Super God: If I punch you, you will die

This time, red lines began to appear on Ryoji's body. These lines were as beautiful as snowflakes formed by milk dripping onto black tea. They gradually spread all over his body. As the lines became more and more intense, the pain they caused Ryoji seemed to become more and more severe.

Lin Yan stared at the strange patterns, his pitifully limited imagination struggling to fathom how they had ended up in such a bizarre state. He was utterly dumbfounded.

After a while, the same markings appeared on Zhu Zhixiang's body as well.

Zhu Zhixiang: "Waaah...waaah."

Lin Yan: "Stop... We didn't do anything wrong, and Zhu Zhixiang didn't either... Stop."

Zhu Zhixiang: "Lin Yan, don't lose to her. You have to deny and destroy this kind of witch. She is an illusion. As long as one person denies her, she can't exist."

Lin Yan: "Zhu Zhixiang, are you alright?"

Rangzhi was no longer human; he looked like the leftover scraps after the meat had been removed during cooking.

It is probably only the jaw and the shape of the ribs that remain, still retaining some traces of a human.

The red of the tattoos on Zhu Zhixiang's body is getting darker and darker, clearly indicating that she will also meet the same end.

Maria: "Lin Yan, hurry up, trust Beaterich, otherwise everyone's magic will be broken."

Lin Yan: "Maria, your whole body too."

Beaterich: "I can use magic to resurrect all the dead, but the magic won't truly work unless you believe it. Of course, a man like you wouldn't give in so easily, would you?"

Zhu Zhixiang: "Lin Yan, we don't want to doubt our own people, we refuse to face reality, that's why we succumb to the witch. But Lin Yan, you're different. You won't succumb to the witch."

Lin Yan: "Zhu Zhixiang...Zhu Zhixiang."

Poor Zhu Zhixiang also met the same fate, becoming like Rang Zhi, a pile of leftover scraps in a butcher shop.

The two of them melted into a ball of minced meat, and it was no longer possible to distinguish which was Rang Zhi and which was Zhu Zhixiang.

Maria: "Lin Yan, don't cry. Beaterich can bring the dead back to life as many times as she wants, so don't be sad. So even if you die, it's okay."

Maria's body also began to be corroded by the red patterns. Seeing this, the foolish Lin Yan roared angrily.

Lin Yan: "I will not forgive you, not even if I die. To hell with witch, to hell with magic. I will use everything I have to deny you. I will never acknowledge you no matter what. Since you have gone this far in opposing me, I will absolutely not let you go. How dare you be an enemy of me, Lin Yan, the Right Palace Attendant. I will deny you no matter what. No matter how unsolvable these problems are, I will explain them using the concept of 'humanity'. Watch me completely wipe you out of this world, leaving not a single cell."

Beaterich: "Well said. That's how I've relieved my boredom of the past thousand years. Alright, explain it to me now, explain it to me using your so-called 'human beings and trickery' concept. Then you'll know the immensity of the world. Try and see if your human beings' accumulated hundred years can withstand my thousand years. It'll be more interesting to make you submit. Alright, I'll ask you, Lin Yan. How do you explain Maria's letter? How were those six people killed? What about the iron gate? How do you break the seal on the invoice? How do you enter the secret room of the gatekeeper? Where is Jia Yin's boiler room? Where is the living room where Genji and the others were? Why did Ushiromiya Natsumi commit suicide? What about the mystery of the inscription? Where is the Yellow Ushiromiya Kinzo? Alright, Lin Yan, let me witness the power of 'humanity'..."

Lin Yan: "..."

The Seven Stakes of Purgatory are seven pairs of magical spikes that symbolize the seven deadly sins.

It will obey the sorcerer's commands and hit the target and part of the body that the sorcerer wants to attack with perfect accuracy.

The spiked projectile flies at extremely high speeds and can deflect off obstacles such as walls to change its trajectory, so there are no blind spots. It can hit any cover, no matter what kind of cover you are hiding behind. In addition, the lethality can be adjusted by hitting different parts of the body.

