A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Ah...wait a minute..."

“He’s gone…” Naruko looked dejectedly at the spot where Hakumen had disappeared.

"What am I supposed to do with all this stuff?" Naruko glanced around; the ground was covered in strange objects.

How can this blood-stained town be turned back to normal?

This was giving Naruko a real headache. Meanwhile, Bray, who had been dragged away, was strangely observing everything around him.

The surrounding scenery was exactly the same as Knight Town in my nightmare.

Even the place where they were standing was exactly the same as before.

Of course, Bray could tell that this godforsaken place couldn't be Knighttown.

Because there were no people or monsters, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, its light enveloping the area.

A giant humanoid monster climbed up the clock tower.

This is probably the only other living creature besides Bray.

"Human, nice to meet you." The monster's voice sounded somewhat sinister.

The monster's head was like a walnut, and its limbs were so thin they looked like withered wood.

However, the skeleton was unusually large, though it looked rather frail.

This monster is the "god" that Logan has been seeking help from, and also the god recorded in Owen's old man's diary.

Migolavin.

“My name is Migorawain, the master of all nightmares,” Migorawain announced his name.

"..." Bray frowned and began to scrutinize Migoravan.

Bray had seen many silver species before, but this was the first time he had ever seen one so bizarre.

How should I put it? It has a fresh and new feel to it.

If Migolavin knew that Bray was feeling curious right now, he'd probably be depressed for a long time.

I'm really sorry for taking the liberty of bringing you into my world.

“I just don’t want to see something interesting get killed by you.” Migorawain twisted his body, bringing his head in front of Bray, and said this.

"Something interesting? That huge lump outside?" Bray exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah, isn't it interesting? Humans actually created a monster, a monster with the potential to grow into a Silver-ranked being." Migorawen chuckled sinisterly.

"Even with my help, it was still quite interesting."

"A collection of human thought, a god among men."

"I've never seen a guy like that before."

“It would be such a waste to kill him before he even grows up.” Migoravan stared at Bray.

"Clang—" Bray drew his greatsword directly from behind him.

“Don’t rush, wouldn’t it be better to calm down a bit, human?” Migorawn didn’t seem nervous at the sight of Bray drawing his sword.

“No good,” Bray replied to Migoravan’s question.

After being pulled in, are we supposed to greet them with a smile?

Do not make jokes.

Bray casually flicked his sword and slashed.

Migorawan neither dodged nor evaded, simply watching the sword strike towards him.

In this nightmare, ordinary attacks have no effect on Migoravan.

But this time, Migoravan miscalculated.

"Swoosh—" The sword struck Migolawin's shoulder, slicing off a piece of his bone.

“Oh, that’s really unexpected…” Migolav’s pupils all contracted involuntarily.

Bray's sword strike was by no means light.

However, Migoravan didn't embarrass himself by shouting it out.

“This is a dream world, my territory. I shouldn’t get hurt unless I want to be hit.” Migolavin’s head was turned upside down, his eyes scrutinizing Bray.

"Oh, I know that. It's the work of another human being."

“It’s ‘cunning,’ right?” Migolav said.

"It's really interesting, isn't it? Driven by desire, the Black Iron Seed can truly create countless things."

The Black Iron race may not be the most powerful, but their civilization is undoubtedly the most prosperous.

Even the bronze grade is inferior to the black iron grade.

Perhaps it's because the more powerful an individual is, the less they care about civilization.

None of the Silver races have their own civilization.

There aren't enough lower species to study.

This is probably what is meant by collective intelligence.

Of course, if there are enough individuals in a population, there will eventually be someone who can further deepen civilization.

“Close off your vision, and in turn enhance your other senses,” Migoravan said, touching his head.

Bray's right eye was now dull and lifeless, with countless runes etched into the pupil and the white of his eye.

This is what William saw when he said goodbye to Bray last time.

Unfortunately, William thought it was just a misperception and didn't pay attention to it.

"He talks too much. Haven't you heard that villains die from talking too much?" Bray remarked.

“I’ve never considered myself a villain,” Migorah said with a sinister smile.

That laughter was not convincing at all.

Bray has now completely lost his sight and can't see anything.

