A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Carlogaris controls the power of his entire body by regulating the flow of his magic.

This is why Carlogaris can wield two greatswords and swing them at terrifying speeds.

However, there is another problem: the value of this strength point is not very large.

Similarly, because the greatsword is lighter, the power of its strikes will be very weak, and it will not be able to exert the destructive power that the greatsword should have.

To unleash the full destructive power of the greatsword, one needs to amplify their own strength at the moment of the strike.

A rapid swing, immense power, the heavy greatsword.

When these three elements come together, the final destructive power is terrifying.

In the ruins, Carlogaris demonstrated the correct way to use "Beers," which was absolutely devastating.

These operations sound simple, but when you consider the frequency of sword swings, the details become chilling.

The faster the sword is swung, the more frequent the fluctuations in power become.

Kalogaris can slash fifty times per second, which means he has to change his power a hundred times in one second.

They also need to adapt to the effects of mutated forces in the midst of fierce battles.

This requires terrifying skills, and of course, formidable physical abilities.

And another thing is needed, which is a sufficient total amount of magic power to support such a crazy change in power.

In order to improve his combat ability, Bray must learn Carlogaris's tricks.

Lacking the talent to learn magic, Bray could only have Mira inscribe magic circles on his body.

"bass--"

With his greatsword drawn, Bray gripped "Beers" in one hand and twirled it in the air.

"Incredible, how did you do that?" Mira exclaimed in surprise, then looked puzzled.

"A little trick someone taught me." Bray sighed.

“The power has decreased, but I can swing the sword more easily now. I think I understand the principle.” Mira quickly grasped the details.

“No wonder he’s the gravedigger.” Bray raised an eyebrow.

Just now, Bray tried to activate the "Powerlessness" spell circle behind him, and the result was as he expected: he could pick up the greatsword with one hand.

At such a terrifying level of "skill," Bray can find the balance point of power with absolute precision.

In other words, if the speed is sufficient, Bray can swing his sword at the same speed as Carlogaris.

However, Bray doesn't have that kind of speed.

Moreover, the time that Bray can use the magic circle to fight is not long.

His total magical energy and physical condition are too poor; frequent switching and prolonged use will take a toll on Bray.

Under normal circumstances, it's best to use a longsword.

Bray sighed and touched the "swan song" that he had deformed.

The transformation of "The Last Echo" was entirely due to that punch that came from the sky.

If Bray wasn't mistaken, it was a devastating blow from the Golden Seed.

It's really fortunate that the "Final Echo" is tough enough; it didn't rot, while the Polluter was smashed to pieces.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been the scene where Bray kills him in the end.

"Have you gotten stronger?" Mira looked at Bray with interest.

"Yes, I've gotten a little stronger, but I still need to train."

If you want to become stronger, work hard yourself and don't expect something like "divine source".

As a human, I just need to gradually become stronger.

“Exercise, huh? Human lifespan is very short,” Mira said quietly.

"Can you become strong before you get old?" Mira asked.

“Who knows what the future holds?” Bray shook his head.

“I’m leaving,” Bray said suddenly.

Mira was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Will you come back?" Mira asked tentatively.

Mira, as a newly appointed gravedigger, was not used to loneliness.

The arrival of Bray made Mira unable to bear the loneliness any longer; he was an interesting adventurer.

"Probably."

“It’s so boring being alone here.” Mira lowered her eyelids and stared at the oil lamp in her hand.

“Yes.” Bray seemed to be deep in thought.

"However, you always have a purpose when you come to see me."

"Didn't you come out to find me for a reason?" Bray retorted.

Mira came out to see Bray to relieve her boredom, which could be considered one of her purposes.

“We do things for a purpose.” Bray looked up at the sky, which was obscured by trees.

"Just like when I look up, it's because I want to see the sky."

“You can’t see the sky from here,” Mira complained.

"It was just an analogy," Bray said calmly, completely oblivious to the criticism.