This weapon is extremely powerful, but it will not be targeted by anyone who is innocent and has not committed the seven deadly sins, or anyone who has a strong resistance to magic.

A mysterious smoking room whose location is indistinguishable.

The witch Beaterich opened her mouth to ask a question.

Beaterich: "Which kind of black tea should I brew next? I can handle any famous tea, ancient or modern."

Another witch, Belloncasti, answered.

This black-haired witch was a little shorter than Beatrice, had a more childlike appearance, and seemed very quiet.

Bellencasti: "Plum black tea, and a pack of plums costs two hundred dollars."

Beaterich: "I've been drinking black tea for a thousand years, but I've never heard of this kind of tea. I'm never tired of living in this world."

Belloncastle: "Beyate, you don't need to be hostile towards me. I'm just a witch passing through on my journey, not here to break the rules of your territory."

Beatrice: "I have no hostility whatsoever. I'm just too worried about making a fool of myself in front of the legendary witch Sir Berencasti, that's why I can't keep my composure."

Berenstain: "This is a huge misunderstanding. I feel powerless. I am completely powerless in front of a witch like you who can kill a person a hundred times over."

Beatrice: "You, a powerless witch, possess unparalleled strength, which is truly admirable. After all, you once single-handedly defeated the legendary Great Witch, Sir Landa Tilta."

Berencaste: "It was just a contest of patience and winning; she just got bored."

Beatrice: "It's a pity that Landa Tilta didn't say that, Sir Berencaste. Excessive modesty can be ugly, can it?"

Berenstain: "Her power is terrifying; she can kill a person 'absolutely.' But there is no such thing as 'absolute' in this world, just like one divided by a number will never become zero. Her power can 'approach zero infinitely,' creating 'approaching absolute infinitely.' I never want to fight such a terrifying witch again."

Beaterich: "But you have the ability to make this happen as long as it's not zero. You say there is no 'absolute' in this world, yet you possess this 'absolute' power. How terrifying, how terrifying, hmph hmph hmph."

Berencaste: "You can kill the same person 'infinitely'; I find you far more terrifying."

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Beaterich: "You're joking. From your perspective, this ability is nothing to brag about. There's no benefit in praising me any further."

Berenstain: "Consider these pleasantries my toll. I'm a traveler, moving along these fragments to escape boredom. I heard you've started an interesting game, so I came to check it out. I'll leave when I find you uninteresting, so please don't worry."

Beatrice: "To have the great Sir Beryl Castiglione grace us with her presence is an immense honor for me, Beatrice. Heh heh heh. So, what are your thoughts?"

Berensti: "Landa Tilta is very cruel and busy, but I can understand her. You seem kind at first glance, but I can't understand you at all, so you are much more terrifying to me than she is."

Beatrice: "I'm a fickle person, please forgive me. And Sir Berencaster, don't you also like to leave your fate to the fickle dice?"

Berenstain: "When I roll the dice, I always know exactly what number I want to roll, but you're different. For you, every number on the dice is within your grasp. And no matter what number you roll, it won't disappoint you. No matter what number you roll, you'll be 'absolutely' satisfied. From that perspective, you far surpass me. You're the only opponent I don't want to face. You have nothing but clouds, so with my abilities, I have no chance of winning against you. You're the one who can best restrain me. Perhaps Landa Tilta would be better suited to deal with you? Because she could probably neutralize your 'infinity'."

Beaterich: "If you really want to drink black tea, you should drink it with a witch, because then you'll never be bored. Hehehe."

Berenstain: "That's good. Boredom is the only poison that can kill me, so I must ask the Infinite Witch Beatrice not to kill me, okay?"

Beatrice: "If you wish, I, Beatrice, can offer even more interesting programs. How about we play a game of chess right now? After all, to entertain you, the next story seems more suitable than a cup of tea."

Berencaste: "..."

Beaterich: "Please wait a moment."

With that, Beaterich vanished without a trace.

The remaining witches spoke up.

