A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If Jonathan is lying down right now, then Bray is lying face down.

After the clown was pushed in, he collapsed, dragging his sword helplessly.

Bray might still have the strength to get up, but he definitely wouldn't be able to launch another attack.

“Look, Mr. Bray, it might take you a minute to get up.”

“But a little person can get up anytime, anywhere,” Jonathan said, preparing to stand up from the ground.

However, after a long while, he still couldn't stand up smoothly.

Jonathan had the idea of ​​standing up, but he couldn't put it into action.

"?" Jonathan's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.

Only after he lowered his head did he realize that his body was becoming increasingly transparent.

"Ah... I'm going to die." Jonathan finally realized something.

Having used the power of the Golden Seed, it is only natural that he would suffer a backlash.

Despite Jonathan's ability to reincarnate indefinitely, and even his status as an agent of the gods—

But he will still be classified as a mortal.

Since they are mortals, they are naturally not qualified to be vessels to bear the power of the Golden Seed.

It's normal for substandard containers to be destroyed.

“And you have no way to reincarnate,” Bray said in a deep, hoarse voice.

"There's no way to reincarnate?" Jonathan laughed heartily, as if he'd heard a joke.

He had been trying to find a way to die smoothly, but Bray told him that if he died this time, he would not be able to be reincarnated.

"Why? Are you saying, Mr. Bray, that you're going to destroy the world?"

“If that’s the case, I’d like to thank you properly right now,” Jonathan said loudly.

Although his body was not under his control, the clown was still able to speak freely.

This is probably the greatest mercy the world can show to this chatterbox.

“No…” Bray flatly rejected Jonathan’s idea.

"Oh? So what exactly happened?" Jonathan asked with a grin.

Bray didn't answer Jonathan's question, but he didn't need to.

Because someone has already answered this question for Bray.

Various crisp tinkling sounds rang out in the pure white world, conveying a message to Bray and Jonathan: "Your little mistake has been corrected."

Jonathan was stunned by just that one sentence.

He struggled to raise his hand and cover his eyes.

The purple lotus was covered by a hand, but it was still spinning, spinning quickly and erratically, just like Jonathan's mood.

"Hahahaha, what? It's like this?"

"It's such a simple principle, I figured it out right away," Jonathan said with a smile.

The "mistake" spoken of by the will of the world is its own cycle of reincarnation.

Then, her "mistake" was insignificant to her.

It's to the point where it can be easily corrected.

If that's the case, why is it only being corrected now? Couldn't it have been done sooner?

Ah, it's because I can't come here myself.

He came here today.

In other words, he is dead forever this time and will never be resurrected.

The world will not give birth to another reincarnated being.

That's good; my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled.

So why am I so afraid? Why be so afraid after knowing that I will actually die?

"Huh!?" Suddenly, the clown exclaimed in surprise.

"I understand, I understand!"

Jonathan now knew why he had reacted that way.

Because he just realized something very important.

Jonathan, despite being a con artist, was always honest and never lied to anyone.

If that's the case, then what gives him the right to call himself a con artist?

He is still a con artist because he has been lying to himself all along.

He didn't deceive others, but he kept deceiving himself.

He deceives himself into seeking death, but in reality, the clown fears death.

What a fraudster who only deceives himself.

Well, it seems I'm quite an interesting guy myself.

“Isn’t the little man himself quite amusing? Really.” Jonathan removed his hands from his eyes.

At this moment, the fear on his face was no longer concealed.

A mixture of sudden enlightenment and fear left Bray with mixed feelings.

“Mr. Bray, I take back what I said earlier. You’re a really bad person.” Jonathan said to Bray with a particularly twisted smile.

Bray watched silently as the clown began to ramble incoherently, slowly rising from the ground with the help of his sword.

The Joker is getting weaker and weaker; if Bray does nothing, the Joker will die.

There will never be another person who is reincarnated.

Hearing Jonathan's incredibly maniacal laughter, Bray let out a sigh of relief.

As it turns out... Jonathan was just a mortal man after all.

“I’m here,” Bray said, facing the empty space ahead. The sounds around Bray gradually faded.

Jonathan's laughter gradually faded away.

The pleasant sounds blended together, conveying the message to Chao Lei.

The first thing that reached Bray's mind was a very simple sentence—"We meet again, human~"

The will of the world has never taken a fixed form.

It could even be said that it doesn't even have a "form".

The only thing that can be understood is the image that others can associate with the world's will when it speaks.

However, even this image is not fixed.

Different people will encounter different images.

In Bray's view, the will of the world is the image of a cute little child.

At least, that's how it is now.

"Yes, we meet again." After saying this, Bray seemed a little dazed.

That's right, he has met with the will of the world again.

But this one meeting turned out to be so difficult.

It was so difficult. How many battles were fought? How many people died?

Then the will of the world will not feel anything about it, and even if it pays an extremely heavy price to reach this place, it will not comment on it.

When she speaks, she appears as a "person," but she is the will of the world.

It can only be the will of the world.

She is the mother of all things... but that doesn't mean she cares about all living beings.

—"Kapras is returning to nothingness."

"I know."

How could Bray not know about this?

If he hadn't known, he wouldn't have gone through so many hardships to get to this place.

He has almost forgotten how many times he has walked on the edge of death.

"I know you know," the will of the world said, like a child.

"You've already killed the other you, so now it's your turn to choose," she said softly.

The will of the world possesses supreme power; it is the world itself.

But the world itself cannot make choices, a fact that many people are unaware of.

Perhaps the only option the world's will can make is to expel the dangerous factors that bring destruction before the world is completely destroyed.

That's how the once-golden seed left.

However, this kind of emergency-like mechanism can never solve the problem at its root.

Or rather, no problem can be solved.

In the past, Bai Mian stood before the will of the world and made many choices.

Now it's Bray's turn to make a choice, as the last Bray to do so.

Is it heavy? A little.

Every word he said was important, almost determining the course of Kapras's life.

It's a very strange feeling, after all, "one person" determines "one world".

At this time, many people have the illusion that they can save the world.

I can make a wish before the will of the world.

In that case, is there any possibility that the world cannot be saved?

"I am the savior, the only savior"—there are certainly many people who think this way.

But Bray knew this was an illusion.

"Aren't you going to make a choice?" the Will of the World asked with some doubt, because Bray had been silent for a long time.

Indeed, the will of the world is willing to wait even ten thousand years.

But time should not be wasted for living beings.

Is it possible that, unlike Bai Mian, Bray has no intention of doing anything?

“Yes,” Bray said, his eyes lowered.

There was once a man who asked himself a few questions.

He was a man who wanted to change a hopeless world, but there was only one path he could take.

The path that men take to change the world is cruel and cold-blooded.

Then, before he died, he said something to Bray.

"Is there any hope for this world?" That was the man's first question.

"There must be." That was Bray's first answer.

"We won't be kept like this forever, waiting to be harvested by those so-called gods, right?" That was the man's second question.

There was supposed to be a third question, but the man knew he would never have the chance to ask it.

So he told Bray that Bray would definitely come up with a way to change the world, and that his way would definitely be better than anything he knew.

It would at least be a kinder and gentler approach.

“Kindness…a gentle approach…” Bray murmured, slowly raising his eyelids.