But miraculously, it can perceive everything around it.

A gray and white world unfolded before Bray's eyes.

You can perceive all the scenery directly, without needing to use your eyes.

Of course, the function of "insight" goes far beyond just perception.

Bray was able to ignore the nightmare and hit Migoravan directly because of his "sharp mind".

However, compared to Irving's "shrewdness," Bray's could be described as "pseudo-shrewdness."

"Alright, now that I've killed you, I can go back, right?" Bray muttered to himself.

The entire nightmare was sustained by Migorahun; as soon as Migorahun died, the nightmare disappeared.

Trapped inside, Bray would naturally return to reality.

“That’s the truth.” Migoravan not only didn’t deny it, but also directly admitted that Bray was right.

Having grasped the "mind's eye," it's not surprising that Bray knew the true nature of nightmares.

In Migolavian's view, the lower species are weak, but also very interesting.

“That makes things easier.” Bray took a step forward. The rooftop instantly cracked open, sending splinters flying everywhere.

As the sawdust fell to the ground, a greatsword slashed towards Migolavin.

Migoravan moved around the clock tower, dodging Bray's direct hit.

However, the aftershock of Bray's sword strike directly cleaved open the wall of the clock tower.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The towering clock tower tilted and slowly collapsed.

Migoravan, who was perched on the clock tower, had to jump down.

"Thump!" Upon getting closer, Bree realized that Migoravan was even bigger than he had imagined.

But no matter how powerful the enemy was, it didn't matter to Bray.

Bray drew his longsword with his left hand.

The two swords sliced ​​through Migoravan's arm.

"Hmph." Migoravan snorted coldly and slapped Bray away.

Bray adjusted his posture in mid-air, dodging Migoravan's palm.

Migoravan's arm skin, however, blew open.

Dark blood spurted out and then fell like rain.

“Ha, interesting humans.” Migoravan sneered.

“Besides ‘mindfulness,’ you have other tricks to suppress my abilities in nightmares,” Migolavin said to Bray.

Ever since Bray came in, Migoravan had a vague feeling that something was off.

Migolavian finds himself unable to do whatever he wants in his nightmares.

Generally speaking, if Migolavian wanted to turn someone in a nightmare into a lump of mud, it would be a piece of cake.

But Migolavin found himself unable to do these things to Bray.

“Interesting, interesting,” Migoravan murmured as he leaped onto a house. In Migoravan’s nightmare, yet another house was cleaved in two.

Bray swung his greatsword with force, sending Migoravan flying.

The next instant, Bray turned and delivered another blow to Migorawin with his longsword.

Migoravan rolled several times on the ground, leaving the ground cratered and uneven.

However, Migoravan did not suffer any real harm.

On the contrary, Bray had many scratches on his body.

The bricks and stones shattered by Bray turned into insects that gnawed at Bray's arm.

"Didn't it hit?" Bray muttered.

Although it seemed like he had his eye on Migorlavin, Bray found that it felt like cutting paper.

It's like tearing a piece of paper.

“I see, I see.” Migoravan flipped over and leaped onto the roof of a nearby house.

The house, which had been split open by the blast, was restored to its original state.

“You haven’t mastered the use of your ‘mind's eye’ at all,” Migoravan chuckled maliciously.

"It's just that we can tell this nightmare is an illusion."

"Unfortunately, in this place, illusion can also become reality."

If you get hurt in this nightmare, you really will get hurt.

If you die here, you really will die.

Every stone and every pillar in a nightmare is real to the person experiencing it.

Hallucinations? Migoravan's nightmares weren't the kind of low-level tricks he was using.

In the case of ordinary magic, it might make people mistakenly believe that they have been turned into something strange.

This is what is commonly known as illusion.

But if you are turned into a worm by Migolav in a nightmare, then you really are turned into a worm.

Unless Bray can use his "mind's eye" to completely ignore everything else in the nightmare.

In that case, Bray would need to reach the level that old man Irving was talking about.

—"Though in darkness, one sees through illusion and is not trapped by it."

Unfortunately, the fact that Bray was able to be injured by Migolavin in a nightmare shows that Bray's "mind" is not strong enough.