A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He wanted to devour this thing, even though He didn't know what it was, but His inner hatred drove Him to attack.

The giant serpent, having lost its sense of self, gradually regained its sanity as it approached the will of the world.

His sharp eyes gradually cleared, but his hatred for the will of the world never changed.

Even with only one fang remaining, the giant serpent will still launch an attack on the world.

"This is you!? Just like that!???"

"It's this kind of thing... This kind of thing arbitrarily controls a person's life?"

"Giant serpent... no," Gurid roared, questioning this so-called world will.

However, the will of the world can never be defied.

The giant serpent, along with its last remaining fragments, was pulverized.

A ring fell from mid-air.

A man was standing on the ground, and the ring fell to the ground beside him with a crisp "clang".

The man had sharp, cold eyes like a snake, and short, brown hair.

It's Goreid.

The real protagonists should have been Bray and Jonathan, but at that moment, Gureed's "radiance" overshadowed everyone else.

His body is on the verge of collapse; he will disappear in just a short while.

Even at this point, the will of the world still left behind his remaining consciousness.

However, Gurid showed no gratitude whatsoever; he seemed completely indifferent to his impending fate.

The ring was finally off.

He was finally ready to be killed by the will of the world.

Gurid's previously crazed expression instantly turned utterly cold.

He listened to the world's words with a blank expression.

The more he listened to the languages ​​of the world, the more he felt that his life was worthless.

“That’s enough,” Gurid said calmly.

“Anyway, I’ve had enough.” He said, then turned and gave Bray a deep look.

He ignored the clown nearby, his eyes fixed only on Bray.

"You bastard, you actually used me." He looked at Bray with a sneer.

"But it doesn't matter."

At that very moment, all the attention around him was focused on Gurid.

Bray became less important, and the Joker became dispensable.

Even the world's will, which symbolizes the world itself, is not as powerful as the figure of Greed at this moment.

In fact, Goodeid did nothing and never intended to help anyone.

But in the end, he still helped others in various ways.

Upon closer examination, this may be the work of the world's will.

The more Gurid thought about it, the more he felt his life was meaningless.

So-called defiance of fate, in the end, is still within fate.

His struggles were, in a way, arranged by the world.

What does he truly own...? It seems he has nothing at all.

"Breaklas!!!" Gureed roared at Breklas, who was some distance away from him.

He pointed at Bray with his index finger, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I have finally seen what I've always wanted to see."

"Although I'm disappointed, at least I saw it."

Gurid remembered perfectly what Bray had said to the monster.

"Don't you want to see what kind of world will is behind what has brought us to this point?"

“I hate you, you hypocrite,” Gureed said quietly.

"But I still want to thank you."

Gurid stopped looking at Bray and instead faced the pure, clean space.

In this place, it's actually quite simple to get the world's will to kill you.

Getting someone else to kill you is indeed not difficult.

All he needs to do is harbor malice towards the will of the world; that's something he excels at.

With a whoosh, a gust of wind blew by, and Gulid was completely wiped from the world.

What, really, was the life of Gulid?

No one can explain it clearly.

It's nothing, or it's just a pile of garbage.

The world cruelly imposed a tragic beginning on Goredo's life, and then made him a monastic.

If people say that the will of the world is benevolent and kind, then if Goode were still alive, he would surely scoff.

It can be said that Goody spent his entire life trying to escape the shadow of the world behind him, but ultimately he failed.

But at least in the end, he successfully expressed his dissatisfaction to the world—at the cost of his life.

Death, in retrospect, seems like a very worthwhile price for Goreid.

What is the root cause of this thief's greed?

It was either a shackle imposed on him by the world, or a tragedy from his childhood.

It's also possible that it's neither of those, but simply his nature.

Regardless... this guy actually thanked Bray at the end, which Bray hadn't expected at all.

But rather than expecting Gureed to thank him, Bray felt he should thank the guy instead.

