A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The "Scorched Earth Emperor" disdains meaningless destruction.

Over the long years, the "Scorched Earth Emperor" fell in love.

His beloved was a Dark Ironborn, a beautiful elf.

Unfortunately, the elves did not love the "Scorched Earth Emperor".

"Give up, I won't fall in love with you, Scorched Earth." A pleasant voice came from the elf.

"Why! Antonia!" the Scorched Earth Emperor exclaimed in bewilderment.

"Because if you don't love someone, you just don't love them."

"I can't understand, I can't understand this illogical thing!" The wise "Scorched Earth Emperor" was in pain.

"Scorched earth, there's no need to understand it, because it's inherently incomprehensible." The elf's voice was equally sorrowful.

"No matter how good you are to me, I can't fall in love with you."

The "Scorched Earth Emperor" roared, his complex emotions of resentment, anger, and jealousy causing him to lose his reason and be controlled by the impulses of the demons.

He overwhelmed the spirits and defiled them.

That racial barrier was broken down by the "Scorched Earth Emperor," allowing the two to unite across their very existence.

However, this union is painful for the elves.

There was no joy to speak of; it could only be described as devastation.

When the "Scorched Earth Emperor" saw the elves' tears, he realized that he was being controlled by his wild impulses.

What was even more terrifying was that He finally realized the collapse of His own will.

That was the evil consequence of the "divine source".

"Scorched Earth, you shouldn't have done this." The elf's voice held no anger, but rather deep sorrow.

"—No, I'm sorry, no, I'm furious!" The Scorched Earth Emperor began to ramble incoherently.

This desolate god has not yet collapsed, but it is not far from collapsing.

"Divine Source" is a fragment of the Golden Seed, and it is by no means something that lower beings can accept.

The price that monsters pay for gaining intelligence and power is the overburdening of their will, soul, and body.

Paying the price for the three elements that constitute existence is undoubtedly a heavy burden, even for a god.

"Scorched Earth Emperor" abandoned his humanity and revealed the form of a lion.

An elegant, wise, and powerful presence.

Yes, even false gods possess an unparalleled charm in the mortal world.

"Scorched earth?" The elf stared blankly at everything before him.

"I'm sorry, goodbye, farewell, Antoria." The voice of the Scorched Earth Emperor echoed between heaven and earth.

The flames burned, but they were not intensely hot.

Even as the flames reached the elf, they didn't burn a single hair.

The flames were so warm.

"Farewell, Scorched Earth." The elf looked towards the horizon, the place where the "Scorched Earth Emperor" had vanished.

Then the elf returned to her homeland, the homeland of the snow elves.

Not long after, the elf discovered she was pregnant.

With mixed feelings, the elf kept the child and planned to raise him well.

However, the descendants of the Aragami are not ordinary.

It took more than forty years for the fairy to give birth to the child, which caused a great deal of discussion among the people around her.

Even though elves live twice as long as humans, forty years is still a very long time.

The child was born and inherited her mother's beauty beautifully.

Long, light blue hair, and captivating, aquamarine eyes.

This child will definitely grow up to be a beauty.

However, things began to change after the child turned two.

The child's appearance began to change into that of a monster.

"This existence is defiling this pure white land!" said the elder of the Snow Elf's homeland.

Others seconded the argument, because the child had become so terrifying that he could no longer be associated with the existence of a snow elf.

The children of elves habitually growl in low voices, their bodies covered in keratinous flakes.

This is not normal no matter how you look at it, and being ostracized is inevitable.

As time went on, Levy changed more and more, and her mother's face was full of worry.

The people of the Snow Elf's homeland could no longer tolerate such an alien existence.

Exclusion ultimately takes the form of violence.

The elf was mistakenly killed by his fellow countrymen, and the child was banished.

"Levy, live on..."

"Levy, in Mommy's eyes, you are cuter than anyone else."

"Levy, don't hold onto hatred."

"—Levy…"

A child, only a few years old, struggles in the wild.

As time goes by, it eventually drifts further and further away from humanity.

Or rather, deep down, Levy resisted becoming like those who killed her mother, yet longed to escape this monstrous body.

A mix of conflicting emotions swirled in my mind.

Year after year passed, and from the distant homeland of the snow fairies, Levy trekked through one unfamiliar place after another.