"See you next time. Don't stay here too long, you living thing." Mira gave a stiff smile.

"A very beautiful smile."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly.

Birdsong filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the leaves onto the ground. "A hero of the Federal Civil War, now the President—"

"Pride Oman".

In a large parliament hall, several heavy voices rang out.

Pride stood in the very center of the council chamber, the lights shining on him while the rest of the room was completely dark.

In the dim light, the figures of the seated councilors could be vaguely seen.

They are the people known as the Fifty Members of Parliament.

Although the federal legislators are officially elected, these fifty individuals have remained largely unchanged.

These fifty people have been in office for nearly twenty years.

The selection of members of parliament is rife with behind-the-scenes manipulation; many candidates cannot even get a chance to enter the election, let alone squeeze anyone out of parliament.

There is no such thing as absolute fairness in the world, and the monopoly of power often occurs.

This setting makes the conference hall look more like a courtroom.

In fact, what the parliament is doing is similar to a trial.

"What explanation do you have for your unauthorized actions?" a sharp voice asked.

"For the Federation, I have no other explanation," Pride said arrogantly, raising his head.

"Do you know what kind of damage your actions have caused to the Federation?" a female voice asked.

"We have suffered a severe blow, both economically and in terms of reputation," the woman continued, her voice filled with dissatisfaction.

“Yes, Pride, you need to understand how terrible the things you’ve done are,” an old voice said.

Then a murmur of discussion arose in the council.

"Is this why you bypassed the Supreme Court to try me?" Pride glanced around.

Despite the dim light, Pride's eyesight allowed him to clearly see everyone's face and their complex expressions.

“Watch your words, President Pride,” a man said in a deep voice.

"Even if you are the president, you must understand that in our federal government, power is divided into three parts," the aged voice continued, carrying a warning tone.

“I know very well,” Pride said without fear.

As the president of the federal government, Pride believed he had done nothing wrong.

The only person who could judge him was that judge of the Supreme Court.

“We are not judging you, but discussing whether you are capable of continuing to serve as president,” another voice said.

"If we believe you are no longer capable of serving as president, we will begin a new presidential election." These words were a blatant threat.

Pride just smiled.

He became president by virtue of his outstanding achievements in the Civil War and the unified support of the people.

In a sense, it was Pride who ended the Union's long civil war.

An undisputed federal hero, at least from the perspective of the current federal government.

From the perspective of the rebels in the civil war, Pride was simply a cold-blooded killing machine.

Pride was the one who slaughtered an entire army.

"If people do not elect me as president, I will step down without hesitation."

“But if it’s simply a matter of you not choosing me to be president, I refuse,” Pride said coldly.

"Thump!" A loud sound rang out as someone slammed their hand on the table and stood up.

"We represent the opinions of the people."

"We are the Federal Parliament!"

A cacophony of voices arose, clearly expressing dissatisfaction with Pride's attitude.

“No, in my opinion, you are not qualified to represent the masses.” Pride stamped his foot angrily.

As Pride stepped forward, the light above his head flickered a few times.

The lights began to sway.

“Even though you are still the president!” a woman shouted.

“But you still have no right to question our parliament!” a lewd voice said.

"Our council has power equal to yours!" the fifty council members finally declared in unison.

"Hmph!" But Pride just snorted coldly.

A cold snort overshadowed the entire councilor's imposing manner.

An oppressive atmosphere hung over the parliament hall.

Pride, a man so arrogant it's suffocating.

But no one can question the source of this pride.

Powerful, both in spirit and in combat.

From the very beginning, Pride's will has never changed.

“Then, do I not have the same rights as you?” Pride spread his arms wide.

At this moment, the council hall was like Pride's stage.

The lights illuminated this proud figure.

"So what are you doing?"

"Fifty members of the federal parliament."

"Power seems to have left you with nothing but rotten bones."

Pride's words provoked the anger of the fifty members of parliament.

Corruption is something everyone knows about.

However, this doesn't mean Pride can say it outright.