A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Go back to the false world, and I will spare you out of consideration for our shared golden race." Anika's chest and hands were fully restored with the sound of an ancient bell.

Even the concept of Dipfic could not prevent Anikaya, who was also of the golden race, from regenerating.

After all, His regeneration is different from the usual kind of wound repair.

"Stop talking big!" the black dragon laughed wildly, its wings suddenly growing larger, bringing a long-lost shadow to this world.

They fought each other for a whole day, and neither was deterred by a single word from the other.

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Indeed, neither of them can do anything to the other.

But as gods, their battle had a great impact on Bray.

Bray fell down again and again, but did not attract the attention of the two gods.

He was like a lone ant on the ground, inconspicuous.

In Bray's mind, he could sense how terrifying the battle between the gods was.

If I had gotten any closer, it wouldn't have been as simple as just being knocked down by the impact.

Next, I might be shattered to pieces, torn to shreds.

Even with the "supreme echo" suppressing the concept, it was useless.

This level of suppression is negligible for the Gold Seed.

Bray, leaning on "Klass," stared at the direction where the two gods were fighting for half a minute.

What exactly is the conflict between gods? Bray doesn't care.

Why are there gods who hate the will of the world, and gods who protect the will of the world? Bray still doesn't care.

In that short half minute, he thought about a lot of things.

After witnessing firsthand how gods, like mortals, fought each other for inexplicable reasons, he came to understand many things.

The difference between mortals and gods is vast, but in some sense, there isn't much difference.

Bray took a deep breath; he still had the "idea" of wanting to move forward.

That's enough.

A long and arduous journey?

No, Bray wasn't actually far from his destination.

Although there was no door behind those two golden statues.

But Bray still knew that as long as he walked over there, he would reach his destination.

Unlike Bai Mian, he did not go through countless reincarnations.

He had lived those days for hundreds of years in other people's mental worlds, but those days didn't feel real to him.

Because at that time, he would forget everything in each reincarnation.

Even if you say he eventually remembered all the events of his reincarnations, it would feel no different from reading a diary.

But this time, he finally felt the passage of time and the feeling of many years.

Even if his body returned to its youthful state, he could never forget that feeling.

How could it be easy?

That's right, when I see something, I have thoughts like "I've seen this before" or "It's still the same."

The feeling of growing old is quite different from that of maturity.

Unfortunately, Bray couldn't explain it to others step by step, and perhaps no one else could explain this feeling to others either.

Is he an old man? No, he is no longer.

From the moment he grasped the sword Whiteface, he was no longer an old man, but rather a man in his thirties named Blakeras.

But he was once an old man, and he had thought about and experienced a lot.

"Whoosh!!!!" A violent gust of air surged in from all directions.

The impact of the beam of light sweeping down from the sky sent Bray flying as he advanced, leaning on his sword.

Bray, who had finally made it a hundred meters forward, was easily pushed back to his original position.

"..." Bray didn't utter a single complaint, silently stood up, and continued to advance despite the impact of the battle between the two Gold-level beings.

His coat was torn open with one tear after another, as if a thousand knives had ripped through his clothes.

Beneath the coat lay a body covered in wounds.

Blood first soaked his clothes, then dripped from the edge of his coat to the ground.

A trail of bloodstains appeared on the empty land.

The trail of blood stretched from a great distance all the way to Bray's feet.

When Bray's footsteps echoed here, it sounded like a bored person rambling on and on.

She kept rambling on and on, until finally, she didn't even know who she was talking to.

Bray was the same; he wasn't sure if his efforts to reach the end would be worthwhile.

Whether hope truly exists ahead on the road, only he will know once he has actually walked it.

Who is the culprit behind all this tragedy? Who is at fault?

Was it wrong that the lower species were too weak? Or was it wrong that the golden species were too strong? Or was it wrong that the will of the world was wrong?

Does that mean that "such a future" is wrong?

There is nothing wrong.

Everyone just did what they thought they should do, and that's how this inevitable result came about.

This is the end of the world that will come no matter how things change.

At this moment, Bray was simply doing what he needed to accomplish.

As for who actually wanted to do it, Bray stopped caring a long time ago.

