A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He didn't even begin the battle! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! He was defeated already!?

"..." Bray looked at Migorawain expressionlessly, took the greatsword back from the god, and then raised it.

All nightmares can be ended with a single sword strike. The town was not completely destroyed.

The mutated people did not die, nor did the people who were devoured.

The only one who died was perhaps Logan, who was chasing after the "eye" and the "brain".

Mad people will only end up perishing.

Although the town was largely destroyed, as long as people survived, everything could be rebuilt.

Everything felt like a nightmare, leaving no sense of reality.

The only one who might have a sense of reality was Bray, who participated in the battle.

The streets were deserted, and the sky was crystal clear.

People are freed from nightmares—but only Bray knows the truth.

But overall, the townspeople didn't hear any more strange noises for several days, and everyone was able to sleep well.

This naturally includes mines.

Having completed the task, Bray had a good night's sleep.

Honestly, he never thought going to bed on time was such a wonderful thing before, but now he feels so happy to be able to get enough sleep.

Bray, having completed the commission, received his payment from the mayor and was quite pleased with himself.

He walked out onto the street and surveyed the chaotic town.

The enormous body of the god collapsed many buildings.

Some of the building ruins are less than half their original height.

Rabies was unusually not following Bray around today; instead, she was fast asleep inside the house.

I wonder if she was affected by that nightmare, which is why she was so tired.

Bray, like an old man, found a long bench, sat down, and stared blankly at the sky.

Actually, looking at the sky like this and not thinking about anything is quite comfortable, at least that's what Bray thinks.

“This town is actually quite beautiful.” A deep voice rang out as Bray was thinking about whether he could get a drink.

It was the kind of voice that came out through a helmet, very deep.

Bray turned his head and was shocked to find that there was someone else next to him.

This person was dressed entirely in white, so tightly sealed that it was as if he were a metal can.

Even more iconic are the strange birds that fly around his head.

The bird's feathers were so vibrant, it seemed as if it wanted everyone to know it.

It's a pity that most people can't see this bird; all those feathers were grown for nothing.

"It looks good."

“But could you please stop showing up in my life all the time?” Bray sighed and said to Whiteface beside him.

This white-clad swordsman was none other than the pale-faced man whom Bray had seen several times before.

And just like any other time, the white face appeared out of nowhere, without any warning whatsoever.

Just like his departure, it was very sudden.

Could it be that Bai Mian thinks this makes him look particularly sophisticated?

"Your 'swish' appearance and 'swish' disappearance doesn't make you seem particularly sophisticated," Bray said irritably.

"It would be more impressive to just walk over here honestly," he kindly suggested to Bai Mian.

"That's a good suggestion," Bai Mian replied calmly, his tone sounding quite serious.

“You seem to have improved a lot while I was away,” he said.

"Stronger? Maybe." Bray shook his head. Although he felt stronger, after fighting with Gureed, he realized that he wasn't actually that strong.

Even though he had just recently killed a monster with evolution potential and a silver-level creature.

He felt that there was an element of luck in that battle; if the walnut monster had been hiding, he wouldn't have had it so easy.

“It’s stronger,” Bai Mian said with absolute certainty.

In fact, he was watching the battle from the sidelines that night, and no one noticed his presence.

Even with his keen intellect, Bray couldn't find it.

This is quite intriguing, since one's mind should be able to see through illusions and shouldn't have any way to hide them.

But this is not important.

Whiteface had originally planned to make a move that night, but after seeing Bray's fighting prowess, he gave up the idea.

Bray has grown, and grown beyond White's expectations.

“At your age, I probably wouldn’t be as strong as you,” White Face said.

"You make it sound like you're very old."

"At least it's better than you, that's for sure," Bai Mian said confidently.

"Maybe I'm an old monster who's hundreds of years old."

“Even so, I will still be older than you,” Bai Mian said, seemingly unsurprised by his confidence.

"Alright, enough with the small talk, what do you want from me?" Bray shrugged and got straight to the point.

"Nothing special, just wanted to chat a bit." Whiteface said this with such self-righteousness that Bray was speechless.

"That's it?" Bray was shocked. He realized that the world could really be this boring.

They inexplicably appear next to you, just to chat.

Shocking dead fish eyes for ten thousand years.

“Many people want to chat with me, but they don’t have the chance,” Bai Mian said quietly.

