A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Due to Marek's sudden intervention, Bray could no longer care about the five men and silently drew his broadsword from his back.

"Hmm... Bray's getting serious!" Levy said to Naruko quickly after tapping her tail a few times.

"Hey, let's run away first." Although Levy is capable of fighting, Naruko felt that they wouldn't be of much use.

So true, but that's reality.

"Bang—" Naruko took Levy's hand and then hid in the collection room, closing the door behind her.

"What should we do, Bray?" Levy looked at Naruko with a puzzled expression.

"What do you think can happen to those invincible dead fish eyes?"

"Oh!" Levy thought Naruko was absolutely right; Bray was invincible.

"Levy! Seal this door shut!" Naruko felt uneasy even with the door closed, so it was better to seal it.

"Whoa!!!" Levy exclaimed enthusiastically. Bray opened his right eye, and in the next instant, he was standing in front of Marek.

Two swords appeared before Marek along with him.

"Ding—" A crisp sound rang out as Marek used his seemingly ordinary magic gun to deflect the combined attack of two swords.

Marek forcefully deflected Bray's sword, then used the recoil to push himself back a considerable distance.

"As expected of you, I thought my gun was about to be sliced ​​open for a moment just now," Marek said with a smile, touching the gun.

It sounds difficult, but he seems to handle it with ease.

“It’s you… Marek, right?” Although Bray hadn’t met Marek many times, he remembered him because he was so impressed by him.

“It’s been a long time, Blakeras.” Marek bowed gracefully.

"Even though you still remember me, let me introduce myself anyway."

"I am Marek of the 'United Gods'."

“The Alliance of the Gods…” Bray pondered.

"Are you in cahoots with Jonathan?" Upon hearing "the alliance of the gods," Bray didn't think of the Silver Race, but rather of Jonathan.

"A group? Not entirely," Marek said ambiguously.

“You’ve always dealt with Jonathan before, but from now on, you might run into me too,” Marek said to Bray, twirling the gun in his hand.

Then, the spinning gun stopped.

"Bang—" The bullet was chambered.

Bray sliced ​​the bullet in the air with a single, expressionless stroke, his right eye never leaving Marek.

"Don't be too hasty, Blakelas. I'm not here to fight. I hate violence."

"I just came here to explain something to you."

"What?" Bray was even more confused by what Marek said.

“Because it would be too boring if you were completely kept in the dark,” Marek said with a laugh.

"If you know nothing, you won't take any proactive measures."

"So this play will become very boring."

"To prevent plays from becoming boring—that's what I'm here for." Marek spread his arms wide, seemingly unafraid that Bray might suddenly stab him.

"Those five people are saviors."

“Unlike you five ringholders who are determined to defy the fate of the ring, they are saviors who only think about saving the world.”

Nalan, one of the five, is the "hero" of the Mathematical Society.

The other four are like the priest, warrior, mage, and rogue in a standard team.

The purpose of the Mathematical Society is to prevent the destruction of the world.

You heard me right, the purpose of the Mathematical Society is to save the world.

It wasn't for material things or power; it was purely about wanting to save the world.

However, they were still classified as a cult.

Because of this mathematical system, there is a worship of the monastic—that is, "personal worship."

No matter what Nalan and the others say, the members will firmly believe it is correct and will work towards it.

They might even give their lives.

In other words, the members of the Mathematical Society entrusted the judgment of right and wrong entirely to these five people.

"The walls of Kapras are about to be destroyed, and the gods that people once worshipped will become the scourge that destroys the world, descending from beyond the boundary."

"From that moment on, no one could escape the fate of being annihilated."

"Only by resisting, only by holding the wall, can the Black Iron race possibly survive."

“Only those who uphold the precepts can do all this,” Marek explained to Bray, as if narrating a scene from a script.

“But, O Blakeras, you who hold the precepts.”

“You have not made any effort to save the world.”

“So I made a replica of the ring and gave it to five people who wanted to save the world.” Marek put on a compassionate expression.

"What do you think of this development?" But the next second, Marek put away his compassionate expression and revealed a meaningful smile.

“…” Bray remained silent, not wanting to answer Marek’s question.

Both Jonathan and Marek are quite annoying.

