A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"It probably won't be an incarnation anymore."

"Next time, it will probably be a real god."

Levy is no longer the naive girl she once was.

She finally understood what she truly was, what it meant to be a mortal, a demigod, or a true god.

I also learned many other things that I should know.

Of course, the job of a police lion is the only thing that remains unchanged.

"Can Bray win?" Levy asked, tilting her head.

"I can't win." Bray knew his own limitations.

Even if he could cut down these avatars, he would never be able to defeat the true god.

The power he possesses is borrowed power.

If you borrow the power of the Golden Seed, how can you use such power to defeat the Golden Seed?

He wasn't so arrogant as to think he had the opportunity to change the entire landscape of the world.

Hakumian once told him that if he wanted to change all of this, he had to find the real world.

It's a pity that he was unable to find the real world, and he never even understood what the real world was like.

If he could truly make a wish, he would do the same as Kapras initially did: drive away the gods and bring about the dawn of the lower races.

But is such a wish really useful?

It's probably useless; at most, it only delays the destruction.

“That makes sense.” The girl gave a =V= expression when she heard Bray say that he couldn’t defeat the Golden Race.

She was not disappointed, nor would she blame Bray for saying such discouraging things.

Because she knew long ago that Bray was not invincible.

Bray also had enemies he could not defeat.

"Levy will always be by your side." She gave Bray a cute smile.

Although the girl isn't a girl anymore and can't be cute in a cute way, she's still very adorable.

Bray couldn't resist pinching her cheek.

"Hehe~"

"So we're just going to wait like this?" Levy rubbed her face and asked again.

“Let’s just wait like this, I don’t think it will be long,” Bray murmured, stroking her hair.

When he closed his scarlet right eye, he understood that in the distance—a place far beyond Capra—God had set sail.

As someone who observes the precepts, he was expected to be targeted.

Those guys must hate me to the core.

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Bray waited and waited, gazing at the "judgment" that was yet to come.

But it wasn't just Bray who was being targeted; Whiteface was also being watched.

If Bray was, to the gods, the rat that had been troubling them all along.

So, as someone who has experienced this kind of "judgment" more than once, Bai Mian is, in the eyes of the gods, a mad dog.

"Boom!!!!!" A violent explosion rang out.

This discordant sound completely ruined the innocent atmosphere surrounding the white-faced girl.

The sky was pink, and the clouds were pale blue.

The dolls played music and frolicked in an orderly fashion on both sides, and the letters seemed to come alive, jumping and hopping around, making sounds like children.

Everything in the scene was drawn with crayons, rough yet full of imagination.

The surroundings were filled with joy, except for the fluffy ball in Bai Mian's hand, which was being beaten.

After being struck by Bai Mian's sword, the huge white ball of dough ripped open like a rice sack with a hole, scattering countless smaller white balls of dough.

"You Arakami!!! You outsider! What are you doing?!"

Although this fluffy ball of a creature may seem harmless, it is a true god named "Wiltron, the Pure White Heart".

At this moment, He was fighting with White Face.

Before the wall had even cracked and most of the gold had fallen, Bai Mian had already started trouble.

Because he knew that even if he didn't take the initiative, the other party would come to him.

For God, finding a particular person is incredibly simple.

"What am I doing?" Bai Mian pondered for a moment.

"He was probably talking about what he should do," he replied.

Ultimately, the outcome remained unchanged.

The barrier to the world was destroyed, and the golden seed still arrived.

Things will remain the same as before.

In the end, all his and Bray's efforts only pushed all of this back a little bit.

But the white-faced man reset the timeline, not for this kind of ending.

He wanted to truly resolve all of this, but he failed, failed once again.

Originally, he thought he could get very close to his goal this time because this Bray was very strong.

Although it is still weaker than itself, it is still strong.

It was thanks to his help that time was delayed for more than a century.

You could say it's been a full century, or you could say it's just a mere century.

Looking back, the distance is still very far.

Do you really think you can face the gods on your own?