"It seems you've caught the eye of a formidable opponent. First, regarding her, she bears the name Beatrice, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's an 'individual woman,' do you understand? In other words, she's not any human being. She's an anthropomorphized version of the rules of this world. To defeat her, you must expose and unravel the rules of this world. For example, like a game of chess with unknown rules, you must observe and learn how to play. First, you must examine the entire board; second, you must discern the movement and role of each piece; and then you must identify her winning conditions in this game."

Once you uncover all this, you can find her heart within it, and then tear it apart or crush it as you please. I'm being quite generous. When I was still flesh and blood, it took me a full hundred years to notice these things. I'm giving you this small parting gift because I felt so sorry for you being imprisoned by Beate. It's like a spoon. A spoon isn't just for drinking soup.

It can be used to dig through the stone walls that imprison you, or as a weapon to pluck out the witch's eyes. Of course, you can also use it to endlessly drink that tasteless soup in the eternal prison. There's something I hope you won't misunderstand: I don't intend to stand by your side. I support you in spirit, but I won't help you physically. It's like watching TV; no matter how much you cheer for the characters, they can't hear you. So you should know that I am the real witch, right? I plan to watch the endless stories that Beatrice will weave until I'm sick of them. But if I just watch, I'll definitely get tired of it, so I'm helping you, so I don't get bored myself. I am the cruelest witch in the world; no matter what opponent I face, I will absolutely make them submit. Even the infinite witch Beatrice is no exception, don't you think? You are my pawn, so work hard. I'll evade her spies and give you advice from time to time; don't bore me."

The voice grew increasingly faint, and Lin Yan was practically driven crazy by the nagging.

Is Beate Lich the reincarnation of someone who chants scriptures?

At that moment, a voice rang in Lin Yan's mind.

[Ding, system activated. Please choose whether to remain in the "Umineko When They Cry" world. Proceed to the next world and fulfill the corresponding "conditions" to return to the "Umineko When They Cry" world. Returning to "Umineko When They Cry" will grant you the "Golden Treasure" (this asset can be legitimized in that world and can be brought back to the original world, to the next world, or to the final world. Accept the quest and proceed to the next world.]

"Yes."

Lin Yan naturally chose this mission. If he could really bring the treasure back and make it legitimate, wouldn't he be able to live a life of ease?

The next second he was plunged into chaos.

But when he woke up, he found himself on the street, surrounded by strangers. At the same time, relevant information appeared in his mind.

In a daze, Lin Yan seemed to see Rider again. Had he returned to that world? No, it was and it wasn't. The time was different; the timeline was before Stay Night.

"Speaking of which, I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time: what's your name?"

"My name?"

He has to decide his own name, and besides, he is indeed a new person, so he should just call himself by his own name—Lin Yan.

Without realizing it, he pressed his hand to his heart. This was something bestowed upon him by the Heroic Spirit. If that was the case, then at least he should.

"Lin Yan... what do you think of this name?"

"Isn't it Siegfried?"

“It would be too disrespectful to simply borrow the name, but this great kindness should never be forgotten, so I plan to use the name Lin Yan.”

Rider nodded deeply.

"That's true... Hmm, I think Lin Yan is a very good name too."

"Thank you. Then my name will be Lin Yan."

"Lin Yan, please take care of me!"

Seeing Rider extend his hand, the android… no, the transmigrator. The original owner was an android, and he too would live in this world as an android until he left. Despite a slight hesitation, he grasped the other's hand. Both deeply understood—the moment of final farewell was approaching.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Rider showed a slightly sad expression, then slowly shook his head.

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"No. You've been freed from this battle, you're free now. It's just a guess, but I think your lifespan should become the same as a normal person's, okay? So, just live like a normal person, and die like a normal person. That way, Saber, who saved your life, should be very happy."

Rider covered her cheeks with a gentle, girlish gesture and smiled. Then, as if deeply moved, she pulled Lin Yan's head closer and gently ruffled his hair with her hand.

After a while, Rider finally let go of him.

"Okay, you should go now. I'll figure out how to handle things on my end."

