A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, Bray and Dorothea were driving a magic vehicle, which would actually make them faster than the craftsmen no matter what.

The two had actually surpassed the ten skilled craftsmen and arrived in a much more distant place.

And this is the final destination for the Ten Craftsmen in history.

"Finally, I can see something." Dorothea, who had been taking a nap, suddenly opened her eyes and stared into the distance.

It was still so empty, but on this flat land, a huge figure appeared.

This figure was truly enormous; even from several kilometers away, it still appeared incredibly huge.

If you were standing at the other person's feet, you probably wouldn't be able to see their entire face even if you looked up.

"What is that?" Bray stared in astonishment at the enormous figure in the distance.

It was so conspicuous that Bray could see it without much effort.

The upper body of that thing seemed to be floating in the clouds.

How tall does it have to be to achieve this visual effect?

"I don't know, but we'll find out when we get closer," Dorothea said.

“That’s right.” Bray thought Dorothea’s words made perfect sense. Since they didn’t know what it was, they might as well go closer and take a look.

The two didn't consider the danger of getting close at all, and accelerated past with the accelerator floored.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and the magic vehicle was exceptionally exhilarating to drive.

The destination, which is only a few kilometers away, can be reached in just over ten minutes.

However, when the two's magic vehicle was less than a kilometer away, a powerful pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

The source of this oppressive aura was that enormous figure.

Even Bray and Dorothea frowned in unison.

The magic power that was originally injected into the magic vehicle began to become disordered and scattered in all directions.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The magic vehicle lost control after its power source became disordered.

Even with Bray controlling the steering wheel under this pressure, he still couldn't stabilize the magic vehicle.

"Thump!!!" The magic chariot spun wildly on the ground, throwing Dorothea off the vehicle.

Dorothea adjusted her posture in mid-air, then touched the ground with her hands and feet, landing steadily.

Unfortunately, the vehicle carrying the ray wasn't so lucky.

"Boom!!!!" The car overturned and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Bray had to let go of the car prematurely and jump out.

"The car is gone..." Bray muttered helplessly, his hands on the ground.

"Crunch, crunch—" The magic chariot, turned upside down, slowly chugged along, making a dull sound.

The scenery around us was exactly the same as before, without any change.

But now it feels particularly oppressive.

The culprit behind this feeling is the owner of that enormous figure.

Now, Bray and Dorothea can sense each other's presence at close range.

Although it's described as close, it's actually still about one or two hundred meters away.

Its size was so large that its entirety could not be observed, and it possessed an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

Both of them became alert at the same time.

He placed his sword on its sheath, frowning as he looked up at his opponent.

Unfortunately, even when you look up, you can't see the other person's chest.

“Golden seed,” Bray said after taking a breath.

This sentence contains no question; it is a complete statement.

There's no reason to doubt it, because Bray himself had come into contact with the golden seed.

Equally powerful, equally incomprehensible.

However, it was clear that the pressure exerted by the one in front of him was much stronger than that of the ones that Bray had come into contact with.

It's more than a hundred times stronger.

He was certain that this enormous figure was the Golden Seed, the so-called True God.

“…” Dorothea glanced at Bray, whose expression remained calm.

Then, she stood up, crossed her arms, and looked up at the true god that Bray spoke of.

Unlike Bray, Dorothea could see through the clouds and look upwards to see the entirety of the god.

“That ‘prophet’ is more formidable than I imagined,” Dorothea uttered.

She wasn't surprised when the entire world was simulated; she wasn't surprised when a demigod was simulated; she still wasn't surprised when every corner of the world was simulated.

However, she was surprised when the "Prophet" simulated a true god in the guise of an aragami.

“I think so too.” Bray stood up slowly, but unfortunately, he couldn’t see the full picture of this true god.

"But why is He stopping us?"

"And He can see us?" Along the way, nothing in this true world could sense the presence of Bray and Dorothea.

But this true god is clearly different.

You could tell just from the pressure He exerted on the two of them.

His body was not entirely translucent, but it was not a solid entity like Bray's.

To be precise, it would be more accurate to describe it as "between reality and illusion".

Soon, as if in response to Bray's question, a loud voice came from the clouds.

"How did you get here?"

