A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Cherish her,” Bai Mian said.

"Isn't this just common sense?"

“Yes…of course.” The white-clad swordsman hesitated, then finally took out a pendant and gave it to Bray.

Bray couldn't see that Whiteface was carrying anything like a package, so he couldn't tell where Whiteface had taken the pendant from.

"Don't be envious, you can't learn that way of taking things." After saying this, Whiteface shut down everything that Bray was about to say.

“I’m not envious either,” Bray said expressionlessly.

That's all there is to it, so who would envy it?

"Take it." Whiteface stuffed the pendant into Bray's hand.

"What is this?" Bray wondered if Whiteface had slipped him a bomb.

"Something that can help you when you can't distinguish between illusion and reality," Bai Mian said.

“Something that can help me?” Bray frowned.

"Correct."

"Alright, I should go now," Whiteface said after giving the pendant to Bray.

"I have things to do." The helmet he was wearing was completely sealed, with no way to see anything.

But when the white face is facing him, Bray always has the illusion that the other person is looking directly at him.

"Goodbye." Bray nodded and put the pendant away.

Although he didn't know what the pendant was for, or what Bai Mian's intention was in giving it to him.

But he still thanked Bai Mian for the time being.

"No need to thank me. If even I don't help you, who will?" Bai Mian said something quite cryptic.

Bray may never know who he really is.

But Whiteface knew Bray and knew that he might have encountered all sorts of things.

This world is far too unfriendly to Bray now.

So Bai Mian decided to help him out a little.

Just as Whiteface said, if even he, the guy who knows Bray best, doesn't lend a helping hand, who in the world would truly help Bray—just an ordinary person?

Brezhne may become extraordinary in the future, but right now he has no shining points and is ridiculously weak.

"Achoo!" Bray suddenly sneezed.

He touched his nose, and when he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the white face that had been chatting with him just a second ago had disappeared.

"Did they jump ship?" Bray peered out onto the sea, but still couldn't find Whiteface.

"Bray, Bray, what are you doing?" After Levy caught a seabird, she saw Bray doing something strange.

"Please don't jump!" Levy gently reminded Bray.

Even though Levy would catch him mid-air if Bray jumped down, it's still better not to jump.

“I have no intention of jumping into the sea,” Bray said irritably, patting Levy’s head.

“Didn’t Levy see that there was someone next to me?” he asked.

Although Levy had been obsessed with catching seabirds, she still had one curled up in her tail.

But her senses were stronger than Bray's, so she shouldn't have been unaware that someone had just spoken to her.

However, Levy's answer was unexpected.

“No,” Levy tilted her head and said.

Levy couldn't hear anyone talking to Bray, nor could she smell anything around her.

Previously, no one could be seen standing next to Bray.

"..." Bray paused for a few seconds before examining the pendant in his hand.

Who exactly is that guy? He's way too mysterious.

"BOOM!!!!" Just as Bray was guessing the identity of the white-faced man, the ship suddenly crashed into the reef.

"Ah!"

"What happened?! What did the boat hit?"

This collision was terrifying.

The people on deck frantically grabbed whatever they could find around them.

Seawater surged up from the side, knocking many people down.

Bray instinctively grabbed the railing beside him.

"The food got washed away QAQ!" Levy hugged Bray, but the seabird with its tail curled up was swept away in a flash.

She had originally planned to have Bray roast the bird for her, but that plan was completely ruined.

"Levy, hold me tighter!" Bray said in a deep voice, hugging Levy tightly.

Because he saw another wave surging in, a wave more ferocious than any before.

Why didn't anyone tell me that it's not advisable to travel during this period?

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sunny.

It's almost unbelievably good.

"Cough cough cough..." Bray coughed up the seawater in his throat and struggled to get up from the sand.

He struggled to keep himself from falling using his sword.

Wait a minute? A sword?

After standing up, Bray looked at the longsword in his hand with a somewhat confused expression.

He swayed slightly and discovered there was another sword behind him, and it was an excessively large one.

He felt as if he had forgotten something very important, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Wake up, Master."

A clear and melodious girl's voice rang in Bray's mind.

Bray looked around almost instinctively, trying to find the girl who had spoken.

But after looking around, he couldn't see anyone at all.

He touched his hair helplessly, unsure of what to do next.

Just when he was feeling very troubled, he suddenly discovered a pendant in his pocket.

Bray examined the pendant carefully.

The pendant is carved from solid wood without any other superfluous decorations.

There was no gold, silver, or jade; it was just pure wood.

For some reason, Bray felt a sense of peace when he looked at the unfamiliar pendant.

The pendant was even more unfamiliar than the two swords he carried, yet it seemed to be trying to tell Bray something.

Fragments of memories flooded my mind.

He is Bray, and his name is Brayclas.

Everything that belonged to him was regained.

If Bray was transformed into some kind of NPC in this strange place, he is now truly free.

The pendant seemed to have fulfilled its purpose, and then shattered with a crash.

"That's hilarious, I almost forgot everything," Bray sighed.

He finally understood his situation.

He wasn't someone who hadn't used the mental imagery world before, so he knew exactly where he was.

At this moment, Bray is trapped in a vast mental world.

If it weren't for that strange pendant, Bray would have been assimilated by it long ago.

Although Bray didn't know what would happen after being assimilated, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

He saw the outline of a village in the distance, so he walked towards it.

First, he needs to know "what kind of place this is".

He soon encountered a barbarian.

And naturally, Bray needed to ask him something.

"Hello," Bray said.

"Hello... um, what happened to you..." the barbarian man replied naturally, but he was a little shocked when he saw that Brey was covered in sand.

"It just rolled around in the sand a few times, don't worry about it," Bray said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"..."

"I'd like to ask, what is this place?"

"Here? Mengjiama."

Mengama is the name of the country where Bray lives.

A name belonging to a fictional city in the world of imagination. Bray finally realized where he was; he was in a country called Menggama.

Of course, not in the capital, but in a small town.

Although the town is not too far from the capital, it is not the capital.

As Bray came to know "that he is himself," more and more of himself came into being.

Later on, they even got their money back.

Even though his money was completely useless in this Menggama Empire, it was less valuable than seashells.

It might even be suspected of being counterfeit money.

Bray's immediate priority is to escape this mental world, because he is unaware of its current flow.

Levy is still waiting for her outside. What should she do if she doesn't get out soon?

When discussing the mental world, we must inevitably mention the will of the self.

To leave, you must find your own will...

"Asking me to find my own will? That's ridiculous." Bray looked at the bustling market, touched his hungry stomach, and felt troubled.

His dead fish eyes were filled with hunger; he hadn't eaten anything all day since he arrived.

Bray naively thought he wouldn't get hungry in the mental world; he was clearly too young.

At this rate, I might not only go hungry, but I could also get injured or die.

This is the first time I've encountered such a mental world... no, it sounds like I've encountered countless mental worlds before.

"Hmph! You clumsy fellow, hurry up and catch up with me!" A girl dressed entirely in crimson ran across the rooftops and then let out a haughty snort.

The blonde girl burned like fire.

Every movement is full of energy and passion, yet it is not without innocence.

Bray looked at the girl on the roof with surprise with his right eye.

He wasn't admiring the girl's beauty, but rather marveling at how openly someone could run on the rooftop.

Won't the homeowner come forward and file a complaint?

Bray looked around for a long time but didn't see anyone complaining. Instead, he saw the clumsy guy the girl had mentioned.

A thin, frail boy walked shakily on the rooftop, making one worry that he might fall at any moment.

The handsome young man with brown curly hair exudes the air of a poet, clearly not suited to running wild on the rooftop.