A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He looked at the astronauts standing before the wreckage and thought of the other people who had come here time and time again.

"Let's go. As long as we're careful of those monsters, we can easily get out of this place."

"Don't come back after you get out." Redip didn't want to kill anyone, not even a group of people who coveted the treasure.

He will only drive the other party away.

Knowing that his collapse and depravity would lead to countless acts of murder, he had no desire to kill.

Every bit of bloodshed can be avoided.

“It seems Marek was wrong.” Night Frost didn’t respond to Redip, but instead muttered to herself.

Marek said that this Aragami must have gone mad long ago.

But no matter how you look at it, Redip has absolutely nothing to do with going crazy; in fact, he is quite rational and his thinking is not confused at all.

“We’re not leaving. After all, we came here specifically for you,” Night Frost said coldly.

A god who can still think is no match for me.

However, her goal was not to defeat Redip.

Night Frost snapped her fingers, and the people behind her took off their backpacks and scattered the powder inside as much as possible around them.

Most of the powder fell to the ground, but a considerable amount also dispersed.

Redup frowned upon touching the golden powder. The shower of golden powder added a new splash of color to the already vibrant underwater world.

After Redup got the powder on his hands, he rubbed them together with his fingers.

The powder was quite peculiar; simply touching it caused his condition to worsen.

The pale lines that had originally spread to the left gradually began to extend their claws to the right as well.

But Redip's expression remained unchanged; in fact, it could be described as calm.

Just like this dried-up underwater world, there is no possibility of waves.

“Not only will it worsen me, but if I lose control, I’ll definitely chase after these powders and tear them apart,” Redip murmured, sitting on the decaying deck.

"But I'm sorry to disappoint you, my condition can't get any worse." He shook his head regretfully and said softly.

Night Frost heard Redip's words very clearly, not missing a single one.

That's why she was shocked.

The price that the Aragami pays for gaining demigod power is the loss of self, the loss of everything, and in the end, their very existence is completely erased.

The closer you are to collapse, the less you should be rational.

But Redip looked just like a normal person, without exuding any demigod aura or showing any signs of losing control.

"Are you really an Aragami?" Night Frost couldn't help but ask this very childish question.

In her perception, Redip was undoubtedly an Aragami, but she simply couldn't be certain of Redip's identity.

“Aragami…a god? Some people even call me ‘the fisherman’,” Redip said in a relaxed tone.

"It's really strange why they think I'm a god," he said, looking at the Mathematical Society, which was on high alert.

After obtaining the power of the Aragami, Redip was aware of his own strength.

However, he did not believe that this was enough to be called a god.

He also did not have the real feeling of becoming a demigod.

God? He was traveling with Dove before, and he was reselling things with Dove to earn travel expenses. Does he look like a god?

"..." Ye Shuang brushed her long, black hair aside.

“You seem to be a strange fellow.” She squinted, scrutinizing Redip.

“I think so too,” Redup acknowledged Nightfrost’s statement.

"Witch! What should we do next?" the members of the Mathematical Society asked hurriedly.

This is not the time for idle chatter; they must have a mission to complete.

However, due to Redip's behavior, the members of the Mathematical Society had absolutely no respect for him.

Aragami? I've heard of them, but judging from the current situation, they don't seem to pose any threat at all.

Of course, Ye Shuang's state of mind was completely different from that of these small fry.

Only those who have fought against the gods can understand how vast the gap is between humans and gods.

Black iron species are truly ants.

"What should we do?" The witch's lips curved into a beautiful smile.

"Attack the enemy." Night Frost issued the order without hesitation.

Those ignorant members of the Mathematical Society also faithfully carried out the orders.

The magic in this secret realm could easily go berserk, so they picked up their weapons and attacked Redip.

Many of the members of the Mathematical Society who came to the secret realm had a background as adventurers and possessed considerable strength.

"..." Redip just sighed as he looked at the projectiles hurtling towards him and the people rushing towards him.

Why does the magic in this secret realm go out of control so easily? Has anyone thought about the reasons behind this?

The reason is simple: the magic going out of control is entirely due to Redip's concept.

"Tides" can also refer to waves of magic, which is why Redip can cause magic to surge abnormally and create magical turbulence.

This is also to prevent people entering the secret realm from engaging in casual fighting.

Without magic, the scale of the battle can be greatly reduced.

Moreover, he doesn't need to worry that this effect will affect the performance of the person who will come to fulfill the agreement.

The reason is that the other party doesn't know how to use magic. Without knowing how to use magic, whether or not magic goes berserk is completely meaningless.

"Boom!!!!" In this place where there wasn't a drop of water, a giant wave suddenly rose up.

