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It hates the unreasonable, barbaric man in front of it who doesn't care about the important meaning of "the continuation of life".

It originally thought that all things were compatriots, and even if they fought each other because of different racial concepts, they would eventually return to the group and understand each other.

But now, it only wants to do everything in its power to kill the man in front of it.

For the first time, the Butcher also received a boost from emotional stimulation—its power exploded as the emotion reached its peak.

The mast shattered from the force of the recoil the moment the Butcher leaped down, the broken pieces scattering and falling into the abyss of the sea, creating huge waves.

"Bang!!!!!"

It punched Tomat hard in the face.

The latter tilted its head, as if spinning due to the force contained in the blow.

"Gaa ...

The Butcher let out the distinctive, piercing roar of the Terror Fish, forcing those around him to cover their ears.

A barrage of fierce blows rained down on Tomat's body, accompanied by furious roars.

The shockwaves and sound waves generated by the collision have become visible ripples, and the entire space seems to be distorted by its continuous beating.

Bathed in it, Tomat's body trembled violently, each move causing his body to shake.

—But they did not retreat.

Tomat simply stood there and absorbed all of its attacks.

"Gaaaaaaaahh ...

The Butcher's attack paused for a moment. It leaned forward slightly, and the tentacles behind it came to the front, their tips pointing directly at Tomat. At the same time, its face split open, revealing a huge gap. Then, the tips of the tentacles and its face simultaneously emitted a dazzling light.

The light condensed and took shape, transforming into a gigantic pillar of light that shot out, engulfing Tomat's body and extending infinitely backward, dividing the ocean.

It is an energy attack.

This force continued to increase, raising its arms and launching a similar attack, further increasing the output of the existing pillar of light. The diameter of the attack increased several times over, and the energy intensity evaporated everything in its path, leaving the sea unable to heal for a long time.

Although the attack was aimed directly at Tomat, the people standing in the opposite direction were still overwhelmed by the faint emanation of this energy, making it difficult for them to breathe and move freely.

"If it were to spin around in place while using this move, it could flatten a huge area of ​​the ground..."

As Ghost Shark was assessing the power, Eleanor suddenly asked:

"Hey, aren't you guys going to help? The rookie knight's about to be taken down!"

That immense power was far beyond what a hand cannon could match, and Tomat was currently being bombarded at point-blank range. Logically speaking, no material could easily withstand such an attack.

—That's how it should be.

"I told you not to call me by that name, didn't I?"

Thomas's voice suddenly emanated from the energy, easily drowning out the noise produced by the energy compression and emission.

A pair of hands emerged from the pure white energy beam, grabbed the Executioner's severed head, and forcefully squeezed it shut.

The blocked energy went berserk for a moment, spraying everywhere. Although it was stopped in the next instant, it still caused its entire body to emit overloaded soot.

Thomas was completely unharmed, not even his clothes were damaged.

The extremely destructive combos, the energy enough to vaporize everything, were like a tickle to him.

"Kill me? With that?"

As Tomat released his grip, the Butcher collapsed to the ground, limp and boneless, like a squid pulled from the water.

Elena looked at Tomat, her mouth half-open as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time. She just looked at Carmen and Dario and then realized that their expressions were actually similar to hers.

The next moment, everyone's attention returned to the Butcher, for it had stopped attacking and was now looking at Tomat with its faceless form, questioning him with intense resentment:

"What—what exactly do you want to do?"

What's the point of doing this?

"And what right do you have to treat us like this?!"

This question stumped Tomat.

He pondered for a moment, glanced at the judge and the deep-sea hunter beside him, and pointed at them at the Butcher, asking in return:

"You killed their people, soldiers."

Tomat looked at Dario and the others.

"They also killed their family members and friends."

Then she looked at Skadi and the others.

"When you caused them so much trouble, they must have had similar questions, but did you answer them?"

The Butcher has been searching for an answer.

But now it has become the one being questioned.

Faced with Tomat's question, it could only stand there and listen quietly.

Perhaps they were seeking an opportunity to communicate, or perhaps they were simply pretending to listen while secretly conserving their strength, preparing to escape at any moment.

Regardless of its purpose, it did choose not to act rashly.

"You just wishfully think that this is a natural cycle, that it is meaningful for those people to be killed and eaten, and then continue to take your advantages for granted to repeat the same mistakes, creating countless people who hate you, and then you look down on their hatred, cannot understand their desire for revenge, and think it is meaningless."