"If it's just a trip, then go somewhere else."

"This is not a place you are allowed to set foot in."

The sound was deep and resonant, making one's eardrums ache.

It was a language that Bray and Dorothea couldn't understand, but surprisingly, they could clearly comprehend His meaning. "Why can't we keep going?" Dorothea asked, her brow furrowed.

"There's no reason why," the deity said lightly, looking down at the two.

However, even a casual remark from Him sounded like a thunderclap to the two of them.

"Enough has been said." The god's tone grew increasingly cold.

"Don't test my patience."

“We want to take a look ahead,” Bray said, shaking his head.

"Besides, our car is totaled, and it will be a hassle to get back."

“This has nothing to do with me,” He said.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible shock spread from his body.

Dorothea and Bray were thrown back so far that they couldn't even put up a fight.

"Tsk." Dorothea clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

Even if the other party was a god, she was still unhappy to be treated like this.

"Didn't you notice how many mosaics are on this guy?" Bray said in a very calm tone after being knocked away and brushing off the dust.

"Hmm?" Reminded by Bray, Dorothea did indeed notice that there were many mosaic-like things on the other party's huge body.

It's like a very unstable individual.

“It is indeed very difficult to simulate a god,” Bray said.

Even if a "prophet" truly possesses extraordinary abilities, it would still be very difficult to completely simulate a deity.

But honestly, being able to achieve this level using one's own concepts is already quite remarkable.

"So you want to challenge Him?" Dorothea asked.

Since it's not a complete simulation, it means it's not real gold.

"I don't want to," Bray denied readily.

"He is still unreasonable in his strength."

Although this was a golden seed simulated by the "Prophet" using the concept of "belonging," it was still beyond the capabilities of him and Dorothea.

Simply put, even if you swing your sword, it doesn't necessarily mean you can break through their defenses.

Moreover, they might not even be able to suppress the other party's concept.

"Are you scared?" Dorothea glanced at Bray with disdain. To her, the opponent's strength was not a reason to compromise.

“No.” Bray shook his head again, his dead fish eyes revealing no “fear.”

"By the way, are you good at trash talk?" Bray suddenly asked Dorothea.

"..." After hearing Bray's words, Dorothea looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"If you know how, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

“I’m not very good at this,” Bray said.

He's not really good at talking, but occasionally he wants to use words to get rid of his opponent.

See, verbal sparring can overcome any gap in combat strength and directly achieve victory.

It's really enviable.

Dorothea remained silent.

She felt bad for thinking Bray was scared; she now thought Bray was out of his mind.

However, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.

"Is this the magnanimity of you gods?" Dorothea strolled forward leisurely, casually flicking the mud from her sleeves.

"What are you saying, you lowly ant?" The god, upon hearing Dorothea's words, showed no anger, but rather a hint of interest in his tone.

"He has an arrogant demeanor, yet he bullies the weak."

"So, I'm asking you, are all gods so narrow-minded as to be ridiculously so?" Dorothy flicked her slightly gray hair and said in a very disdainful tone.

She had to admit that this god was stronger than her and Bray combined.

But that's precisely why she was even more disdainful.

"Boom!" The golden statue moved, and then a deafening roar echoed throughout the world.

"You say I'm narrow-minded?"

“That’s right.” Dorothea said coldly, tilting her head back and enduring the other party’s oppressive aura.

"Not only do they enjoy the ridiculous act of using their strength to suppress the weak, but they also dare not say what they are protecting. Isn't that a narrow-minded attitude?"

Since we're not letting her go with Bray, then there's something in the gold that needs to be protected ahead.

Although I don't know what could be protected by the Gold Saints, I don't even dare to say what I'm protecting, so why should I talk to Dorothea about magnanimity?

The deafening roar still echoed, but the golden seed fell silent.

"Boom!!!" The pressure intensified instantly, making it difficult for Bray and Dorothea to breathe.

Dorothea's words angered and humiliated the god.

In that instant, Bray felt he was going to be killed.

I haven't had this kind of illusion in a long time.

However, neither of them made themselves appear humble, especially Dorothea.

Even under pressure from the gold mine, you must not bend over; this is the most basic principle.

"Ha—" A shout suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap from the sky.