He had used him; without the giant serpent that was the incarnation of Gurid, he would not have been able to break the deadlock he had just faced with the black dragon.

Bray stared blankly at the spot where Gureed had disappeared, momentarily forgetting that Jonathan was right next to him.

"Clap clap clap." Jonathan's mask showed a surprised expression, and he clapped vigorously on the side.

“Eek... I originally thought Mr. Goodeid would just leave without leaving a trace.” His tone was full of surprise.

The Joker was truly captivated by Goode's final moments.

His original intention was to find Bray, but unexpectedly, he was now sighing for Gurid.

"I didn't expect it to be so scary in the end." After thinking it over, Jonathan finally used the word "scary" to describe Gureed's brief moment.

To be honest, if Goodeid's obsession was directed at Jonathan, then Jonathan would definitely be in big trouble.

In some ways, it will be several times more troublesome than Bray.

“Now that Mr. Goodeid is dead, it’s just me and you left here,” Jonathan said slowly, twirling his cane.

Bray got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

He was only one step away from the will of the world, but Jonathan didn't seem to intend to let himself go.

“…” Bray stared at Jonathan’s mask; he truly didn’t understand Jonathan.

He didn't even intend to delve into how Jonathan got to this place.

Because it's very likely that, in the end, Bray still won't understand.

"Isn't the gift I left for you in the 'United Gods' alliance' quite nice?"

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” Jonathan began to praise himself for what he had done.

If Jonathan hadn't split the Silver Seeds long ago, Bray wouldn't have had the chance to fight the Demigod one-on-one.

In this respect, Jonathan did help Bray.

Although Jonathan helped Bray, Bray still lost in the end.

No matter how much Jonathan helped Bray, that battle was still destined to be lost.

Jonathan was well aware of this, yet he still did it.

The main reason is simply to watch a spectacular duel.

If it's a group fight, then it can't be called a duel, according to Jonathan.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Bray took a deep breath and asked the question he most wanted to know.

In this final destination, Bray couldn't help but ask the clown who kept appearing all over the world a question.

"What does this little man want to do?" Upon hearing Bray's question, the clown began to laugh, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

“Mr. Monk, that’s a very unrefined question,” Jonathan said, laughing as he shook his index finger.

He's like a roly-poly toy; no matter how much you bend over and shake him, he won't fall over.

His eerie laughter echoed through the empty space.

"However, since it is a question asked by the precept-holder, I will still answer it."

“After all, I am a very honest person.” Jonathan straightened his back again and then straightened his collar.

“A petty person wants to see people struggling, wants to see everyone trying their best.”

Jonathan opened his arms and said loudly.

“Tell the truth, Jonathan,” Bray said.

"That's the truth," Jonathan said, shrugging helplessly.

Jonathan didn't lie; he just left out one sentence.

"Okay, okay," Jonathan said quickly, unable to bear Bray's gaze.

"I just wanted to die while I was at it."

When Kapras is completely reduced to nothingness, then everything will begin anew.

When all things wither, the world is also reshaped.

The golden seed may still exist, or it may die.

Until that time comes, no one will know.

But Jonathan knew one thing: all the people would eventually die.

"Ah! Sweet death! I will soon taste the sweetness of death!" Jonathan said lyrically, his hand covering his chest.

How long has Jonathan been in this cycle of reincarnation, having mistakenly entered the real world and caused his own existence to become erroneous?

I've already forgotten.

He once thought of using his reincarnated form to save the world.

However, he later gave up because even when he was later exaggerated to be omniscient and omnipotent, he was still powerless.

He has been a Redeemer, and also a descendant of a prophet—

Then, in the end, people are still the same people, and the world is still the same world.

Without realizing it, he found everything boring.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "tiring".

“Mr. Monk, do you feel that you are yourself?” Jonathan asked in a lighthearted tone.

"..."

"I, a humble person, have always felt that I am not myself."

“There are many people in my mind, and they all say it is ‘me,’ but the little man always feels that something is wrong.”