saying a word.

"Since when did you start having the illusion that I'm going to 'defeat' you?" White Face said calmly.

"I just need to stop you." Knowing he couldn't defeat Wiltron, Bai Mian remained calm.

He is a white-faced, exceptionally powerful deity. Even without his sword, leaving only this useless armor, his very existence is but a fragment.

It's more than enough to block the gold mine.

"Let's see how you block this!"

"That's it." As soon as the words were spoken, the ground and sky shattered, and the dream began to become unstable.

It was all because the white-faced man punched Willtron with his bare hands.

You've said something wrong.

"I am a monster, I don't need a sword to deal with you." The "door" leading to the real world is not a door in the true sense, but just an entrance formed by the convergence of water.

After passing through the entrance formed by the spiral of water, Bray immediately began to fall.

Keep going down, ever down.

In the darkness, countless patterns drifted by.

Each pattern tells a story about what is happening on Capra.

These patterns are abstract, but they contain all the necessary information.

Unfortunately, Bray couldn't understand the patterns at all and had no idea what they were trying to tell him.

He now only feels like he's falling from the top.

However, if he uses his inner eye, he will strangely discover that he has not moved at all.

Everything is happening, and yet nothing is happening.

In the pitch-black world, these patterns are the only source of light.

The grenades, surrounded by patterns, fell for a long time within them.

The darkness blurred Bray's concept of time, and unless he counted the seconds one by one, it wouldn't be long before he became confused.

However, this was no big deal for Bray.

All he had to do at that moment was wait—

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally landed.

Despite falling for so long, Bray did not experience any impact upon landing.

It felt as if I had been lying on this ground all along.

Of course, as someone who wasn't visiting the real world for the first time, Bray wasn't surprised by this.