Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Just as he usually spoke to Maria, he crouched down to her eye level and spoke to her in a very, very gentle tone.

"Maria, why are you singing to the wall?"

“It’s Beatetori, her name is Maria, and she’s here singing to the wall.”

"Beatrice came here, right? Genji and the others were still alive back then, weren't they?"

"Everyone came to sit in the living room, and Uncle Yuanji even locked the door."

"The door was indeed locked, so how did Beate Lizzie get into the living room?"

“But Beatrice is a witch, so it doesn’t matter whether there’s a lock or not. She transformed into a butterfly and slipped through the crack in the door.”

"Don't joke with me. How could this be? What nonsense are you talking about?"

“You probably don’t believe me, right? That’s why I didn’t want to tell you, because you wouldn’t believe me anyway. But Beatrice really is a witch, and her incredible magic is all-powerful. So a simple lock is no challenge for Beatrice at all.”

"And then? What happened to everyone after Beatrice appeared?"

"Beatel said that her grandfather's study is protected by a powerful force, and she can't get in no matter what she does. So, she wants to choose three more people from the four people in this living room to be sacrificed. Everyone said no. Granny Xiongze kept saying no, no, she was so agitated. But Beatrice still wanted to choose. Then, Beatrice said she wouldn't choose Maria. Do you know why? Because I have the scorpion amulet from the fifth magic circle of Mars. This amulet contains Lin Yan's sincere prayer for Maria's safety. Thanks to this power, Beatrice couldn't do anything to me. In this way, the sacrifices can only be three people other than Maria. And this is what Beatrice said."

"Come, face the wall, sing to me. You must keep singing, so that no matter what you hear, you won't hear it, and you won't know what's happening. Come, let me hear your joyful song some more."

"So Maria kept singing and kept singing. So Maria couldn't hear anything, and then Lin Yan and you guys came."

"Do you think we'd believe something like that? Don't look down on us."

"So who are you going to suspect this time? Maria? Try killing Maria on the spot and see what happens? But even if you do that, Beatrice will still be 'there'. That way, the eighth night will end, and Beatrice will be resurrected."

"Don't joke with me. What kind of time is this? I don't want to hear this nonsense anymore. There's no such thing as a witch in this world. Stop using this to make a big deal out of me. I will never admit to this nonsense about Beatrice 'existing.' I absolutely refuse to admit it. So I will not let her exist, nor will I resurrect her. Legends are just legends, and I will never admit to such things."

"Stop talking, Lin Yan. These people weren't killed by Maria, nor did she abandon them to their deaths. It was Beate Tricky who came, and Maria couldn't resist, so she had no choice but to obey."

"Huh? Xia, Aunt Xia, the Right Princess Xia? Auntie is missing."

"Mom? Where did you go?"

"She just walked out while looking at the letter."

A letter? That makes sense. The other party had accomplished the task so well up to the eighth night, so of course they would want to leave a letter to boast about it.

They were so focused on interrogating Maria that they forgot to look for the letter.

But this house is full of dangers. Even though she has weapons, why did Princess Natsumi run out of the living room alone after reading the letter?

Zhu Zhixiang wanted to follow, so she reached out to pull the door handle, but the door only moved slightly and she couldn't open it.

"Mom. What's going on? Open the door, open the door for me."

This is understandable, because Ushiro Natsumi just picked up the candlestick that Lin Yan had smashed against the wall and dropped to the ground, then used it as a bolt between the handles of the two double doors of the living room, preventing the doors from opening. The candlestick's complex shape was precisely wedged into the door handle, firmly securing the two doors.

The daughter's cries for her mother were so heart-wrenching, but it was unknown whether they reached the ears of Consort Xia, the Right Palace Lady.

Princess Natsumi Ushiro appeared alone in the entrance hall, where the portrait of Beatrice was hanging.

Princess Natsumi Ushiro abandoned the last letter from Beatrice, which she had already read in the living room, picked up her rifle, and shouted loudly in the vast space of the entrance hall.

"I am Natsuhime Ushiromiya, the representative of the Ushiromiya family. Golden Witch Beaterich, show yourself."

The lobby was dimly lit.