The waves, carrying shipwrecks, swallowed all those who knew mathematics.

This also includes night cream.

Night Frost gritted her teeth, and a pale purple female phantom, engulfed in flames, appeared before her, blocking the giant wave.

This phantom was not summoned using magic, so it will not cause a magical outburst.

"Crack—" But the phantom that was subjected to the impact quickly shattered like crystal.

"Bang—" followed by a crisp sound that was drowned out by the sound of the sea.

The phantom image that Night Frost used for defense was shattered by the impact.

"This is clearly just a wave..." Night Frost couldn't imagine how a wave of such a short distance could have shattered this phantom.

"Witch-sama!!"

"Save us! Witch!"

The other members of the Mathematical Society were not as lucky as the witch to remain on the ground; without exception, they were swallowed by the waves and swept up in the chaotic currents.

“You’re not the kind of person who would kill someone.” Night Frost, her body soaked by seawater, let her long hair fall down, obscuring one side of her face.

Night Frost was certain that Redip was the kind of guy who wouldn't kill; she could tell just by looking into his eyes.

Just like his temperament, he was an ordinary fisherman, not a warrior who could kill decisively and had experienced many battles.

“You’re right, I don’t want to kill anyone.” After a few seconds of silence, Redip said slowly.

"I just intend to send them out of this secret realm." The wave connected with the water curtain on the side, sending all the members of the Mathematical Society out.

As they were being escorted out of the secret realm, these people looked at Night Frost with eyes filled with utter despair.

This is clearly just a wave with little destructive power.

But why? Why does it give people the feeling that they can never resist?

"And send out that powder too, it was really annoying," Redip added.

As he spoke, the markings on Redip's body spread out again.

Not only that, the texture and even the color have become darker.

Redup looks like a block of ice that could shatter at any moment because of these cracks.

These powders were indeed very effective; even after such a short period of contact, they significantly worsened Redip's condition.

Redup gradually felt that his consciousness was becoming somewhat unclear.

However, he was not yet ready to succumb to his own will; he needed to hold on for a little while longer.

It will only take a short while; it won't take too long.

Besides, a mere mortal like him probably couldn't last very long.

Perhaps... other blessed individuals can persevere for a long time; if it were them, they could probably hold on until Dove grows up.

I'm so envious.

"Sizzle sizzle—" The water on Ye Shuang's clothes evaporated, and her hair became much drier.

"Truly worthy of being a demigod." She gave Redip a deep look.

“I am not a god,” Redip said to Night Frost, resting his chin on his hand.

Night Frost can only say that Redip is really strong.

Redip didn't do anything intentionally just now; he simply wiped out all the people in the Mathematical Principles with a single thought.

Thinking further, this secret realm was probably born from a single idea of ​​Redip's.

To say something and it comes to you—that's a power only a god could possess.

This reminded Ye Shuang of a saying: "God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

Redip probably reached that level as well.

"You say you're not a god? Your power is so strong that it's enviable." Ye Shuang's face was slightly flushed, as if she was excited about something.

"If this doesn't qualify someone as a god, then what does?"

"God is originally a term used to refer to beings that are exceptionally powerful."

She certainly didn't fall in love with this god; she was simply awestruck by his divine power.

That kind of aspiration—if those Black Ring-Bearers were that strong, probably no one would die.

Perhaps that fool Nalan didn't have to die.

Weakness is the original sin, and a lack of desire is the root cause of the inability to become strong.

Since they are labeled as the "opposite" of those who uphold the precepts, their behavior and values ​​should be even more "opposite".

"Probably." Redip wasn't good at talking about these things with others.

He's not good at speaking and doesn't talk much; he wouldn't be the one selling or promoting things.

"It's truly enviable." Though her expression was cold, her eyes held an intense longing, a pure and powerful yearning.

“You’re a weirdo too,” Redip said, somewhat surprised by the other’s reaction.

“However, you should still leave.” Redip closed his eyes, and the water that had remained on the ground mysteriously disappeared.

Redip can make the tide come, and it can also make the tide go.

However, this time it wasn't just the tide that was withdrawn; an even more terrifying wave of magic surged directly towards Nightfrost.

Ye Shuang had no companions to help her; she was all alone.

Before them stood an invincible Aragami, and all their plans fell apart.

Failure, failure, failure! We didn't see anything. This time, we returned empty-handed from the secret realm.

However, Ye Shuang did not show any fear; in fact, she seemed somewhat intoxicated.

"Let me feel just how different you are from the Aragami I've encountered before."

"Let me deeply understand how vast the difference is between gods."

"Whoosh!!!" Black flames ignited.