A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Whether it's rocks or coral, this crab will crush anything that can be broken; that's its motto.

Of course, it can ignore everything on the seabed, such as the one-eyed human behind it.

Bray and Dove sat on the crab's back, waiting to reach their destination.

Dead fish eyes obviously can't speak crab language, so how did this crab become obedient?

"You're amazing, you can even communicate with this crab." Bray said, sitting cross-legged on the crab's back with his arms crossed.

This crab is so well-behaved, it's all thanks to Dove.

“Only a portion of marine life can communicate.” Dove shook her head; she wasn’t that capable. The truly capable one was Bray.

Who would have thought that Bray could beat the crabs so badly?

Dove still remembers how scared the crab was when he talked to it.

"Don't kill me! I don't taste good!" The crab's voice trembled slightly.

"I'd like you to give us a ride," Dove tried asking.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm all set! I'll take it or leave it!" The dialogue partner agreed to Dove's request without a second thought. It seems that as long as Dove isn't killed, anything is negotiable.

"I'm thinking of heading in this direction," Dove said, pointing in a direction at Bray's instruction.

"Okay, can you tell that human that I'll behave and please don't eat me?" This monster is a ferocious carnivore, but it's also afraid of being eaten.

—"..." Dove was speechless. She couldn't imagine how to cook such a big crab.

Dove has a small amount of marine ancestry, which allows him to communicate with marine life.

Unfortunately, Dove could only communicate with marine creatures that possessed a certain level of intelligence.

If they are purebred sea creatures, their range of communication is even wider.

Of course, in other words, this crab is actually quite clever.

“Still very strong,” Bray said, at least he couldn’t talk to the crab.

Although he really wanted to ride the crab, if he couldn't talk to it properly, he would end up killing it anyway.

But if he killed the crab, he couldn't stomach killing such a crab, and he felt it was a huge loss.

It's great now; the journey takes more than two hours because this crab can greatly shorten it.

"..." Bray wanted to lie down, but then he thought about how the crab under him might run away while he was asleep, so he gave up the idea.

I can't let go of the mount I finally got.

But soon, something that came into his view stopped him from overthinking.

It was a capsized ship, and a wrecked one at that.

The Mathematical Society's ship blocked the crab's path, so the crab swung its last remaining pincer, smashed a hole in it, and charged straight through.

"!!!!" Wood chips flew everywhere, and Dove instinctively covered his head and bent over.

Bray turned sideways, shielding Dove from some of the wooden blocks.

After the crab passed through, the entire ship belonging to the Mathematical Society fell apart on the spot, meaning the members of the Mathematical Society would have to find another way to leave.

"That's pretty wild," Bray muttered. This crab was indeed very fast, but the problem was that when it smashed things, the pieces would fly everywhere.

Bray is unlikely to be injured, but it's hard to say about Dove.

"It's a bit unstable here." As the crab drifted away from the boat, Bray had time to observe the surrounding water curtain.

The seawater, pushed aside by some force, looks like a curtain surrounding a secret realm.

But these curtains always seem a bit unstable. Were they like this from the beginning, or did they only become like this recently?

"Moo—" A huge muffled groan came from outside the water curtain.

The sound was like thunder, coming from a giant whale.

The giant whale's gaze upon the scenery within the secret realm was eerie, like the gaze of someone waiting for prey.

It occasionally approaches the water curtain and then gently pats it with its tail.

But when it finds that nothing has changed, it will quietly drive away for a while before returning.

It wasn't just this one giant whale; various other marine creatures were doing the same thing.

It was as if everyone was waiting for the moment when the secret realm would collapse.

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The number of members of the Mathematical Society behind Night Frost had unknowingly decreased significantly.

This place was originally underwater, and it was inhabited by monsters.

However, Night Frost had no intention of paying any attention to those demons and usually just walked past them unless they were reckless enough to charge at her.

Of course, Night Frost will simply ignore those who can't keep up with the group and continue moving forward.

As for those who leave the group, their fate is self-evident.

"The road ahead is long."

Night Frost frowned as she looked at her high heels.

Although her heels weren't particularly high, they made walking very inconvenient on this terrain.

She casually sat on a nearby rock, took off her high heels, and exposed her snow-white feet.

She had considered using magic to aid her movement, but in this secret realm, magic could easily go out of control.

"Witch..." The person who was about to speak to report something shut up after seeing Ye Shuang's action.

"Is there anything so surprising about me taking off my shoes?" Night Frost said lightly, for to her, it was not an unseemly action.

Even though it looks nice, if it's uncomfortable, there's nothing wrong with taking it off.

"No, no," the person replied, bowing their head in fear.

"I just wanted to tell the witch that our ship has been destroyed."

"It doesn't matter if it's destroyed, I have a way to go back."

Night Frost said "I" instead of "we," but many members of the Mathematical Society did not notice this detail.

Some people noticed, but they just kept their heads down and didn't say anything.

"How many more people are carrying what I want?" Night Frost asked.

“Ten more people,” the member of the Mathematical Society replied immediately.

