A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Then don't use it," Bray said casually.

But Jonathan will definitely use his abilities; it would be foolish not to.

However, because the concept was not as effective as expected in Blay, Jonathan did not use it too frequently.

"Although there seem to be many concepts, the same concepts are not used repeatedly." Bray silently observed the details of Jonathan's battle.

Despite having various concepts, Jonathan did not use the same concept multiple times.

Each concept was used only once.

Bray didn't think Jonathan was just doing it for fun.

Jonathan's use of concepts is limited.

“Your concept is all about disposable items.” Bray glanced at Jonathan, who was wearing a mask.

Wearing a mask, Bray didn't even know where Jonathan's gaze was directed.

“That’s right, it’s a disposable product.” Jonathan’s tone sounded very calm.

"Since you've already discovered it, I'll just say it directly."

“These concepts can indeed only be used once.” Jonathan leaned back dramatically.

"But isn't that enough?"

“That’s enough,” Jonathan answered himself.

“Attraction,” Jonathan said, tapping the ground with his cane.

All sorts of odds and ends around them started moving and then hurtled towards the mine.

"Clang—clang—clang—" Bray's longsword flew like a bird, cutting all the debris to pieces.

But all it did was smash it.

Even after being cut in half, the debris continued its relentless attack on Bray.

A stone landed on Bray's chest, a piece of wood landed on Bray's arm, and some tiles landed on Bray's thigh.

"Boom-thump-"

"Thump!!! ...

Upon witnessing this scene, Dove nearly collapsed to the ground.

"The traction wasn't strong enough. Looks like he wasn't crushed to death." Jonathan looked at Bray, who was wrapped in debris.

Jonathan's concept transforms Bray into a source of attraction for a specific object.

The designated object was nothing more than scattered debris.

Because the concept was suppressed, Bray's attraction to surrounding objects was not particularly strong.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be these small things hitting the ground; the ground itself would be ripped up.

The traction force is weak, so the force of the impact is naturally insufficient.

However, being wrapped up like this, there was no way to break free for the time being.

"..." Dove was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word, and just kept backing away.

Jonathan found the rapid breathing, cold sweat, and pale face quite amusing.

"Am I that terrible?" Jonathan would always use humble language in front of certain people, such as calling himself a "small man" to Bray and the King of the Sea Clan.

However, Jonathan wouldn't use humble terms with ordinary people.

“Hmm? This mask of mine looks interesting.” Jonathan touched his mask and approached Dove step by step.

But just as Jonathan was pushing Dove to his limit, a faint sound arose.

"Clang—" A sword cleaved through the clump of debris.

After the longsword cut through the debris, the tip pierced directly at Jonathan.

"Bang—" The debris exploded with the sword strike, scattering in all directions.

The cold glint of the sword blade shone on Jonathan's mask.

"Swoosh—" The sword sliced ​​across Jonathan's neck, and blood spurted from the wound.

Jonathan staggered back several steps, clutching his neck.

"Clang!!" The cane fell to the ground, and Jonathan couldn't help but squat down.

"Ah...unbelievable, you even managed to escape like that." Jonathan's voice sounded a little weak.

Although the sword didn't cut Jonathan's throat, it did leave a cut.

At this point, Jonathan began to have some difficulty speaking.

“When your ability expires, it will naturally be able to break,” Bray said, cracking his neck.

Unsurprisingly, Jonathan's use of these concepts was more like using props than demonstrating his own abilities.

Since it wasn't Jonathan's own ability, the effect shouldn't be able to continue indefinitely.

“Mr. Monk…the attacks of a villain are not ineffective, are they?” Jonathan was still very talkative.

Even if it's difficult for him to speak, it can't stop this chatterbox from rambling on and on.

"..." Bray's gaze turned cold.

Jonathan is right, Bray was badly hurt by that attack.

Bray looked extremely disheveled, his adventurer's clothes were torn to shreds, and the places where he had been hit by heavy objects were bruised and swollen.

There were countless abrasions, and there were also bone injuries.

Nisha, who was being held by Bray, only had some minor scratches.

Bray adjusted his position and took all the damage for Nisha.

Nisa, who was already seriously injured, would be close to death if she were to suffer another blow from Jonathan.

