A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“By the way, Mr. Bray, do you know where your ring is?” Jonathan changed the subject and asked.

"do not know."

"Haha, Mr. Bray is always so funny." Jonathan wanted to clap his hands, but he couldn't.

“Mr. Bray, your ring has always been with you.”

"Your dulled sword is your ring." The Joker revealed the truth that Bray had never known.

Bray was taken aback at first, then nodded.

"I see... Thank you." I was a little surprised, but not so astonished.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

"Oh, you're welcome, you're welcome," the clown quickly replied.

"Mr. Bray, you can just give me a quick death before you leave, that will be enough."

"This feeling of waiting to die in fear is really unpleasant."

Bray simply drew his sword from its sheath and walked toward Jonathan.

The cold blade was pressed against Jonathan's neck.

"Before I die, may I ask you, what are your plans after this?"

"After all, the little people won't be able to see any interesting things about you anymore, so at least give me a preview."

“Go back to Nia and Levy, and bury Naruko once everything is truly over,” Bray said.

"Anything else? Anything else?" the clown asked impatiently.

“Live in the countryside, run a restaurant, and wait to die of old age,” Bray said expressionlessly.

"Hmm...that sounds pretty boring."

“It’s boring to begin with,” Bray said calmly, explaining that the life he envisioned was inherently boring.

“Then let’s get started,” Jonathan said.

"Goodbye."

The words had barely left his mouth when Bray's sword fell—

It seems that an era is about to end, and it seems that a new era is about to begin.

After Bray left the place where the World Will resided, he had no idea where he ended up.

He has long since woken up from his dream.

He was in the real world, in his actual physical body.

It is a body that gets hungry and tired.

He dragged his battered body, scarred from his fight with Jonathan, through the primitive world.

They did not encounter any golden species, nor any wild beasts.

But every step he took was difficult, and behind him lay the path drawn with his own blood.

Under normal circumstances, the person should have died long ago.

But Bray didn't know why he was still alive.

Although he didn't know, Bray had long since given up on the idea of ​​investigating further.

There are so many mysterious things in this world that even a lifetime wouldn't be enough to explore them all.

He could never understand the will of the world.

The wind whistled past Bray's ears.

Gradually, he encountered not just intangible creatures, but monsters and beasts from the pseudo-world.

Bray saw the surrounding scenery, the familiar wasteland landscape he used to see.

At this moment, this wasteland world felt surprisingly welcoming.

No matter how desolate it is, it's still much better than Kapras, which was swallowed up by the Void.

Just as the World Will said, when there are no concepts, the world is no longer threatened with turning into nothingness.

Everything that had been swallowed by nothingness was "returned" as if nothing had ever happened.

The people and things that had been completely swallowed up have returned.

The people and things that had been partially swallowed up have recovered.

It really feels like a dream, so very real.

However, how can we pretend nothing happened?

The gods of the world still exist, and they wreak havoc in the sky, on the earth, and in the sea.

The lower species were also heavily weighed down by something called "despair".

Those who are truly killed, rather than being swallowed by nothingness, will never have the chance to be resurrected.

Slowly, Bray's vision began to blur.

"Thump—" Bray fell heavily to the ground.

The surrounding sounds are fading away; this is a feeling one experiences when near death.

Not everyone will have this feeling, but Bray has had it several times when he was near death.

He knows a lot.

If things continue like this, I will die on this land.

He died not from fighting, but from exhaustion.

This was really wrong of him, so Bray forced himself to get up again.

He took some food out of his fanny pack and stuffed it haphazardly into his mouth.

Then, in a very improper manner, he swallowed the medicine.

Having done all this, Bray continued his journey.

His mind was empty; he acted solely on a single thought—

Go back to the Eastern Continent to find Nia and Levy.

Relying on some unknown force, he crossed the snow and moved his exhausted body little by little.

Bray had long forgotten the passage of time; he now only wanted to accomplish one thing.

At this moment, the stone bridge is even more important than the "world" itself.

He didn't even notice that, all along, no gold or silver varieties had appeared.

How much further...?

Is it far...?

"—Idiot Master, don't fall asleep!"

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet."

"I just want to know how much further..."

"I...I don't know."

"Really? It's alright, you should get some rest."

"You're the one who needs a break."

"It's alright, it shouldn't be long..."

Bray muttered to himself alone on the desolate land.

The two swords that used to bring him no burden were now crushing him with their weight.

Despite this, Bray still did not put down his two swords.

“Breclas, my ally.” A voice that Bray hadn’t heard in a long time rang out beside him.

It's been so long since I've heard that sound, a full "decades".

What allowed Bray to recognize the speaker was the word "ally".

“I heard you’ve been too scared to show yourself, but you’ve finally shown up now.” Bray raised his tired right eye and said to Nicol Bolas.

Nicolaes, standing before Bray in the guise of a young girl, helplessly shrugged.

“I also fear death.” Nicolaes acknowledged his fear of death.

"But what exactly have you done, ally?"

"It's nothing, just a change in the world's system," Bray said casually.

“What do you mean by ‘just’? This one action has made a lot of guys uneasy,” Nicol Bolas said irritably.

“Those guys don’t include any lower species, right?” Bray said.

“You’re right.” Nicol Bolas narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that my prediction was correct."

Bray thought that his highest IQ was probably when he was talking to the will of the world.

Originally, even if the concept of gold is lost, it still has the "ability" to serve as a substitute.

That's an exceptionally high level of capability, as always, and it will fit the original concept very well.

If nothing unexpected happens, the lower species will be wiped out within a few days.

However, the lower species are still alive.

Both silver and gold stocks experienced a brief period of "unease".

Ultimately, the Golden Race are simply powerful beings, and powerful beings with intelligence at that.

Their nature is not much different from that of humans; they too experience unease.

When the concepts they had relied on for several eras and used for countless years suddenly disappeared, they inevitably panicked.

Only the World Will could accomplish such a thing; they once thought they were about to be banished again.

Perhaps the disappearance of concepts is a sign of one's own expulsion.

So for a moment they didn't care about the lower races anymore.

People survived by sheer luck.

This was a coincidence.

However, if all the previous coincidences are taken into account, this has become an inevitability.

Because of what Bray did, the lower species will surely survive.

“By the way, Nicol Bolas, Nia and Levy…” Bray stopped halfway through his sentence.

"Still alive. Although it was swallowed by nothingness before, it's as if nothing happened after the nothingness disappeared."

"Is that so..." Bray breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and looked up at the sky.

The sky is no longer polluted, just like before the apocalypse.

"This shouldn't be bad for neutral guys like you."

"It's not bad at all."

Nicola Pola was originally a proponent of "maintaining balance," and Bray's approach undoubtedly preserved the nearly collapsed balance.

Moreover, the surrounding higher species were all suspicious, so Nicol Bolas suddenly felt much freer and no longer had to sneak out.

“Nicholas, take me back. I’m tired and can’t walk anymore,” Bray said to Nicholas.

“I suddenly can’t find a reason to refuse you.” Nicolas looked at Bray meaningfully.

"Roar!!!!" On the empty land, the girl transformed into a giant dragon, picked up the weary traveler, and threw him behind her.

Then it took off, revealing the azure sky to the viewer.

“Take a good look—at the sky you fought for yourself,” said Nicholas. On the snow-covered northern continent.