In terms of combat strength, all the members of the Mathematical Society combined are no match for Nightfrost.

But Nightfrost didn't want these people to fight. The Wild Gods hate all living beings; this is the result of the complete collapse of the three elements that constitute an individual.

It's quite nasty to hate the existence of those who possess what one doesn't have, but it doesn't seem to be a major problem.

Night Frost also learned of this information through Marek.

She had long known that the birth of the Mathematical Order was orchestrated by Marek, and she also understood that Marek was using her and other Black Ringholders as pawns.

But for Night Frost now, none of that matters.

What she wants to do right now is simply "steal the country," no, you could call it robbery.

There's no particular reason; if I had to give a reason, it would probably be wanting to experience what it's like to be an empress.

"Do whatever you want" is the perfect word to describe Night Cream.

Whether she was being used as a pawn or not didn't matter, because she did do what she wanted to do.

In the Kingdom of Baiting, there was also a person who upheld the precepts, so ordinary means could not possibly shake the kingdom, or rather, shake the person who upheld the precepts behind it.

Even without having met him, Ye Shuang could estimate the opponent's minimum strength.

Of course, if it's a fully-fledged, powerful god capable of easily destroying a nation, that's a different story.

"A powerful Wild God," Marek described the mysterious being in the secret realm in this way.

Night Frost doesn't have a way to control the Aragami, but she does have a way to attract their attention.

The backpacks of those members of the Mathematical Society were filled with gold powder.

The manufacturing method and origin are unknown; the only certainty is that the supplier is Marek.

The large amount of golden powder allows the Aragami to attack recklessly.

Then, when the time comes, Night Frost only needs to burn the golden powder in front of the Wild God, and the Wild God will launch a violent attack on Snowwind Fortress, where the golden powder has already been buried.

Doesn't that sound a bit like the taste of a drug addict?

What to do about that desolate god in the end? Night Frost doesn't care; a so-called "hero" will surely solve it.

The dilapidated White Court Kingdom will then be dealt with by the Mathematical Council, and all the pre-arranged matters will be settled.

"I'm really curious where this powder came from." After putting her shoes back on, Night Frost continued walking forward.

The powder that can target the Aragami... no matter how you look at it, the method of creating it is impossible.

"It's really uncomfortable." Night Frost moved her slightly uncomfortable feet.

Wearing high heels in this situation is indeed very inconvenient; I'll need to prepare some other shoes next time.

"My Lady Witch, is this secret realm boundless?" a member of the Mathematical Society asked, mustering his courage.

"Don't be rude!" At this moment, a companion whose face was completely covered by a hood scolded the member.

Who is the Witch? How dare these ordinary members ask such a question?

However, Night Frost was not angered by this.

“Boundless?” Ye Shuang suddenly chuckled, her usually aloof face blossoming with a smile.

Both men and women were stunned by the sudden blooming of this cold and beautiful rose.

Night Frost was already a beauty before, but after becoming a Black Ring Holder, she gained a unique charm.

This transformed her from an ordinary beauty into a black rose that could make people kneel at her feet.

"Isn't that right, Lady Witch? We've been walking for a long time." The member swallowed hard and asked as he walked.

“Stupid question, we’ve only been walking for less than an hour,” the man snapped again.

To call this place boundless after walking for less than an hour is incredibly foolish and naive.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Shuang stopped smiling briefly, because she was still in a good mood after being amused by this person.

"Since you asked if this secret realm is boundless, I'll answer your question." Night Frost suddenly stopped and turned around gracefully.

The hem of the robe spun around, and in a daze, the person asking the question seemed to see a black rose.

"This secret realm is not boundless, because we have reached its end."

"Am I right? An unknown, abominable god." Night Frost said softly, her back to the pile of shipwrecks behind her.

Night Frost was absolutely right when she said this was the end of the secret realm.

A massive curtain of water blocked all paths ahead. Further ahead lay a pile of shipwrecks, and beyond those wrecks lay the true ocean.

And at the end of the secret realm, the most important things are naturally the treasures and the master of the secret realm.

If we're talking about treasures, these shipwrecks, which contain countless riches and goods, can be considered treasures as well.

And the master of this secret realm is also here.

A man dressed in ordinary clothes, without minding the dirty seaweed on the ship, sat down directly on the deck.

Compared to these shipwrecks, this man was truly insignificant.

“You shouldn’t have come here, and you’re not the ones I’m waiting for.” Redip, once known as the “Fisherman” and a wild god symbolizing a bountiful fishing harvest, said to the crowd in a helpless tone.

Aragami, Aragami, this man has absolutely nothing to do with the word "god".

It lacks the aura of a powerful figure and contains no arrogant lines.

He was just like an ordinary fisherman, sitting on his usual fishing boat.

However, he still has some differences from ordinary people, such as the light blue lines that extend from the left side of his body to his forehead.

These patterns resemble cracks in ice, shallow yet profound.

The cracks also mean that Redip's collapse has become very serious. All three elements may begin to collapse at the same time, but the most obvious collapse will definitely be the physical collapse.