Hearing Rider's urging him to leave, Lin Yan nodded and then took a step back. Although his movements were slow, the distance between them was gradually increasing. Rider first waved goodbye to him reluctantly, but finally nodded as if making up his mind, casually picked up Gerd's body, and walked away with his back to Lin Yan.

"Rider! What should I do?"

Lin Yan called out to the receding figure. Rider turned around, beaming, and shouted back:

"You can do anything! You can do anything now! You can go to the city and meet all kinds of people, like or dislike certain people, and live your own happy life!"

"I see, that must be a very pleasant thing," Lin Yan thought to himself. Although there was still a sense of unease deep inside him, like a thin film covering his skin, he tried his best to avoid thinking about these things.

Rider breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

That Lin Yan is no longer someone who needs protection. With his strong physique and top-notch magic circuits, it's not impossible for him to live a peaceful life in the world.

Of course, the price Yggdrasil paid was too high, the most fatal of which was the loss of Saber, hailed as the best class in the Holy Grail War.

Although the "Black" side defeated the "Red" side's Berserker and recruited him, Saber and Berserker cannot be equated in any way.

"But it doesn't matter anyway. Let everything take its course."

With that thought in mind, Rider stopped considering the Holy Grail War situation. He only needed to focus on how to fight in the air. Of course, he still had to rack his brains about how to explain Saber's situation—after all, he wasn't good at lying, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Indeed, "Black" Saber died after giving her heart to a homunculus. For the Holy Grail War, this might have been a fatal act. But so what? In the end, having gained a second life, she had done what she wanted to do. It was an act of justice, selfless and not forced by anyone.

Then stand tall and say that you did the right thing.

Rider made up his mind.

So, Lin Yan slowly walked forward. His feet stomped forward with force, leaving shallow footprints on the frozen ground. But even so, his steps still seemed a little sluggish. With each step forward, he would turn back to look at Rider's receding figure.

Rider cannot kill Gerd, who is still alive. After all, he is a Master, and as long as he still possesses Command Seals, he can still form a contract with a new Servant.

The problem is that Rider might be punished. He knows nothing about the Holy Grail War except for the knowledge bestowed upon him at birth. However, he at least knows that Saber is hailed as the most outstanding class.

Now he's dead, and he died because he gave himself a heart. Frankly, this is tantamount to suicide. Although he's a Servant, that's an undeniable fact for him. In this situation, which can be called a second life, why would he do such a thing?

I have no idea what he expects. I am not his companion, much less his friend, not even an acquaintance. Although, in the sense that life is consumed like expendable resources, there may be some commonality between us.

Even so, Lin Yan's life was saved by him. He was filled with gratitude, but didn't know how to repay his great kindness.

Well then, I'll do as Rider suggested and go check out the city first. But even so, I can't just infiltrate Tolifas. After all, it's Yggdrasil's territory. So I should head straight ahead to the village.

This was the only way it should have been done.

But what was incredible to him was that even though Rider's figure had long since disappeared from sight, his feet were still moving slowly, taking one step and then stopping.

"Why is that?"

He muttered to himself unconsciously—the fact that his throat didn't hurt was already a cause for celebration. After all, he was an artificial being, and of course he knew everything about himself. At least, this was something closely related to his abnormal physical condition, so of course he would know.

I was not injured, and my physical condition was at its best in my short life. I had internal heat, and my heart was beating strongly. My feet were completely normal, there were no abnormalities in my brain, no nerve damage, and no viral illnesses.

His physical condition is perfectly normal, and his goal is simply to "reach the village." He needs to secure a foothold outside of Torifas. The success rate is probably around 80%. If he's unlucky, he might accidentally fall into the hands of the Yggdrasil, and then he'll be left with nothing but a life of inaction.

With a goal in mind and normal physical abilities, it's impossible for my feet to be unable to move. Yet, despite this, I still find it difficult to move my feet.

"I should have asked Rider how to move on my feet..."

At this point—

Lin Yan then remembered the fact that he was all alone again. At the same time, he also realized that he would never be able to see Rider again.