A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Does such a method exist?... It should exist.

But Bray probably couldn't have come up with that.

"Kindness? Gentleness?" The voice of the world's will was somewhat confused.

“It’s nothing, just talking to myself,” Bray said, shaking his head.

Over the long years, I've thought about many things.

But in the end, he couldn't think of any kind and gentle way to change the world.

So desperate, so agonizing, all that could be seen was helplessness.

Even Bray had to admit that there was no hope.

"Hurry up, Kapras can't hold on much longer," the World Will said.

In just one or two days, all the creatures on Kapras that have no concept of existence will be wiped out.

Then, a week later, the world will return to nothingness.

“Hmm…” Bray pondered for a moment.

To expel the golden race once again? This is nothing more than making future generations suffer the same disaster that we should have borne ourselves.

"Can a concept be abolished?" Bray asked calmly.

Beneath the calm tone lay words as sharp as thunder.

"Sure!" the World Will replied readily.

The world's will responded in a similarly chilling way.

It was as if a solution to the world's problems had suddenly appeared.

But is it really that simple? Of course not.

“As expected.” Bray was not surprised at all by the World Will’s answer.

This answer was exactly what he expected; after all, he had pondered it for a long time.

"Just say all the 'buts' that follow." His right eye was lifeless, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any desire for hope.

"You really are just like your other self, seeing things very clearly," the World Will said.

Whether it's white flour or bleed, the reaction is the same.

When Hakumian learned that time could be reset, he remained completely unfazed, as if he had known the answer all along.

"Concepts are an important part of this world system," said the will of the world.

"If the concept is eliminated, another system will be needed to replace it," she said.

Many things cannot disappear without a reason; they need to be replaced.

"Furthermore, no matter what system you switch to, the original strong will remain strong, and the original weak will remain weak."

Even if the concept is abolished, there will still be something else that will drive lower species to despair.

Golden species will not fall from their pedestal, and inferior species cannot leap over the dragon gate to become gods.

Bray lowered his head slightly, then raised it a few seconds later.

This was an expected answer.

In that case, I can say what I want to say directly.

“Then let’s change the system,” Bray said calmly.

"Okay, so do you have any good suggestions?" The World Will didn't know what would happen next, but she still allowed it.

At this moment, she gave the power of choice to Bray.

Have you ever heard of "identification techniques"?

"—Hmm??" The voice of the world's will was once again confused by doubt. The world had been changed.

She was completely changed after a few words from a man.

But no one noticed this.

Even if they noticed, they wouldn't know why the world was changed.

The lower species did not become stronger, while the higher species remained just as terrifying.

So, what exactly has changed in the world?

"I've completed the replacement; it's a very interesting system."

In the pure white space, the will of the world spoke to Bray.

In a very short period of time, the entire world system was replaced.

Although it sounds incredible, it's a piece of cake for the world's will.

It's just that the "concept" has been changed a little.

"Your suggestion is excellent. With the root cause of the world's annihilation gone, the world has begun to recover," said the World Will.

After the concept was changed to another system, the abilities of the Golden Seeds were finally no longer linked to the laws of the world.

Therefore, the world will no longer collapse into nothingness.

All things swallowed by nothingness will return, and that is good.

Everything will return to what it was before nothingness.

From the perspective of the world's will, her problem has been perfectly solved.

However... it seems that Bray only solved the problem of Kapras himself.

"Is this really okay? Your predicament remains unchanged."

Since Bray's suggestion was effective, the World Will casually asked Bray a question.

Instead of answering immediately, Bray snapped his fingers and said, "Appraisal."

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Bray (Brakeras)

Race: Human (Imperial)

System: Magic Power, Internal Energy

Attributes:

Speed ​​13, Strength 14, Technique 1, Mind 1, Body 18, Skill 1

ability:

"Blakelas"

---

After the information directly conveyed by the world's will flashed through his mind, Bray clenched his fist.

“That’s fine, that’s all,” Bray said softly.

—"As beings who are inherently strong, they will gain powerful abilities."

"And ordinary people, who are weak, have no ability at all."

"Then what about my ability?"

"It's a gift. I think this ability best explains your existence," the World Will replied.

"But all the rest of the mortals are powerless."

None of the bronze or iron species possessed any power.

The gods, on the other hand, possess all sorts of exaggerated abilities.

Even if mortals have the opportunity to gain abilities, those abilities are still like trash compared to those of the gods.

The chasm remains. Although the world's system has changed, it seems that nothing has changed at all. The world is as despairing as ever.

"Are you sure there's no problem?" the World Will asked again.

“No problem, we just need a possibility.” Bray closed his right eye and said calmly.

That's right, mortals don't have abilities, but they are given the opportunity to "gain abilities".

Bray never believed that one person could defy those gods.

However, there are always more talented people born into this world who are more capable than ourselves.

These children will surely reach even greater heights in the future and become individuals who surpass themselves.

Unfortunately, the cruel times did not offer any ordinary person the possibility of growth.

Humanity's future is being suffocated by so-called "concepts".

So Bray gave everyone a chance.

Just as Whiteface believed in Bray's potential, Bray also believed in the potential of others.

“What we lack is simply possibility,” Bray said, turning around and speaking almost to himself.

Bray couldn't think of any way to save the lower species; he could only let people save themselves.

After the system was changed, Bray himself was unsure how effective it would be until he saw the results.

Even if they knew the day the lower species were wiped out, no one would have gained any ability to "turn the tide".

“You’re still alive.” He glanced instinctively at Jonathan on the ground.

Jonathan has always been there.

He was probably the only one who witnessed this scene.

Jonathan didn't burst into laughter; he simply stared at Bray.

The clown's body was just one step away from disappearing completely.

Jonathan was thankful that he didn't disappear so quickly.

Death is terrifying, but not seeing anything interesting is even more terrifying.

Fortunately, he witnessed everything that just happened.

“Mr. Bray—” Jonathan called out to Bray.

Bray also stopped in his tracks, preparing to leave the area.

"Do you really believe in the possibilities of other people?" Jonathan asked.

"Everyone might be dead in two days, and all your efforts will have been in vain."

Even if mortals are given the opportunity to grow, the golden seed will not give them time to grow.

“What other choice do we have but to believe?” Bray asked rhetorically.

“Ah, that seems to make sense.” Jonathan chuckled dryly.

What can you do if you don't believe it? Did Bray wish to become powerful and then save the world?

If that were the case, Jonathan would die laughing beforehand.

"Mr. Bray, even if the world doesn't thank you, even if no one knows what you've done—"

Jonathan's tone began to lighten.

"You're still walking alone at the very beginning of the road."

"You truly deserve to be called a pioneer. I think no one is more suitable for this ring than you."

"You will not be the savior, you can never be the savior!"

"But without you, nothing could have started; without you, the future of mortals would have ended long ago!"

"Ahhh! As expected of you! I'll always be your fan!!!"

If Jonathan could get up, he would definitely dance wildly.

Unfortunately, he couldn't.

"You are noisy."