“Tell me why they’re climbing the tower, and then you can make way.” Bray crouched down, assuming a stance.

He wanted to be decisive and didn't want to be led astray by the other party.

“I can’t say too much about the specifics, but I can only tell you that they climbed the tower to grow.” Marek brought his hand to his lips and made a shushing gesture.

Jonathan might tell Bray everything.

But Marek is Marek; he's a guy made entirely of lies.

“However, the real ring is indeed a product of the real world; the ring I created using concepts is far inferior to it,” Marek chuckled.

He used the concept and the materials he found to create a degraded version of the ring.

However, even though it's a degraded version, the element of fate's shackles still remains.

The attempt to confuse the world's will is such a mad act that it's utterly mesmerizing.

How much knowledge does Marek actually possess? What are the limits of what he can do?

I don't know, because someone who has only lived one life cannot comprehend the world of someone who has reincarnated countless times.

"The difference in strength between you is also quite significant."

"If you wanted, you could take on all five of them by yourself."

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Bray finally realized that this guy was lying more than half the time.

If Bray actually believes that, he'll be digging his own grave.

"Why don't you believe me? Not long ago, you easily defeated one of them all by yourself."

"Tsk." Bray made a sound of dissatisfaction upon hearing Marek's words.

"I prefer to use language to negotiate, so that I can avoid unnecessary violence."

"Just like now."

When verbal communication begins, neither side will easily launch an attack.

Because some people always want to know something from the other person.

"I hate violence, what about you?"

"Although I also dislike it, saying that I'm the same as you is inexplicably repulsive."

"Really? What a shame, I'm so disliked by you."

“You know, everyone in the Mathematical Society respects me a lot.” Marek put away his gun and straightened his gloves.

"I'm puzzled as to why you happened to be in the tower."

"But I hope you can watch this play—from beginning to end."

Bray's appearance was not within Marek's calculations; it was purely accidental.

Marek dislikes unexpected situations, but since it has happened, he has to start taking it into account.

“Where are those two women with you going?” Bray called out as he saw Marek looking like he was about to leave.

Marek is always accompanied by Xiangxue and Xiaobai—just like Bray.

But this time, Bray didn't see the woman and girl he had been chatting with in the Federation.

"..." Marek was silent for a moment, then smiled.

“I killed him, I killed him with my own hands.” Marek said, then snapped his fingers.

“Breclas, I really envy you.”

"I hope you won't go crazy one day too."

After speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

"Levy, can you make ice cream?" Naruko asked Levy, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest.

"Huh???" Levy looked puzzled.

"No." She thought for a moment before answering Naruko's question.

"Eh, so it's not possible." Naruko had always thought that since Levy could make ice, it was theoretically possible for her to make ice cream as well.

"Hmm..." Levy always felt that Naruko had too high expectations of her.

“There’s no fighting outside,” Levy said to Naruko, twitching her ears.

Although when he came in, Bray looked ready for battle.

However, it seems that there is no war going on outside.

If that's the case, then the other side is definitely afraid of laying mines 0V0.

"No fight broke out? Then what's the point of us hiding?" Naruko said, a little disappointed.

If she had known that Bray wouldn't fight with the other side, she would definitely have just watched from the sidelines.

“Let’s go find Bray!” Levy quickly got up from the floor and breathed a sigh of relief at the door.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" Fierce flames erupted, melting all the ice that was sealing the door.

"..." The firelight shone on Naruko's face, making her look a little dazed.

When did Levy's fire become so fierce...?

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“You guys finally decided to come out.” Bray glanced at Naruko.

After Marek left, he discovered that Naruko had pulled Levy away and hidden.

This move is so realistic.

Levy's realistic attitude is definitely influenced by Naruko.

"Where is that guy?" Naruko looked around and found no signs of a particularly intense battle, nor could she see the guy who had suddenly appeared earlier.

"gone."

"I saw you looking like you wanted to draw your knife, and I thought there was going to be a fierce battle."

“No.” Bray also thought he would fight with Marek.

But to my surprise, Marek didn't stop once he started talking.

His talkativeness is comparable to Jonathan's.

Importantly, Bray didn't want to interrupt the other person in order to hear more.

“That guy has been holding me back for ages,” Bray muttered to himself.