Except for the central area illuminated by a faint light, the rest was filled with pitch black darkness. In this darkness, many butterflies emitting a golden glow flickered and stirred, while simultaneously mocking the darkness.

Princess Natsumi swallowed hard again, pointing the cold muzzle of her gun at the golden butterflies.

"You've finally shown yourself. I still can't believe that someone like you is real. But that's not a problem. I, who consider myself the representative of the Ushiromiya family, and you, who claim to be the heir to the Ushiromiya family headship, are both here now. Whether you are a witch or not is no longer important. Alright, let's settle this once and for all and see who is truly qualified to inherit the Ushiromiya family. It's me, Ushiromiya Natsuhi, or you, Beaterich. I accept your challenge."

The swarm of golden butterflies slowly took on a human form and stepped into the light. Udai-no-miya Natsuhime raised her rifle and glared. The witch raised her golden wand and smiled.

Princess Natsumi's finger slowly tightened on the trigger.

"preparation."

Lin Yan took a running start and slammed into the door, causing the candlestick that was being used as a bolt to bend and open the door a large gap.

Then he kicked the candlestick a few more times through the crack in the door, and finally the door opened.

Then they heard it clearly—a crisp gunshot.

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"Mother……"

"Zhu Zhixiang, you can't act rashly alone."

"Was that a gunshot? It was Aunt Xia Fei who fired the gun."

Who was shot at? The murderer.

The sound was coming from the entryway/hall.

The hall had become a ready-made stage.

Princess Natsumi lay supine on the ground, enveloped in a serene beauty, like a tragic heroine lying on the ground under the spotlight.

Zhu Zhixiang almost lost her mind and ran towards Consort Xia of the Right Palace.

On Princess Ushiromiya's forehead, it was as if a pigeon-blood ruby ​​was embedded. From it, a streak of blood-red makeup flowed, sweeping across the corner of her eye and across her entire face. A faint smell of gunpowder emanated from the muzzle of the rifle that Princess Ushiromiya still held in her hand.

So, it turns out that Ushiromiya Natsuhime shot herself in the forehead.

"Mother."

"It's inexplicable. Why would your aunt sneak out alone, and why would she shoot herself in the forehead?"

"Maria said that Aunt Natsuhime Ushiromiya only came out of the living room after reading the letter, right? But we didn't see the letter. Damn it, what did Auntie see that led her here?"

"I don't know, I don't know, this kind of thing doesn't matter at all. What happened? Why did you try to commit suicide? Why did you leave me behind?"

Zhu Zhixiang clung to her mother's remains, weeping incessantly.

Lin Yan, filled with rage and with nowhere to vent, snatched the rifle from Consort Xia of the Right Palace and kept turning around, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the darkness like a lighthouse, trying to find the figure of the murderer.

Despite his predicament, Jōji remained calm and tried to figure things out, but his efforts were unlikely to bear fruit, as only Maria remained unperturbed.

Does she believe that all of this is a predetermined fate?

All of this is just the prelude to a better world.

The gate to the land of gold is finally about to open.

"On the ninth night, the witch was resurrected, and no one survived. Then on the tenth night, the journey ended, and we arrived at the Golden Land. That's it, isn't it, Beaterich? Congratulations, congratulations! So, please take Maria to the Golden Land you spoke of. Now, take me there."

In this way, all the dead will be resurrected, and even lost love will be restored. Therefore, all the tragedies that happened today are as if they never happened to Maria, and even the days when she lost love are as if they never happened.

"Don't go too far. What's there to be happy about? What's there to congratulate? There have been eighteen people on this island. Fourteen of them died. Only the four of us are left. I will never die. Before dawn, no, before the typhoon passes and the sea cat returns to the dock, I will never die. I will live, I will definitely live."

"Lin Yan, save your breath. Guns are meaningless against Beaterich. And there's no question of living or dying; it's all over. The journey is over. Look at your watch."

Hearing her say that, I glanced at my watch.

The hour and minute hands will soon overlap at the apex, and it will soon be midnight, or 24:00.

Thinking about it carefully, the term "twenty-four hours" is really peculiar, as it is called both "twenty-four hours" and "midnight".

It is both the moment when a full day has passed and the moment when a new day is just beginning.

"Beaterich".

Maria suddenly shouted happily and ran into the shadows.

