A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But His action sent a signal to all the golden beings who were eyeing Him—the World Wall had become fragile.

If the Silver race cannot secure the world for themselves, then the Gold race will intervene in Kapras on their own.

Admittedly, the price to pay for the Golden Seeds' attempt to interfere with Kapras would be very heavy.

Even the avatar that Bray faced before made the source of the plague pay a heavy price.

As for what the price is, only the gods can answer that; whether they will answer is another matter entirely.

The existence of a cost does not mean that they will not stand by and watch indefinitely without taking action.

In the current environment, many gold-divided individuals are eager to make their move and are extending their hands to Kapras.

This time, the source of the plague awakens its divinity within the giant tree, after which other golden beings will descend upon its incarnation.

This single manifestation of the source of the plague has caused enough damage to the World Wall.

If the World Wall could be destroyed, then the cost of intervention would be utterly insignificant.

You should know that returning to Kapras is the ultimate dream of all the Golden Seeds.

No golden race is willing to remain trapped in their own small world forever; their true realm is still the world of Kapras.

"Has this never happened before?" Bray took a sip of his drink, felt nothing, and then switched to a bottle with alcohol.

Perhaps due to the influence of the Heavenly Fox Tears, Bray's sensitivity to alcohol decreased dramatically. Drinking alcohol was like drinking a regular beverage, while regular beverages tasted like rotten drinks.

“I mean, your past.” He paused, then rephrased.

“No need to emphasize, I know what you mean,” Bai Mian said.

He naturally knew that the past Bray was referring to was his own past.

"I've been there and nothing like that has ever happened."

In the past, Ummkandar first occupied Kapras, and then killed Kapras himself. After that, the gods descended and destroyed the entire world.

This time, he killed Umkandal ahead of time, and even the Reincarnator was killed ahead of time.

I thought that since the World Wall wasn't damaged, there wouldn't be so many more twists and turns.

But Bai Mian underestimated the persistence of the Golden Seeds.

The gods are proud, but they are equally persistent.

"No? So you don't know what will happen next?" Bray asked.

"I don't know." Bai Mian shook his head regretfully.

“In that case, you haven’t done anything wrong,” Bray said, something that didn’t surprise Whiteface.

Whiteface and Bray are the same person, so it's not surprising that they could guess what the other would say.

However, after hearing Bray's statement, Whiteface was still stunned for a few seconds.

"Don't you also not know what will happen next?"

"Speaking of which, when was the world of the past destroyed?" Bray asked curiously.

As the railcar passed through the tunnel, the two figures in the glass suddenly became blurry.

Just like the future, it was blurry and unclear, and we couldn't see through it.

"When was it..." Bai Mian paused, as if reminiscing about the distant past.

He was gradually forgetting how distant his past was.

"When I was in my thirties, I watched everything being destroyed."

"I'm almost thirty too," Bray added unconsciously, thinking about his age.

"Looking at it now, isn't the situation pretty good?"

“Indeed, the wall of the world is still very strong,” Whiteface said.

The World Wall is indeed much stronger than it was at this time in his past.

When Bai Mian was in his early twenties, the World Wall had already been torn to shreds by the reincarnators.

Umm Kandar was merely the last straw that broke the camel's back.

If it weren't for Umkandar, the Reincarnators would have had other ways to break down the World Wall.

The timeline in which Hakumian lives is so despairing.

“If we keep nipping these reincarnators in the bud, wouldn’t the World Wall stop deteriorating further?” Bray suggested.

“That was my original plan,” Whiteface said, adding that Bray’s idea was also his.

In Bai Mian's mind, the Reincarnators are the most important reason for the destruction of the world.

"Will there be many more incarnations of the Golden Seed?" Bray asked.

“There will be many more, many more,” the pale-faced man said quietly.

The incarnation of the Golden Seed will not be limited to just one; countless incarnations will descend in different ways over time.

Sometimes it's because of people's foolish desires, sometimes because of people's absurd beliefs, and sometimes because of simple coincidences.

In short, the gods that ordinary people only know from books will constantly appear before people in their own form.

Unlike the Silver race, the mere descent of the Golden race's incarnation is a catastrophe for lower races; even Bray cannot suppress their concept.

"That means there'll be a lot to do in the future," Bray sighed deeply.

"But at least your time was better, wasn't it?"

“Yes.” The pale-faced man placed his hand on the glass and said softly.

Trying to change the course of a story is inherently a difficult thing.

Because once you change a certain point, everything else becomes uncontrollable.

You lit the fire, but you didn't have the ability to control the flames.

However, this time he saw a glimmer of hope, a hope that was faint but undeniably real.

Countless golden species are eyeing the world covetously, while the weakest and most inferior species will face utter destruction with the slightest mistake.

