A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After glancing at Bray's appearance, he felt a little scared, but he still braced himself and promoted his product.

Bray's right pupil was blood red, unlike normal red pupils, making it exceptionally brutal.

With the deep red lines on his left cheek resembling parched ground, it was hard for the young man to believe he was a kind soul.

Of course, Bray doesn't only have these lines on the left side of his face; they're basically all over the left side of his body.

Having been affected by that blood fox for so long, it was impossible for Bray to be unharmed.

“100g, right?” Bray thought for a moment and decided that this wasn’t too bad; if Levy stayed at home, she would be more obedient.

Perhaps soon, the phenomenon of "otaku men and women" will emerge.

"That's right, only 100G is needed!"

“Okay, no more exclamation marks,” Bray sighed.

"An exclamation mark?" His words left the young people bewildered.

However, he didn't hesitate for long when it came to business.

"Please leave your address and name here, and then pay a deposit."

"You still need a deposit?" Bray clicked his tongue.

"There's nothing we can do about it," the young man said, scratching the back of his head with a helpless expression.

Whether he truly had no other choice or not, only he himself knows.

"Sir, you look so young. Is this for your parents to use together?"

"Young?" Bray was taken aback when he heard the young man describe himself as "young."

Of course, he didn't stay stunned for long. He quickly came to his senses and prepared to leave his contact address.

As he began to write, a figure suddenly approached from behind at supersonic speed and pounced on his back.

"Brave~" The person who pounced was a girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

This is a young girl in the prime of her life, and the girl's name is Levy.

"What is this?" Levy rested her head on Bray's shoulder, curiously examining the projection screen in front of the store.

“It’s a projection screen, like the big glass one in Nicol Bolas’s house,” Bray explained to Levy.

“Oh~” Bray’s explanations were always easy to understand, and Levy understood them almost without thinking.

The girl's tail swayed gently, and she subconsciously rubbed against Bray's neck.

"When can it be delivered?" Bray asked the young man.

"It will be ready tomorrow. Please wait at home at noon."

"Okay." He nodded, since he didn't have anything particularly important to do anyway.

Noon? Then let's treat tomorrow's noon break. It's nice to lie around in the sun like a salted fish once in a while.

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Having left his address, Bray had no reason to linger in that place any longer, so he went somewhere else with Levy.

"Did you buy any food?" Bray asked casually.

"I bought them, and Levy ate them all, but didn't give any to Breu." Levy said with a smile.

"They didn't leave any for me..."

It's horrible that he could say those words so adorably even though he wasn't given anything to eat.

Where did the little angel from back then go?

However, after so many years, it's normal for people to change to some extent.

Levy looks about eighteen or nineteen years old now, so some people might calculate that more than thirty years have passed.

Unfortunately, much more than thirty years have passed.

It's just that Levy's appearance has been frozen at this age.

Envious? To be honest, I also had a freeze-frame, but unfortunately, I didn't look like a teenager, but rather like someone in their twenties.

Bray had forgotten exactly how much time had passed if he hadn't checked the calendar.

In short, it's been a very long time, a really long time, so long that all his relatives and earliest friends have passed away, while he is still alive.

Levy was the only one left by his side.

Fortunately, I have Levy, otherwise I will feel "lonely" in the long years.

Sometimes, people can be killed by loneliness, and he was glad that he hadn't died at the hands of loneliness.

Over the years, the thing he and Bai Mian did most was fight.

Fight, fight, fight, fight... Eventually, Bray became numb to it all.

The incarnations of the silver and gold races, and the reincarnators, took turns becoming his enemies.

Now, when he looks at his two swords, he always falls silent for a long time.

Both "Beers" and "The Last Song" are covered in cracks and have some damaged parts.

The craftsmen who forged these two weapons probably imagined that they would go through fierce battles, but they probably didn't expect them to go through so many.

Sadly, no matter how hard he and Bai Mian tried, they were only delaying the end of the world.

Each time, he could see with his inner eye that new cracks had appeared in the wall of the world.

Cracks kept appearing, and the old ones never disappeared.

There was a sense of powerlessness, but he and Bai Mian continued to try, because they both knew that if they stopped, the end of the world would come.

"Brave, Levy saw a really fast car on the street today!" Levy said excitedly, taking Bray's hand.

"Faster than you?" Bray asked irritably.