"A big star?" Bray asked curiously.

"No," Bai Mian denied without hesitation.

But Bray would rather Whiteface deceive himself, so that he would feel that wasting time chatting with Whiteface was worthwhile.

You're saying chatting with big stars has value? Yes, it does; prestige is value.

"I know a lot of things." The white-faced man listlessly took out his sword, which was even more worn than "The Last Echo," and began to tidy it up.

Then he placed a bag he had brought with him to the side.

“Are you a prophet?” Bray tried to ask.

This question made Bai Mian pause for a moment.

“In a sense, I’m not wrong to say that.” After a few seconds of pause, he nodded and replied.

"Do you know what will happen to me next?" Bray asked, intrigued.

“I don’t know anymore. You’ve already come a long way on your own,” Bai Mian said.

"..." Bray thought that Whiteface was trying to fool him.

"By the way, you should take care of yourself," Bai Mian said casually.

"I've always been health-conscious."

"I'm referring to the Heavenly Fox Tears within you."

A casual remark from Bai Mian left Bray speechless.

"Although the Heavenly Fox Tears are different from the Divine Source, they still retain some concept."

"That's not something a mortal body can withstand," Bai Mian reminded him of the dangers of the Breeze Sky Fox Tears.

Admittedly, the Heavenly Fox Tears cannot help people grasp concepts, nor will they directly cause people to become Ara-gods.

However, this does not mean that the power of the Heavenly Fox Tears is something that ordinary people can withstand.

When it flows along with the blood, it is inherently harmful to the host.

That's correct, it should be "host".

The Heavenly Fox Tears are not normal things in essence; they belong to the Golden Species and are considered alien objects.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a parasite to the person who devours it.

Only those with very special constitutions can utilize the Heavenly Fox Tears without damage, but unfortunately, Bray is not one of those special individuals.

“…” Bray remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't that he thought Bai Mian was talking nonsense; quite the opposite, Bai Mian was right.

Actually, Bray had wanted to pry out the Heavenly Fox Tear for a long time, but he failed.

He could feel the damage that the Heavenly Fox Tears were causing to his body.

Bray had no idea what would happen on any given day.

"Don't worry, you won't die because of this." Whiteface glanced at Bray.

His helmet blocked all vision, but that's the feeling he gave off.

Even during a single conversation with him, you might have the illusion that he's watching you.

“Why are you so sure?” Bray asked.

"Because you are a person who observes the precepts, this is your fate."

Indeed, such is the fate and curse of those who uphold the precepts.

"..." Bray fell silent again. It turned out that everyone here was an intelligence master and knew that he was a monastic or something.

But Bray wanted to emphasize that he didn't have a ring at all.

"Hmph, believe me, you'll be tough." White Face snorted coldly, for reasons unknown.

"By the way, you should practice your swordsmanship."

Although Bray's current combat power is already off the charts, his swordsmanship is still a bit weak in Hakumen's opinion.

Of course, Bray's swordsmanship still surpasses that of the Sword Saint; no one can say anything against him when it comes to swordsmanship.

Hey, the people here don't include white flour.

If Bray dares to spar with him, Whiteface will show him what a real sword is.

"I'll try," Bray replied absentmindedly.

"Chirp!!!" At this moment, the lark chirped, causing Bray to look over instinctively.

The lark ignored Bree and landed directly on Whiteface's head.

He was pecking at the white helmet with his beak, doing something unknown.

"Are you tired of playing?" Shirai asked Hibari.

"Chirp chirp chirp!!" The lark chirped and started flapping its wings.

"Alright then." After hearing Hibari's call, Shiro stood up from the bench with a sigh.

Lark is always so mischievous and playful, but no matter what, Shiro will always go along with Lark's wishes.

As for why he was so kind to a strange bird, only he himself knows the reason.

"Here, this is for you." Whiteface seemed to remember something, took a drink from the bag on the stool, and tossed it to Bray.

Bray took the still-warm drink, looking bewildered.

“I think you probably enjoy drinking something and not thinking about anything, just looking at the sky,” White Face said.

“You really know me,” Bray said to Whiteface, taking a sip of his drink.

"By the way, there probably aren't any places to buy drinks in town right now, are there?"

The town was only half destroyed, so there shouldn't be any businesses left.