A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, much later, this guy didn't go on to explain what was going on in this place.

"Dorothea," Bray called out, glancing at her.

"What?" Dorothea frowned. She really didn't have any good ideas about dealing with this kind of person who didn't want to live.

“Let’s drag him into the car,” Bray suggested.

"Tow it into the car?" Dorothea stroked her chin, pondering for a moment.

Then she waved her hand, and a chain appeared beside her, binding the craftsman.

Dorothea lightly leaped onto the back seat of the carriage, then pulled the chain, dragging the craftsman along with her onto the magic carriage.

"Bang!" Despite the Queen's rough action, the magic chariot let out a painful groan.

"What are you going to do?" The locked-up craftsman looked at the two men in terror.

The previous disappointment and dejection were swept away.

Quietly waiting to die is a completely different thing from being arrested.

"It's nothing, I just brought you along the way." Bray picked up the package containing food from the ground.

This is food, why not take it?

After entering this place, he realized that it was impossible for him to eat meat or fruit.

I was wondering how to solve the food problem, but I didn't expect that a passerby would bring me food.

"Take me with you?" The craftsman didn't seem too concerned about the food being taken away; instead, he cautiously looked at the dead fish eyes.

There's no way around it, dead fish eyes just don't look like a good person.

The powerful female elf over there also made people uneasy.

"What do you want me to do with you?"

“It’s obvious you know this place very well,” Bray said.

"So we're going to treat you like an encyclopedia." If this guy can't say much at once, we'll just ask him along the way.

The craftsman was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

“Then the first question is, your identity,” Dorothea began, tugging at her chains. Kapras was enormous.

However, this "large" does not simply refer to the area on a plane, but also includes the area on a vertical plane.

From the stars to heaven, from the ocean to the abyss, this Capra is truly vast.

However, aside from these aspects, Capras also has an inner and outer layer.

Of course, the so-called "inside" refers to the life that lives on the "surface" of Capras.

There are places deeper than the abyss that cannot be reached by normal means.

The normal methods here include ordinary spatial teleportation, directly breaking through the abyss and going down, and so on.

Even if Nicopolis could teleport at will, he would not be able to reach the "inside" of Kapras.

But a "prophet" can.

The "Prophet" is not powerful, but for some reason, he has the means to allow people to reach the "inside" of Kapras.

Yes, as mentioned before, "inside" only applies to life forms that live on the surface.

A more accurate way to put it would be "the real world" and "the pseudo world".

However, the surface of human existence is a "pseudo-world," not a "real world."

Why is this the "true world"? Because the will of the world resides here.

It has no physical form, is elusive, cannot be destroyed, and cannot be defied.

This is the will of the world, the essence of the world as described by the "prophet".

The “real world” is not lifeless; it has its own ecosystem, just like the surface world.

However, this place lacks civilization; it's practically a weaker version of the First Age—an era without civilization.

The "true world" has always remained in this state, where no civilization has ever been born, or rather, something prevents civilization from being born here.

Perhaps it is precisely because there is no civilization, everything is surrounded by wildness and primitiveness, and no disasters that would disrupt the balance have ever occurred.

Floods and earthquakes, which can kill tens of thousands of lives, are more reassuring than the ugliness brought about by civilization.

Struggle, disaster—everything exists within the balance of the world.

The "true world" never loses its balance. If the "wall of the world" can be destroyed, it can only be due to the "false world".

The Prophet once told the Ten Craftsmen that the will of the world exists, and that it exists in the true world.

However, finding the will of the world is something that no one else can help with.

The real world is different from the pseudo-world on every level.

This is why outsiders cannot interfere with anything here; similarly, nothing in the real world can interfere with outsiders.

However, this is not absolute.

The reason is simple: all life shares a common space.

If you really want to find a way to kill things in the real world, you can also use the terrain to your advantage.

Of course, you might also be accidentally killed by the terrain.

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"The real world?" Dorothea ignored Bray's repeated warnings, crossed her legs, and muttered to herself with her pink lips slightly parted.

This word was truly appearing in her dictionary for the first time.

Moreover, the world they live in is a pseudo-world, which makes it even more unbelievable.

"So you're one of the ten craftsmen?"

Bray recalled some things Nick Boras had once said to him.

He said that before his own collapse, the "prophet" gathered countless talented people in an attempt to change that "future".