"Don't be so arrogant!" Wiltron transformed from a white dumpling into a light pink dumpling, seemingly expressing his anger.

"I never thought I could do it." Bai Mian had already tried this before, so he knew the outcome.

It is impossible for one person to contend with the gods, even though he is a god of the wilderness who has surpassed mortals.

"I guess I'm just venting my anger right now," said the pale-faced man.

Was he angry at Bray? Of course not, he was angry at himself because he might have made some wrong choices in this timeline.

If I had made the right choices, the outcome would have been better.

"Relieving anger! You actually said 'relieving anger'?!" Wiltron said angrily.

"You're just a deity! A mere demigod!"

Indeed, it's highly unlikely that Haku would win a one-on-one fight against a Gold Saint.

But that doesn't mean he has a chance to win.

"Don't be so irritable. Everything will disappear in the end anyway," the pale-faced man said quietly.

Looking up, the surrounding yellow sand grew thicker and thicker.

Levy was also choked by the sand and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Bray casually brushed the sand away to avoid getting it in his eyes.

"It's about time," he murmured.

He didn't know what Bai Mian was doing, but he guessed it wouldn't be an easy task.

Perhaps I am the one who is more relaxed.

He could never understand Whiteface, because he was not him after all; he had never restarted time, nor had he witnessed any other "Blakelas".

Is he in despair now? It's not so bad; he still holds onto hope.

Maybe, perhaps, I have a tiny, tiny chance of defeating the Golden Seed.

It's just a tiny bit, a gap squeezed between the index finger and thumb, and even that seems a bit too wide in comparison.

"Whoosh—" The wind blew in, carrying yellow sand.

This is neither the yellow sand in the world of Bree's imagination, nor the yellow sand of nature.

The yellow sand was brought here by a seed of gold from afar.

Navatter, the feathered serpent god, flew towards Bray with his yellow sand.

The feathered serpent god, just as his name suggests, is a serpent in form, but he also has a pair of wings.

But His appearance is not only that.

The word "feather" doesn't just refer to His wings, but rather to the fact that His entire body is covered in feathers.

The feathers are mainly blue and purple, with gold and red accents.

Some of the feather tips even show a color like emerald.

Compared to His serpentine form or wings, His feathers are His most prominent feature.

Navatter's head is covered by a substance that is unknown whether it is metal or bone, giving the illusion that He is wearing a mask.

This "mask" extends to cover almost a third of the snake's head, with a ferocious and wild design.

“It’s God.” Levy said, instinctively twitching her ears as she noticed Navatl’s arrival.

“Yes, it is God,” Bray said calmly.

Generally speaking, people should be in a state of high alert right now.

However, Bray's reaction was far too indifferent; he was completely expressionless.

He touched Levy's hair, then stood up.

Gradually, a sandstorm swept around, completely enveloping Navatter's figure.

His eyes were hidden behind the yellow sand, silently gazing at Bray.

“Listen carefully, you who hold the precepts.” He spoke slowly in words that Bray could understand.

Often, the golden-blooded ones preferred to speak their own language, which Bray had never understood before.

It's rare that the golden-type enemy on the other side would speak the common language on their own initiative.

Should Bray thank Him for speaking human language?

"Anyway, thank you for speaking like a human being." Whatever you think, just say it.

This response left Navarre, who was about to say something, stunned for three or four seconds.

“Listen carefully, you who uphold the precepts!” He repeated the lines once more.

"We will put you on trial."

“Trial? What did I do wrong?” Bray retorted.

“You have hindered us, and that is a sin.”

"Oh..." he replied perfunctorily.

This answer was within his expectations. After all, they were all of the golden race, and rather than being arrogant, perhaps "conceited" would be a more accurate description of them.

"In that case, let's not waste any more words," Bray said.

“…” Navatter fell silent, seemingly disheartened by Bray’s words.

Regardless of whether Bray was a monk or not, he was first and foremost a mortal.

To the gods, mortals are like ants.

You may get tired of constantly repeating the word "ant".

But this is a fact, a fact that cannot be changed.