Tomat had quite a bit of experience with hatred.

Because there were indeed many people who hated him in the past, and the reason for hating himself was indeed because Tomat had done things that made people hate him.

For example, killing off someone else's tribe until only a small group remains.

The remaining people harbored no less hatred for him than the butcher, but he would never consider others' hatred to be unreasonable, nor would he demand that others "understand" him based on personal reasons such as "he was ordered to obey orders or he would die."

That's why he was able to communicate with the Butcher as someone who "had some experience".

"You use your own gains to persuade those whose interests have been harmed to accept the status quo, and then spout nonsense about 'everyone can become compatriots' and profit together. Then you look down on those who are dissatisfied with these things and take revenge out of anger. There should be a limit to shamelessness."

It's only natural that you're hated for doing the wrong thing; this is a principle that Tomat has long accepted.

Only someone who has absolutely no idea what they've done would ask such a foolish question as the Butcher.

"However, I quite like your current mood. You hate me so much and are so dissatisfied with me, so you can at least understand how other people who are treated like this would feel, right?"

Now, Thomas hopes that the butcher who has learned to hate will understand the folly of his problems.

What right does a monstrous fish, which follows the group's values ​​and imposes them on and harms other creatures, have to resist the ideas of other creatures that it considers "meaningless"?

The butcher raised his head and replied, puzzled:

"Understand? Understand what? The sacrifices of predation for evolution, and the root of homomorphic revenge driven by emotion—"

"boom."

Before it could finish speaking, it turned into a cloud of soot.

"what……"

Thomas rubbed his temples with some relief, then said to the wisp of smoke dispersed by the sea breeze:

"It was wrong of me to expect you beasts to improve..."

[Event] The Fool's Tale: Final Chapter - The Fool's Tale

"...Dead?"

"died."

The Great Tranquility has ended, and the Slaughterers have completely disappeared. The sea, which was ravaged by various attacks just minutes ago, has returned to calm.

However, the death of the Butcher was too abrupt. One second it was still being defiant, and the next it vanished into thin air. Compared with the strength and oppressive aura it had previously displayed, its death was too hasty, to the point that even those who were wary of it felt it lacked reality.

This battle was neither grand nor magnificent; it did not rise to the level of racial justice, nor did it explore too many ideological conflicts or philosophical viewpoints.

It was just an ordinary fight where the outcome was determined by the difference in their strength.

After several tens of seconds of silence, and after sorting out their thoughts, everyone gradually accepted reality. During this time, it seemed even more silent than the previous stillness.

“I knew he was strong, but this is just…”

If left unchecked, it will destroy the world—this has always been Dario's understanding of the Terrorfish species.

Today, he applied this understanding to an individual for the first time, and that individual was utterly powerless against Tomat and turned to dust.

Even though he was mentally prepared, his understanding was still refreshed once again.

"Although that Hai Si was incredibly foolish, I think I understand what he meant by 'foolishness'—for over a hundred years, any knowledge I have gained about 'power' is nothing but the ignorance of a frog in a well."

Everything that happened here was so shocking that it made one almost give up thinking, but Carmen still subconsciously began to reflect on the meaning of her presence here.

The original plan was to fight against the Sea Siren and search for the whereabouts of the Fool.

Knowing that he might not be inferior to the powerful Hai Si, he came to this place prepared for a bloody battle.

However, in reality, given the vast difference in strength, it offered almost no help.

At this moment, he was more of a simple witness on the Fool, imprinting all the incredible things that had happened into his mind.

"My presence here has no impact on any process. I'm like an insignificant passerby or an idiot. Does my being here really have any meaning?"

Such reflections came to Carmen's mind, but she arrived at her own answer in the next instant.

Even if Carmen knew early on that the only purpose of his presence there was to witness it, he would never have believed that staying in Granfallo and doing nothing was the right choice for him.

Whether as an "Iberian saint" or simply "Old Man Carmen," he would not have made this choice.

With the death of the Butcher, the operations of the Eye of Iberia and the Fool came to an end.

Although Carmen knew that these outcomes would still be achieved without him, he was still happy to accept them.

Because a good ending is extremely rare for Iberia.

He temporarily set aside his reflections on whether it was "stupid" or not, and gladly accepted everything as it was.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"

The residents of Granfalo, who had endured a nightmarish night, were awakened in the early morning by a familiar yet unfamiliar sound.

Although most people hadn't slept all night, they still mustered all their energy and looked in the direction from which the sound came.