Silently, this mortal, as insignificant as an ant to the golden race, walked to the giant guarding the gate and came into the black dragon's sight.

Finally, finally, the two golden beings noticed Bray.

The bley, which was originally as inconspicuous as a roadside stone, suddenly became conspicuous.

It became something that might "trip them up".

At that moment, a raw killing intent emanated from two golden-type beings.

The killing intent swept over like a strong wind.

However, faced with the simultaneous murderous intent rising from these two golden-type beings, Bray began to hum a ballad.

The folk songs from his hometown dispelled the intense murderous intent that surrounded him.

Now that I've been discovered, there's no need for me to hide anymore.

Humming a song casually can be a good way to ease the tense atmosphere.

Not only did the golden seed exude a strong killing intent, but Bray could also sense something approaching.

That thing is in a very far place, but it carries a strong obsession.

A kind of obsession that comes at me no matter what, started coming at me the moment I entered the real world a long time ago.

But that wasn't goodwill; it was malice, a deeper sense of rejection than anything else between these two golden beings.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

The humming reached the ears of the gods, like a merciless mockery.

Why are there mortals here?

“Anikaya, answer me!” the black dragon demanded in an ancient, somber voice.

“It’s none of your business,” Anikaya said coldly.

In that instant, Anikaya stopped his fist, which was about to smash into Bray.

He heard the words of the "Mother," and the will of the world wanted to make contact with this mortal.

But he's just an ordinary person...

“Since you won’t answer, then I’ll let him disappear and then ask you slowly,” Dipfick said in a cruel tone.

However, while the two were talking, Bray had already started running.

He's not fast at running, so we'll use swordsmanship.

If that's not fast enough, then use dragon patterns.

It's not just ridiculous to describe; even from the perspective of the Golden Seed, such an action is ridiculous.

Running and running like this, it's like a frightened fledgling bird.

Anikaye glanced at Bray, who was about to leave, and blocked the beam of light that came out of the black dragon's mouth with one hand.

Although His hand was shattered by the blow, Dipfick's attack was also deflected to the side.

“I said, it has nothing to do with you,” Anikaya said in a resounding voice.

Unfortunately, He underestimated Dipfick's ability to act.

The black dragon abandoned its advantage in the air and swooped down like a raptor.

The force of this dive shattered the space of the real world, tore through the surrounding wind, and hurtled straight toward the wreckage.

"Stop!!!" Anikaye roared, trying to stop the black dragon from swooping down.

But when Dipfik heard Anika's words, he did not restrain himself; instead, he became even more ferocious.

The speed was so fast that the clumsy giant could not catch him in time.

Before even having any contact with Bray, the sheer pressure alone was making it impossible for Bray to breathe.

Without any special means, the simple impact alone made Bray feel as if the gravity around him had been multiplied several times.

Instead of drawing his sword to retaliate, Bray continued to run forward with difficulty, step by step.

No need to look back, no need to worry about "image".

Just keep running.

But after taking only one step, the black dragon's shadow, which loomed over the sky, completely covered Bree.

The next moment, Bray will be killed, he will definitely be killed.

"Mortal..." However, the black dragon, who was about to utter the word "mortal," stopped abruptly.

"Roar!!!!" The malice that had been attacking Bray from afar finally drew near.

The deafening roar came neither from Dipfik nor from Anikaya.

It came from a giant snake covered in wounds.

A hoarse voice, an angry voice.

More than half of the giant snake's flesh and blood were gone, its body was mutilated, and you could even clearly see the needle-like bones inside its body.

Even if someone said the giant snake was a long-decayed corpse, no one would question it.

But even this giant serpent made Dipfick pause for a second in shock. The monster, originally known as the Ring-Bearer, should have been killed by the black dragon, leaving only a mutilated corpse.

It should have been a corpse.

But the giant serpent, its body torn to shreds, rose once more, devouring the world and carving out a path to the true world.

Because He, who had died, was reawakened after sensing a certain aura.

That was the aura that had vanished from the world, the aura of someone He loathed.

The person the giant serpent despised was Bray, Brayclas.

The moment Bray left the dream, the giant serpent seemed to have a switch flipped, resurrecting with a belly full of rage.

He was not angry with anything else, except with Bray.