"Impossible." Levy said with a =V= expression, no matter how fast the car went, it couldn't be faster than her.

Levy was quite confident in her speed.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her tail curled around Bray's waist, tilting her head.

"Let's just wander around somewhere interesting." To be honest, he had already explored most of the capital city, so finding something interesting was a bit difficult.

“Then Levy will take Bray!” Levy raised her paws, volunteering.

“Levy saw a really interesting shop when she was buying something to eat this morning,” she said, her ears twitching.

"An interesting shop?"

"Mmm! They sell weird-flavored ice cream!" Levy gestured exaggeratedly.

"Heh..." Bray couldn't help but rub his forehead. Time really does fly by.

Bray gradually stopped caring about how many days or months had passed.

It seems that only certain days are worth noting down, such as birthdays.

For Bray, life is spent battling unknown things, with occasional moments of everyday life with Levy.

But as expected, there were more battles in the end.

He witnessed many historical events and saw the rapid development of technology.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Fox Tears, he might already be lying in a coffin.

But is this a good thing? I don't know.

He's still alive, so he can still fight those inexplicable guys and prevent the world from collapsing too quickly.

However, if he dies young, he won't have to worry about such troublesome matters.

However, if I die early, Levy will probably be very lonely.

After all, even without the Heavenly Fox Tears, as a descendant of an Aragami and an elf, Levy could still live a very long time.

As for how long it will take, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

"In the end, there's still no way." Bray sat on a pile of rocks, resting his chin on his hand and looking up at the sky.

Just minutes ago, this pile of rocks was walking as the embodiment of the golden seed.

Unfortunately, this avatar didn't last long before it was killed by Bray.

To be honest, after cutting so many times, he got used to it, and later he felt that the incarnation of the Golden Seed was just like that.

It is indeed very powerful, but to say there is no way to solve it is not so bad.

Unfortunately, while you can deal with Him, you can't stop Him from appearing.

When the incarnation appears, that place will inevitably suffer.

The place where this pile of rocks landed was the imperial capital, which had been ravaged for an unknown period of time.

In just a few minutes, the city sank underground.

The building collapsed instantly, and he doesn't know if the person is still alive.

Bray had seen this kind of thing many times before; it was just that this time it happened to his own place.

"Ugh... my ears are so itchy..." Levy was tilting her ear to the side, brushing the dust off the edges of her ear as she stood by the pile of rubble.

No matter what, the girl was always by Bray's side.

Bray often told her to stay in a safe place, so she stayed with Bray.

If there's any safe place in the world, it's around Bray.

Where can one find safety when faced with the embodiment of the Golden Seed?

It's better to be by his side and witness his battle.

"Brave, are you hungry?" Levy asked, taking some food out of her large backpack after cleaning herself off.

When Levy was little, the backpack she carried was already big enough; as she grew up, the size became even bigger.

If you didn't know better, you'd think Levy was carrying a small mountain on her back, and then question whether Bray was abusing a girl.

It's so unfair! If Levy could carry things that big, she probably could have carried several more of these backpacks.

Such a small amount of weight is nothing to her.

"I'm not hungry yet." Bray shook his head. For him, eating was less about filling his stomach and more about satisfying his taste buds.

After all, he's a guy who won't starve.

“Oh.” Levy seemed a little disappointed, then climbed over to him, put down her backpack, and sat down.

Since Bray won't eat it, I'll just have to eat it myself =V=.

“Bray, will there be anything else strange?” she asked, leaning on Bray’s shoulder.

"There probably will be," Bray said softly, gazing at the changing sky.

The sky was dyed a strange color, no longer azure.

The walls of the world have cracked, and can no longer hold back the gods outside.

What caused this wall to crack? Was it the golden-type avatar that fought Bray just now?

You could say that, but not entirely.

The destruction of the wall was inevitable; the incarnation from before was merely the final straw.

When he was young, he couldn't fully grasp the meaning of "the last straw that broke the camel's back".

But as time went by, he finally understood.

At this moment, he was not surrounded by a bustling city, nor even by ruins.

It's just a desolate pit left after the city collapsed.

I should have expected this to happen.

I've only had that projector screen for less than a year, and I haven't had enough of it yet.

I had planned to see how far Kapras's technology could develop, but now it seems impossible.

"What do you think it will be like?" Levy hugged Bray, sniffed him, and said.