From the very beginning, lower and higher species have not been equal.

"Bray, Bray, we're done eating, but Levy wants more!" Levy jumped off her seat as the two were talking.

She finished the large steak that Bray had given her, but she was still a little hungry.

Levy walked over to Bray and looked at him expectantly.

"I'll order you another one," Bray said affectionately.

Although the food on the train wasn't actually that good, Leigh didn't seem to care about the taste; she only cared about the quantity.

As long as it's not something that tastes bad, she figured she could chop it up as much as she wanted.

"Okay~" Levy said in a soft, sweet voice, and then sat down next to Bray without saying another word.

Although Bray wanted to talk to Whiteface, she had been sitting alone for too long and felt a little lonely, so she couldn't help but come over.

"It seems you're a lolicon this time," White Face said abruptly.

"What are you talking about?" Bray gave Whiteface a disdainful look.

As expected, Bai Mian is different from me. Look at what this guy is thinking.

He must be older than me, yet he says such things; it's disrespectful to his elders.

"It's just stating a fact," Bai Mian said meaningfully.

"Bray, Bray, what is a lolicon?" Levy asked curiously.

“Never mind it, it’s not a good thing,” Bray replied casually. If you possessed endless vitality and a near-infinite lifespan, would you think it was a good thing?

Some people might think that this is the best thing ever.

However, Bray did not think so; he never thought that having immortality was such a wonderful thing.

This wasn't a conclusion he reached after many years; rather, it was an idea he had from the moment he obtained the Heavenly Fox Tear.

Honestly, Bray has tried countless times to pry out the Heavenly Fox Tears.

Unfortunately, this simple method couldn't separate him from the Heavenly Fox Tears.

On another note, since the master of the Heavenly Fox Tears, being a Golden Seed, was very unhappy about him using His power in this way, why didn't that guy take it back?

In this way, Bray wouldn't have to worry about his red eyes every morning when he woke up, and he wouldn't feel like he had conjunctivitis every time he looked in the mirror.

The weather was nice today, so he unusually didn't do any commissions and instead went for a stroll in the streets of the capital.

The surrounding buildings have been renovated again and again, and the capital city is quite resilient, managing to recover its vitality even after being ravaged so many times.

He had originally planned to take Levy for a walk on the street, but it seemed that Levy had gone to buy food in the morning.

Bray, a lone man, idly looked around, trying to find something interesting.

Soon, he saw a group of ruthless people gathered together in a certain place.

"This kind of projection equipment will be widely available in all households in the future!" a young man loudly advertised in front of his store.

Behind him stood a large screen.

These screen-based mines were previously mostly seen in Nicholas's lair, and were rarely seen in ordinary cities.

"Popularization?" Bray found this quite interesting and squeezed into the crowd.

"This is much more reliable than any magic!"

"As we all know, for many people, magic is not even as useful as a light bulb that turns on with a single touch at home!"

"What we need is essentially magical technology, the energy of magic crystals. Spells and such are just those manly tricks."

"Those tricks contribute nothing to people's livelihood."

The young man said some very extreme things, but undeniably, some of what he said was true.

Most of the time, magic has no effect on people's livelihood.

"You're exaggerating so much, how much does this thing cost?" a bystander shouted.

As soon as someone speaks, the people around start fanning the flames.

One question after another came to the young people.

"With just 100GB, you can bring this big screen home!"

"The effect is exactly the same as the projection screen you usually see in large venues!"

“We’ve partnered with some people so that you can watch performances from thousands of miles away from the comfort of your home, and all you need is a little more energy than turning on the lights!”

The young man kept gesturing, trying to make those around him understand what he was saying.

The onlookers did not respond to him immediately, but began to whisper among themselves.

Instead of discussing it with the people around him, Bray picked up some snacks he had bought from the store and ate his fill in the crowd.

“He must use a lot of exclamation marks when he talks,” Bray muttered to himself, blinking.

If I were to speak, it would probably consist entirely of periods.

He had only been there to kill time, and he stood in the crowd for a long time.

Even after the crowd had completely dispersed, he had finished all the food in his hand.

He looked around and found that all the onlookers had left, so he casually threw the packaging bag into a trash can some distance away.

As members of the Claes family, we should have the most basic manners.

Yes, that's right, it's a must.

"Sir, are you looking to buy a projection screen?" the young man asked excitedly, noticing Bray's presence.

It's hard for him not to notice, since you're the only one left.

"You mean me?" Bray pointed to himself, looking a little confused.

"Of course, who else could it be but you?"

That's true, but why does it sound so heartbreaking?

"With just 100GB, you and your family can watch the show at home!" the young man exclaimed again, his voice filled with exclamation marks.