They were hunted and driven away time and time again.

Now, they live secretly in the forests surrounding the village of Skahn.

Unwittingly, ignorant people have given rise to a ferocious monster in the world.

A sorrowful, angry monster, and hidden among the monsters was a helpless child. Bray crouched down and poked the "dead" monster with the hilt of his sword.

"A hybrid... really..." Bray already knew about this so-called monster from the goddess's comments.

Of course, since Bray's appraisal skill level is too low, even with the goddess's complaints, he still can't know much.

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Hybrid Snow Elf (Monster Form)

The crystallization of the Aragami-transformed demon and the snow elf, due to the excessive power of the demon side, caused it to lose control and fall into a demon-like state. As long as the elf's true form is not harmed, it will be immortal.

Addendum: Wow! The offspring of the Silver and Iron races are truly rare. Let's take a look at them.

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As expected, it's still related to the Aragami. No wonder the girl's voice keeps popping into my mind.

Bray didn't kill the hybrid just now; he only stunned him.

Bray was quite confident in his stun techniques.

While it's not impossible for Bray to kill him, it would be a huge risk.

Didn't you see that the Knights spent so much time but didn't actually damage the elf's body?

Normally, it would be difficult for Bray to hit this hybrid because the hybrid's movements are too fast, and Bray would have a hard time keeping up.

However, with the knights drawing attention, they managed to hit the half-breed successfully through a sneak attack.

Bray wasn't strong enough to fight against an A-rank monster.

As for the "heart" that Bray threw out, it was actually something Bray just randomly pulled out of the shell.

Bray himself didn't know what it was; he was just giving Nisha the wrong information.

Of course, although the "heart" is still beating and looks dangerous, it is not actually possible for the "heart" to suddenly burst.

Polluters aren't everywhere.

"So, what should we do next... you hybrid?" Bray was having a headache.

I took it upon myself to save the monster, and I really didn't think about what would happen afterward.

"Roar!!!" Suddenly, the hybrid let out a roar.

However, the mixed-race individuals were unable to move.

The hilt of Bray's longsword pressed gently against the hybrid's collarbone.

The hybrid's center of gravity was perfectly suppressed by Bray at this moment.

For a time, the mixed-race individuals were unable to rise.

However, the hybrid soon began to wave its limbs and change its posture.

There are still many ways to counter this tactic of targeting the opponent's center of gravity.

Unfortunately, no one understands this better than Bray.

As the hybrid tried to struggle, Bray raised the hilt of his sword slightly and then struck the hybrid hard on a certain part of his body.

That spot is precisely the weakness of hybrids. Just like with people, hitting the corresponding spot can produce different effects.

Note that various adverse conditions such as fainting, paralysis, and suffocation are constantly emerging.

However, the weaknesses of each species are obviously different, and it would take a long time just to understand human weaknesses.

Not to mention other species, or even unfamiliar species.

However, Bray did just that; facing an unfamiliar entity, Bray easily found that weakness.

For Bray, as long as he can keep up with his opponent's movements or has enough strength to break through the enemy's defenses, many impossible things become very simple.

Without a doubt, Bray is a severely unbalanced adventurer, a complete negative example.

“Keep yelling, I’m listening,” Bray said softly.

—"Kill!!! Kill!!! Damn it!!"

—"Kill them!!! Eat them!!"

—"Kill everyone who wants to kill me!!!"

The sounds that Bray heard and the sounds that echoed in his mind were two completely different voices.

The overlapping sounds made Bray sigh.

"Angry? Resentful?" Bray looked at the grotesque-looking hybrid, his feelings a bit complicated.

It's normal to feel resentment towards someone who wants to kill you.

Bray didn't intend to say much; this hybrid, known as the "monster," hadn't actually done anything wrong.

Just as Marus's mother had said, not a single mixed-race villager was killed; they were all allowed to escape back to the village.

Those who lost their lives were all adventurers who wanted to hunt down hybrids.

"Roar!!!" The hybrid roared in resentment, but in Bray's mind it was a desperate cry.

"Why can't I move...why..."

"No, I don't want to die."

"Mommy, Mommy, Levy doesn't want to die..."

"Why does everyone want me dead?"

"Mom, why do you have to die too?"

Bray remained silent, listening quietly to the half-breed's roar.