A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Close your eyes, and then recall.

He knew so much about swordsmanship that it was like a vast ocean, enough to fill an encyclopedia.

He knew that none of this originally belonged to him.

This was nothing more than a sword technique that I had stolen from someone else by using the "comprehension" I had gained during a life-or-death battle.

Although he understood these sword techniques, it was still difficult for him to use them flexibly.

Carlogaris has an encyclopedia in his head, while Bray has an encyclopedia in his bag.

He still needs to "read through" it.

That's why he had to search slowly.

What kind of swordsmanship could be used to cut through this world?

Seriously, is there really a sword technique that can cut through the world? Doesn't that seem a bit unscientific?

Looking for science in a magical world is a bit unreliable.

"Stop the flow of water"? No, the mental world is much more difficult to deal with than the intangible.

"Ancient Sword Sect"? No, this has nothing to do with magic.

"Eighteen Styles"? No, it has absolutely nothing to do with that style now.

He rejected each school of swordsmanship as he went along, until finally he was shocked to discover that he had no swordsmanship techniques at all.

Was the swordsmanship left behind by Carlogaris too weak? Of course not.

Is my skill level insufficient...?

"Master, what's wrong?" The girl couldn't help but ask when she saw that Bray was in a daze.

She was terrified that Bray would open his eyes and ask, "Who are you?"

“This is the world of mental images… but I also have a world of mental images, right?” Bray asked.

"Yes, that village is your world, what you're looking for."

"Do you want to unfold your mental world?" the literary girl asked.

If she could, she really didn't want that peaceful village to be used for fighting.

What would happen if it were unfolded?

The literary girl in the sword remained silent for a few seconds before answering Bray's question.

Once the mental world unfolds, it will be projected onto the Caprae.

At this point, the mental world truly exists in the real world outside.

Not only will the scenery inside be fully revealed, but even the rules within will affect reality.

However, in the same way, the external influences that the mental world receives at this time will also be fed back to oneself without exception.

If a tree falls in that village, then it truly has fallen.

If that village is burned to the ground by war, then there will truly be no more villages.

The girl sincerely hoped that this beautiful place could forever retain its beauty.

It wasn't just for himself, but also for the sake of the mine.

“Is that so?” Bray murmured.

Not only the girl, but Bray also disliked seeing the village destroyed.

Although he had only entered the mental world of "The Last Echo" once, he believed that it was more suitable for resting than for fighting.

Whenever you feel exhausted, it will be very comfortable to go in and lie down.

At first, Bray was thinking about whether he could use his entire mental world to smash the other person's mental world.

When he learned what the consequences would be, he felt a little regretful.

After all, he can't do that.

"Hmm...hmm?" The next second, Bray looked dazed.

Does unfolding necessarily require projecting the entire mental world?

"—Theoretically speaking, even if you wanted to project everything, Master, you couldn't do it."

So, it's only a part?

"Yes, part of it."

"Can I just show a patch of grass?" Bray asked a very puzzling question.

"Huh? Huh! Grass, grass?" the girl exclaimed.

This wasn't because Bray's idea was particularly useful, but rather because it was so strange.

The purpose of using the mental imagery world is not to view the scenery, but to understand the rules within that world.

To gain "ability" in a certain sense is to influence the rules of reality by imagining the rules of the world.

And naturally, the scope of this rule's influence is consistent with the scope of your mental world.

The wider your world projection, the greater the scope of your influence.

If you only project a patch of grass that's just big enough for you to step on, it won't be very useful.

After all, while the mental world was influencing Capras, Capras was also resisting this change.

If the scope is too small, the mental world cannot override the rules of the real world.

"It's possible, but Master, it won't do any good," the girl said.

She suddenly felt that her master was a complete idiot.

“This is not the outside world; this is just a mental world,” Bray said.

Upon hearing this, the literary-minded girl suddenly understood.

Okay, I take back what I said earlier. My Master isn't a complete idiot, just someone with a slightly peculiar way of thinking.

