A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, concern can cloud judgment, and Nisha probably didn't care whether Bray was truly dizzy or faking it, or whether he wasn't dizzy at all and was just being treated as if he was.

"Never mind, it's good enough if someone can treat me," Bray thought with a sigh.

Not everyone is as strong as the priest, and Bray never thought that anyone could completely heal him here.

Anyway, Nisha meant well, and that's all that matters.

But as he thought about it, Bray's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Bray frowned; was he really about to faint...?

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In a vast white space, Bray sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the enormous screen in front of him.

The screen was covered in static, and an unpleasant "buzzing" sound could be heard from time to time.

Beside him was the familiar "divine source".

He often came to this place, and even when he was sleeping, he would be pulled in and tempted by the "divine source".

As soon as he entered, Bray immediately understood what had happened and why his consciousness had been gradually fading.

"Hello? Are you there?" The static on the screen suddenly flickered, followed by a voice as beautiful as heavenly music.

With just a voice, the speaker can captivate countless people.

But Bray felt nothing; in fact, he wanted to get out as soon as possible.

"Not here." After much deliberation, Bray answered coldly. Bray bluntly denied that he was actually there.

If there were a button somewhere that could turn off the screen, he would definitely press it immediately.

"Word Spirit Star Themifik" is a very troublesome guy.

No, Bray would prefer to call this girl the "Chatty Goddess," that would be a more fitting title.

A talkative goddess is annoying, that's for sure.

"Eh—" The talkative goddess's slightly aggrieved voice came from behind the screen.

"I am, after all, a goddess to you Black Iron races. Couldn't you at least show me a little respect?" the talkative goddess tried to say.

Yes, He is an incredibly powerful golden race, so why should He be treated coldly by mere humans? That's just unreasonable.

“…” Bray fell silent. He was curious to know what it was about a goddess who could talk so much that she deserved his respect.

He understood that no matter how kind "Word Spirit Star Themifik" was, it was still essentially a Gold-type being, a being that surpassed the Iron-type.

Therefore, Bray also understands that to "The Word Spirit Star Themifik", he is just a pampered house cat.

No matter how much love you receive, you're still just a cat at heart.

If the other person is in a bad mood that day, they can abandon you.

However, it doesn't matter to Bray if the talkative goddess is a pet cat. Who says a pet cat can't be aloof?

There's also a market for aloof pet cats.

Since they were all like pets, he decided to continue being indifferent.

With that in mind, Bray became even more convinced that he should remain silent.

"Speak, speak to me!" The talkative goddess asked nervously after waiting for a reply from Bray for a long time.

He had gone through so much trouble to get through to this place, so he should at least give himself some face and say something.

Who would have thought that Bray would be so uncooperative?

"What exactly do you want to say by bringing me to this godforsaken place?" Bray said irritably.

“Just chatting,” Themifik said, as if there was nothing wrong with the statement.

I specifically connected to the main world just for casual chatting.

It's hard for a normal person to imagine how boring it would be to be isolated from Capras and only be able to watch the golden seed on a small TV.

Even those weirdos who spend all their time scheming to cause chaos back in Kapras can't bear the pain of being isolated from the world.

Now that the walls of Kapras have cracked, they have a wider range of influence and contact. The Golden Seeds are extremely pleased and even want to reach out and touch the floor of Kapras.

Themifik, on the other hand, was eager to find a Dark Iron race to chat with.

"I'm not in the mood," Bray sighed.

"Nothing major happened, right?" the talkative goddess asked, puzzled.

He knew what had just happened in Bray, but Themifik was unmoved by it.

Why did He feel sentimental about this matter concerning the Black Iron race?

The fisherman was nice, and the girl was nice too, but I didn't feel anything else.

Themifik was able to observe Kapras, and had seen countless tragedies; he had already expressed all the sentiments that needed to be expressed.

That fisherman was destined for this fate from the very beginning, and the gods were neither saddened nor pleased by it.

Because there were no unexpected events.

If Themifik is particularly interested in anything, it's the unexpected events in the daily lives of ordinary people.

Recently, I've been quite curious about some unexpected little things in daily life, such as Bray having a child.

Most importantly, it was created by combining with that pink human.

Shocking! Generally speaking, shouldn't one choose an excellent mate? Why would Bray choose this human who exudes such a sense of regret?

“Is there a button to turn off this screen? The static is making me uncomfortable,” Bray said after a moment of thought.

"Don't you understand? I thought you could see it very clearly from your side," Themifik said in a puzzled tone.