"More than enough to deal with you." Bray had also learned to speak harshly.

"I only have a throat injury...it won't affect my fighting ability..." The voice under the mask was intermittent, showing how difficult it was for Jonathan to speak.

"But you... you were seriously injured while protecting others."

"Even in this situation, you still have to say so much. I really admire you," Bray remarked.

Does this guy have to talk nonsense? How can someone be such a dedicated chatterbox?

“Mr. Monk…you must be in a lot of pain right now…” Jonathan’s words were full of meaning.

Unfortunately, Bray ignored Jonathan's plan.

Bray intently observed Jonathan's weaknesses.

“Oh ho… don’t even think about taking advantage of me.” Jonathan cautiously stepped back, further increasing the distance between himself and Bray.

"Tsk." Bray frowned; this guy was very cautious.

“Alright… Mr. Ringholder, it’s time to test the power of your curses…” Jonathan’s voice sounded like a roar.

Jonathan's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Concept Bullet"

"All suffering is attributed to one person."

Jonathan picked up the cane and pointed the end at Bray.

"Bang!!!" The end of the cane suddenly opened, revealing the muzzle of a gun, from which a bullet flew out.

The bullets were extremely fast, and in his current state, Bray couldn't dodge them at all; he could only cleave them with his sword.

However, after the cleaver was swung, he suddenly realized that the bullet was completely untouchable.

"!?" His right eye was filled with astonishment. Bray could only watch helplessly as the bullet pierced his chest.

"Hit! Checkmate!" Jonathan's voice couldn't hide his excitement.

What will happen? What incredible things will happen when a person who upholds the precepts is in dire straits? "Cough cough..." Bray staggered and fell forward.

However, just as he was about to fall, Bray steadied himself.

"The shorter the term for a 'concept,' the greater its development potential."

"However, the more precise the term... the more... obvious the effect, and the harder it is to suppress..."

“Such a long entry, it seems you… can’t suppress much of it…” Jonathan shouted at Bray.

A sharp pain surged through him, a pain that was not Bray's.

Countless kinds of suffering tormented Bray; his hands, head, and heart were all consumed by pain.

Cold sweat kept dripping down.

His pupils were trembling uncontrollably; the pain he was experiencing was far beyond what a normal person could bear.

Bray hasn't fallen yet, entirely because his "heart" is strong enough.

But even Bray's "heart" could not withstand the surge of pain.

There are simply too many to count; these are the kinds of suffering that every person in Vinipado endures.

It's really too much to ask one person to bear this burden.

“If this continues… you’ll die like this.” Jonathan didn’t rush to finish her off, but straightened his back and looked at Bray.

This was a desperate situation; Bray was on the verge of death.

Even Jonathan couldn't imagine who could help Bray.

Was it the seriously injured female knight? Or the frightened mixed-race girl?

Or will Bray miraculously save himself?

“Let me show you how terrifying this ring is,” Jonathan said softly, bending down.

Unfortunately, Bray's ears were filled with echoes, and he couldn't hear what Jonathan was saying at all.

"..." Bray's left hand even began to lack the strength to hug Nisha.

Finally, Nisha fell to the ground from Bray's arms.

"Ugh..." Nisha groaned in pain.

But the next moment, Nika noticed Bray's arm.

It was trembling, trembling violently.

“Mr. Bray…” Nisha tried to struggle to get up.

"Aaaaaah!! My arm!!"

"Legs, help me! My legs are trapped!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

—"My child, no, my child!!"

All forms of suffering were concentrated in Bray's body.

Due to the suppression of "The Last Echo," the scope of "everything" in that concept is not very large, only the influence of Vinipado.

Even so, it was an unbearable ordeal for Bray.

Bray was drenched in sweat and knelt on one knee, using his longsword to barely keep himself from falling.

"This is a 'concept bomb' that I've treasured for a long time."

"However, I think it's worth it to use it on you."

"You deserve to have this 'concept bomb' used by a villain."

The so-called "concept bullet" is a bullet that contains a concept.

But no one has ever heard of such a thing, and even if you ask the First Emperor, you will not get an answer.

This is one of Jonathan's own secrets, and it's also the reason why he can use the concept of plural numbers.

However, a "concept bullet" is still a bullet at its core, and it only has an effect if it hits its target.