The "Ten Craftsmen" were also mentioned vaguely later.

Bray strained to open his right eye wider; he wanted to see the living Ten Craftsmen clearly.

“Yes, the ten of us were gathered by the ‘Prophet’ and then made up our minds to find the will of the world.” The craftsman, who was tied to the magic chariot, said with great emotion.

"But I've already given up."

"You've come all this way, and you're still giving up?" Bray turned around and glanced at the guy.

The craftsman didn't meet Bray's gaze; his lifeless eyes were fixed on the outside of the carriage.

The magic vehicle drove very fast, and the scenery kept changing, which was very different from when they were on foot.

For some reason, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"You'll do the same thing if you start to question your goals after walking for a long time."

"If you keep going and find that all your efforts have been in vain, you will feel even more desperate."

"..." Bray drove on without saying a word, making no comment on the craftsman's opinion.

As for Dorothea, she had absolutely no interest in it.

The craftsman had already told them everything about the place, and that was enough.

"You can go now," Dorothea said calmly, resting her chin on her hand.

He fell silent upon hearing Dorothea's words about releasing the people.

Can we go now? Where is he going?

“So I’ll park the car?” Bray tried to say.

“Stop the car, or do you want to just throw him off?” Dorothea said.

Bray slowly brought the car to a stop.

Dorothea also retrieved the chains, but her movements were so swift that the craftsman's entire body was turned around almost halfway.

"Clang, clang—" The chains clanged together, making a crisp metallic sound, before slowly retracting into the void.

Dorothea then kicked the craftsman off the carriage.

"Bang—" After throwing the craftsman off the magic vehicle, the door was slammed shut.

"Wait a minute, I'll save this for you." Bray tossed the food from the package to the craftsman as well; he felt a little embarrassed that Dorothea treated others like this.

The craftsman instinctively caught the object that was thrown to him.

"As you said, this should be enough for you to eat for a month or two."

Of course, since the craftsman had given the rest to him and Dorothea, he didn't hesitate and accepted it without hesitation.

"Whoosh—" After doing all that, the car continued running on the reddish rocky ground.

Dorothea held her long hair in her hands and turned to look at the craftsman who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"Didn't he just want to die? Why are you still giving him food?" Dorothea said to Bray, who was focused on driving.

Since that guy keeps saying he wants to give up and quietly wait to die, there's no need to waste food.

“He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who wants to die,” Bray said, glancing at Dorothea in a casual tone.

"Doesn't look like it?" Dorothea asked, somewhat puzzled.

From her perspective, the craftsman's eyes showed no desire for life whatsoever, and had absolutely nothing to do with people who wanted to live.

“Yeah, it’s just being arrogant.” Bray said, driving his car through the body of a semi-transparent behemoth.

Since we chose to come to a place with no way back in the first place, how could we possibly give up?

It's just that I'm mentally exhausted; I just need to rest.

For example, a man Bray knew who was very similar to himself.

It's just a pity that, unlike the craftsman, that guy didn't get a chance to rest.

"Tsundere...?" Dorothea's expression was quite interesting; she never expected the word to be used like that.

The craftsman, kicked off the carriage by Dorothea, stared blankly at the food in his hands.

He lay back down, but carefully placed the food beside him.

If we continue our journey, I wonder if we'll be able to catch up with our companions.

"What am I thinking? I already said I was giving up." He mocked himself for a moment, then closed his eyes and lay motionless on the ground like a corpse.

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Bray and Dorothea raced each other all the way.

Before we knew it, we had crossed the Red Rock Mountain Range and were speeding across the boundless plains.

This is not a joke.

Now, Bre and Dorothea are truly moving forward in a place where there is nothing at all.

There were no translucent creatures, nor any unnecessary obstacles.

It's just flat land.

If you look closely, you'll find that there aren't even any clouds in the sky.

Above is a truly azure sky, spotless and ethereal.

Even that crimson moon disappeared without a trace, at some unknown time or place.

Surprisingly, even without the moon, the surroundings were still bright—at least Bray had good visibility and driving was quite smooth.

“It’s so empty it’s creepy,” Dorothea said, though her tone didn’t betray any fear.

“I have absolutely no sense of direction,” Bray muttered.

In such an empty place, there are absolutely no reference points for direction.

Bray had long since lost track of his location.

It's not surprising that you might end up turning back while driving.