That slightly dazed tone of voice was both adorable and incredibly sacred, a harmonious blend of various qualities.

“Hmm.” Bray nodded expressionlessly.

"I reconnected, how is it now?" Themifik said wearily after fiddling around on the other side of the screen for a while.

“…” Bray frowned; the screen was now in very high definition.

The face of Themifik was covered as he appeared on the screen, holding a pile of text in his arms.

Yes, if Bray wasn't mistaken, those were words.

As for why the word could be held, don't ask Bray, he doesn't know either.

Bray also wanted to experience what it was like to have a text-themed body pillow, but unfortunately, that was just a concept, something he would never be able to experience in his lifetime.

“I know it quite well,” Bray replied helplessly.

"Could you turn off the sound?"

Bray felt he had gone too far, but since he had already asked, he couldn't take back what he had said.

"..." After realizing the meaning behind Bray's words, Themifik fell silent instantly.

"I am a goddess, after all..." Although her voice was still very pleasant, it carried a hint of sadness.

Damn it, He's angry.

I'm going to climb over the wall and beat this human up.

"So what exactly do you want to talk about?" Bray sighed deeply.

"Huh?" Themifik was a little surprised when he sensed that Bray's tone had softened.

“I can’t turn off the screen, and I can’t turn off the sound. What else can I do besides talk to you?” Bray revealed the truth.

My obsession has come to an end; the talkative goddess doesn't seem to be willing to let me go at all.

"I want to know about your child," the talkative goddess said, rubbing her hands together excitedly on the screen.

He had previously shown great curiosity about Bray's child in the test results.

That's an extremely rare existence; it's not powerful, but it's just exceptionally rare.

“Not born yet,” Bray said.

My daughter hasn't even been born yet, what's there to talk about? Let's move on from this topic.

"It doesn't matter if you're not born yet."

"That's your child with that pink-haired human, even rarer than the mixed-race people around you." Themifik was excited; you could tell how gossipy he was even through the screen.

The tone was exactly like someone wanting to ask, "Tell me why you slept with her," "Why a daughter?" or "Do you like daughters?"

“Fate…” Bray forced out the word.

"..." Themifik was a little doubtful.

But none of that matters.

"Tell me quickly why you slept with her!"

"Why a daughter??"

Do you like daughters?

"Why choose the worst one when there are so many better potential partners around than the pink-haired girl?"

"A tragic fate," Bray used a more fitting word to describe it.

This word is sufficient to answer most of Themifik's questions.

This time, the talkative goddess thought it made a lot of sense.

Yes, it was a tragic fate.

“You still have questions to answer, there are still several,” Themifik asked, as if he had just realized something.

“…” Bray’s lips twitched.

Are all the golden races so boring? This is practically the everyday gossip of women on the street. "So it's really interesting how the civilizations of lower races are."

"From fighting with wooden artifacts to becoming highly magical, civilization will reset itself once it reaches a certain level of development." Themifik had unknowingly steered the conversation to a very magical place.

Even Bray himself didn't find anything strange about it.

Why did you start talking about civilization from your own daughter?

Isn't this a normal procedure?

Anyway, Bray thought it was all very ordinary and nothing particularly surprising.

However, just as Themifik was speaking excitedly, the screen turned into static again.

His voice gradually became indistinct.

"Why is the signal getting worse?" Themifik shook the screen, making a muffled and dissatisfied sound.

Bray frowned; it seemed that the pleasant time with this talkative goddess was over.

I feel a little sorry for Him, after all, who knows when we'll be able to chat with the talkative goddess again.

The walls of the world may have cracked, but that doesn't mean they've disappeared.

Even if the Golden Seed tries to intervene in Kapras, it will still be thwarted.

Even just chatting like this must be quite tiring for Themifik.

“Wait a minute, I want to chat for another hundred years.” Themifik’s words reached Bray’s ears.

Veins bulged on Bray's forehead.

"..." He had initially felt sorry for Themifik, but now he just wanted that talkative goddess to get as far away as possible.

A hundred years? Who knows if he even has a lifespan of a hundred years?

Even if one of the elves came to talk to Him, Themifik would talk Him to death.

"The Word Spirit Star Themifik"? Isn't that just a chatterbox who's always clamoring to have a chat?

"Squeak squeak squeak—" Not only was there static on the screen, but also a particularly loud noise began to emanate from it.

Bray covered his ears expressionlessly.

Now he has to admit that Themifik's voice is more pleasant to listen to.

"Ah...it seems our conversation must end here," Themifik said with great regret.