This is not Kaplas, so normal examples are completely unusable for reference.

“As long as you don’t break anything, it’s fine, right?” Bray asked.

"Mmm," the girl hummed in response.

As the girl's voice faded, Bray had already lowered his sword in front of him.

The world of the mind...

What would be a good name for his own mental world? Ah, he had a great idea.

Since it is one's own mental world, it is perfectly acceptable for one to name it oneself.

So that's settled then.

"Let us recreate the peaceful utopia."

There was no glamorous scenery, and even the surroundings remained unchanged; the town was still there, and the sea was still washing the beach.

The fictional people and things are still active.

The only difference was that there was now a patch of grass at his feet, a small patch of grass.

Even this patch of grass flashed by in an instant, like an illusion.

But Bray knew this wasn't an illusion; he could clearly feel that the land beneath his feet belonged to him.

"Is there no suitable swordsmanship?" Bray muttered to himself.

He stared at the empty space in front of him.

Then, he unleashed a sword strike.

No one could tell what was so special about this sword strike.

There was no magic or internal energy surrounding it, and its angle and trajectory were unremarkable.

It was just an ordinary downward slash.

But that's Bray's own swordsmanship.

If you can't find a suitable sword technique among the inherited ones, then you have to "find" one yourself.

He knew he could do it—after understanding countless schools of thought, he was able to accomplish what only a "master" could achieve.

This sword strike is called "Shattered Mirror".

As for the style, it's my own style, so it's just a very ordinary "my style".

"My Flow" "Shattered Mirror"—that's right, that's what this sword strike is called.

The sword fell, and thus it cleaved this illusory world in two.

Just like its name suggests, the falsehood reflected in the mirror is shattered.

What a simple cause-and-effect relationship, so simple it's unbelievable.

Using one's own mental world as a stepping stone, one uses one's own sword to crash into the opponent's mental world.

"Snap—"

The sound of shattering glass echoed in my ears, cruelly exposing all the falsehoods in this world.

The sky began to fall like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, crashing to the ground.

The people and things that were originally alive seemed to be frozen, flickering and lingering between the actions of the previous second and the next.

The rumbling sounds continued, and the ground gradually collapsed, revealing an endless abyss below.

It seems that the mental world that confines him is not so big.

It's just a small birdcage used to hold all of someone's longing.

That vast, boundless sky is also an illusion, because in this world, no one would walk in that direction.

Everything is unfolding according to the script of a certain story.

Just then, amidst the shattered heavens and earth, a crimson streak of light shot straight toward Bray.

The stream of light tore through the space on both sides, angrily destroying everything in its path.

"..." Bray tilted his sword to the side, frowning as he neutralized all the violent power of the attack.

As the power dissipated, the light vanished, revealing one of the spears.

"Clang—" The spear was deeply embedded in a rock behind Bray.

Bray looked down at his hand, which was numb from trying to deflect the blow.

"What on earth did you do?! ...

A figure as red as a rose appeared amidst the angry roar of a young girl.

She is the one who truly matters. If it were truly just a sword, it would be impossible to cleave through the world of illusion, no matter what.

That's why Bray thought of using his own mental world.

But he only wanted to give it a try; he didn't expect to succeed.

The result was a bit unexpected.

Even if you ask Bray how he did it, he can't really explain it.

Is this considered swordsmanship? It has absolutely nothing to do with skill.

In short, that's how it was cut out.

However, rather than worrying about whether his own sword strike counted as sword technique, the one who was already face-to-face with Ulitina was the one he should be paying attention to.

The spear that was stuck in the gun transformed into countless flower petals at some unknown time and disappeared completely behind Bray.

When she came to her senses, the spear that should have been on the back wall was now in Ulitina's hand.

"Looks like he's furious..." Bray took a step back and said helplessly.

Even though everyone and everything has lost their original form, Ulitina remains perfectly intact, as if she hadn't been affected at all.

It seems that this crimson-clad girl is the true self-will of the mental world.