Doesn't this seem like she saw Beate Lizzie standing in the shadows, which is why she ran over?

Lin Yan, standing behind the gun barrel, Zhu Zhixiang, holding her mother, and Zhi, who was in a daze, all looked towards the shadows, towards the portrait of Beatrice. Meanwhile, Maria lunged at someone, at the figure in the portrait.

"How can such an outrageous thing happen? There is no such thing as a witch 'exists' in this world. I don't believe it. Someone like you cannot 'exist' because this is the human world. How can I allow a non-human being to exist? I absolutely will not allow it." Lin Yan pulled the lever of his rifle hard, and the ejected cartridge cases rolled to the ground. The next bullet was then chambered.

Then, Lin Yan looked closely at the golden witch from behind the gun barrel.

Maria turned around.

She turned around, holding the Golden Witch.

“I told you guns are meaningless, lead bullets are meaningless to Beatrice, humans are so stupid.”

"I don't acknowledge any witch or demon. Who are you? You dare to take a step, or even lift a finger? I'll shoot you right now."

"Hahaha."

The laughter of the two witches overlapped, and even the large clock in the hall seemed to laugh along.

That was the sound that announced the arrival of the twenty-four-hour clock, the sound that announced the end of the day, and also the sound that announced everything would return to nothingness. The rules clearly state that the witch wins when the time runs out.

"Lin Yan, let Brother Zhi and Zhu Zhixiang know that the journey is over and the witch has been resurrected?"

As a result, no one survived.

The witch will praise the wise man and bestow upon him four treasures.

First, all the gold in Golden Township.

Secondly, it is to resurrect the souls of all the dead.

Third, even lost love can be revived.

Fourth, let the witch sleep forever.

Rest in peace, my beloved witch Beatrice.

As the storm passed, the thick clouds that had lingered over the entire island finally began to dissipate.

The sunlight filtering through the clouds made it hard to believe that it had been raining heavily until yesterday.

As expected, the pier was bustling with activity as large groups of sea cats reappeared, making lively noises.

Police then arrived on the island to conduct a search of the scene.

The children are believed to have survived to the end, but their bodies were never found. However, based on the body parts found and the unimaginably gruesome scene, the police had to conclude that almost all 18 people, including the children, could not have survived.

The stories of how tragic the witch's feast was, and how beautiful the Golden Land was, were only told to those present.

As for those who arrived after the banquet, they had no stories to tell them, so they could only imagine what had happened in the past two days.

However, witches are very capricious.

She deliberately left this untold story behind, so that it could be passed down through generations.

A few years later.

An incredible glass bottle was salvaged by fishermen at a pier on a nearby island.

It was stuffed with crumpled notebook pages filled with tiny writing.

The above is the story.

Through these notes, people finally learned what exactly happened on those two extremely mysterious and bizarre days starting October 4, 1986.

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This incident was later known as the "Rokkenjima Mass Murders" or the "Rokkenjima 18 Murders," but some people have called it the "Witch Legend Serial Murders," which has been passed down through generations.

Those who are fond of the occult claim that someone sealed off the entire island to carry out an immoral ritual, which led to this result. They each offer their own interpretations, making these two extremely mysterious days seem even more cruel, and spreading such claims.

But no matter what the explanation, it does not point out the truth of the whole incident.

The notes in the bottle, while recounting the entire mysterious event, did not mention the truth.

No, perhaps even the person who wrote these notes didn't know the truth.

Or perhaps he wrote it because he wanted to know the truth.

According to the writer, her name is Maria Ushiromiya.

Furthermore, the police's desperate search uncovered a part of Maria's body—her jaw.

The fact that this part of the body was identified through dental records is a valuable case in this incident.

Given the tragic circumstances, many parts of the body were unrecognizable as to whose remains they were, making this jawbone remains quite fortunate.

Based on the condition of her missing jaw, the police determined that even if no other parts could be found, or if she was mixed in with other unidentifiable remains, her chances of survival were close to zero.

Let's end this story with the last passage from Maria Ushiromiya's notebook.

"If you see this notebook, I believe I will already be dead by then. The only difference will be whether or not a body remains. Please read it and try to uncover the truth. This is my only hope."