Super God: If I punch you, you will die

However, "Red" Lancer thwarted his attempt with a throwing gun.

"Is it attachment, resentment, or perhaps delusion? You are neither a magician nor a hero now, you are practically no one. The pain you suffer as 'someone who is not yourself' must be extraordinary. Stop clinging to this, monster. Just disappear as soon as possible."

"Red" Lancer's accusation was indeed correct; the monster's suffering was truly extraordinary.

The feeling of one's own existence being almost completely erased. Even one's own name, the most fundamental element for a human being, felt like the name of a stranger, devoid of any feeling.

Who am I? What am I?... Even these concepts are almost disappearing.

His persistence until now was entirely due to the command of the Second Command Seal. Despite being surrounded by six Servants and facing imminent death, the vampire continued to roar:

"Ha, ha! No way! I can't die yet, I can't be killed right now! No, I won't die until I get the Greater Grail!"

Once struck by an arrow, it transforms into mist, a bat, or even a gigantic hound that hisses with sharp teeth. It changes form at will, and its monstrous strength and claws can not only shatter puppets, but sometimes even slash Archer and others with a speed that is almost like time travel.

However, with six Servants attacking from both sides, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage no matter what. Overall, Ruler's Servant side currently holds the advantage. After all, they just need to continue stalling for time. Once dawn arrives, the vampire's power will drastically decrease, making it easier to deal with him.

The problem lies in his attempt to reach the location where the Greater Grail is stored. While the battle unfolds, due to the Second Command Spell issued by Master Darnick and the influence of Darnick's own will, the vampire remains fixated on the Greater Grail.

What would happen if he reached the Greater Grail? What kind of wish would he make amidst the vortex of magical energy that had accumulated over sixty years? If he still retained a shred of rationality, then his wish would be the ultimate of all magic... that is, to reach the Root.

However, if even such rationality is lost, his desires would probably be extremely destructive.

That's absolutely right.

Then, Ruler had a premonition. He made a wish for destruction to the Greater Grail. The Greater Grail wasn't fully activated yet, and there was a possibility that the wish wouldn't be granted for the time being, but Ruler wasn't foolish enough to place his hopes on such a possibility.

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The six Servants were clearly divided into front-line and rear-line units, and continued to engage in highly efficient combat.

"We can definitely win."

All the Servants present probably shared this conviction. Although it was only a little, the speed of the attack was gradually starting to outpace the recovery speed. Even if they turned into mist, they had no chance of escape because of the flames manifested by "Red" Lancer's "Magic Release".

The vampire unleashed his attacks while glaring hatefully at those around him, but they were blocked by "Red" Rider standing in front of him. However...

Extremely suddenly, without any warning... the "red" team's Servants suddenly bent their knees with distressed expressions and stopped moving.

"Ugh... What... happened...!"

"Is it Master...!"

Though it was only for a moment, their presence suddenly became extremely weak. The vampire didn't miss that brief opening; he immediately leaped away and rushed straight towards the Greater Grail.

"Wait a moment!"

Ruler and "Black" Archer started running at the same time. Was the chill that Ruler had been feeling since earlier the fear of vampires granting wishes?

Ruler shook off unnecessary thoughts and focused intently on chasing the vampire's retreating figure, which was hurtling forward at breakneck speed. Fortunately, he could also sense the Greater Grail's magical power from here, so he wouldn't lose his way.

But... it was too fast!

"'Black' Archer, stop him!"

Upon hearing Ruler's instruction, Archer remained silent and fired five arrows at the vampire without slowing down. All the arrows pierced the vampire's feet and waist. However, the vampire transformed into a bat.

Although it was slightly slower, it was ineffective at blocking attacks. "Black" Archer shook his head, deciding to continue focusing on the chase.

“'Black' Archer, do you know why the 'Red' team stopped moving just now?”

"No, I initially thought the Command Spell's effect had expired... but it doesn't seem to be the case."

"Black" Archer sensed a power surging from within his body, in addition to the magical energy supplied by his Master. This was probably the enhancement effect of the Command Seals.

Ruler was also concerned about this. Did Master disapprove of fighting together? ...No, in that case they should have notified the Servant beforehand. That reaction was almost like...

The bats in front were suddenly shot down one after another. Beams of light, condensed into thin lines, shot out continuously from the deepest part of the corridor.

"Ugh... Are they completely ignoring our existence?!"

However, this would inevitably affect Ruler and her group who were chasing behind. The "Red" Assassin, who unleashed her light, probably hadn't considered these factors at all; she seemed to think she could handle it all on her own.

However, that was far too careless. The bats reverted to their vampire forms, and although they were riddled with bullets, they regained their speed by prioritizing the regeneration of their legs.

It was less like running and more like bouncing against the wall repeatedly as the vampire moved forward. Soon, he found a door. If he could step inside, he could obtain what he craved. For there lay the all-powerful wish-granting machine, capable of unleashing all the passion pent up within him.

My wish is almost fulfilled.

"Black" Berserker, "Red" Berserker, and "Black" Saber—the Lesser Grail should already contain three Servants. Although "Black" Saber was resummoned due to a strange phenomenon, there are at least two of them. If it's a small-scale wish... that is, as long as it's not a wish on the level of changing the world, it should be possible to achieve it by forcibly activating the Greater Grail.

Danic Prieston, Yggdomerenia… the name was already being recognized in my mind as someone else’s name.

But you know that it was that man's relentless pursuit of the Holy Grail that brought you to this point. So... you should be happy, Danic. Your wish will soon be fulfilled!

Without hesitation, he opened the door and found that it was indeed the place he had expected. A wide staircase made of dried bricks stretched straight down before him, and a colossal building stood there, piercing through the top floor.

That was the all-powerful wish-granting machine filled with blue and white light... Fuyuki's Holy Grail.

"Ah."

Not only before numerous Servants, but even before the Ruler… the vampire has finally reached the Greater Grail. Now all that's left is to forcibly activate the Greater Grail and grant the wish.

"That's all, Danick Priston Yggdomerenia."

In the middle of the staircase leading to the Greater Grail, stood a person. Since he didn't appear to be a Servant, the vampire mistook him for a Master and decided to kill him.

However, upon hearing the call to stop, he reflexively halted. He could have simply pounced and killed him, but the "something" in the other person's voice made him uneasy.

"who are you?"

Hearing the click of shoes hitting the ground, the vampire reflexively recoiled. A chill ran down his spine; instinct warned him never to meet the unknown figure before him. It was a bomb. The fuse was lit, and the merciless explosion was less than seconds away.

Standing before the vampire was a boy with brown skin. He wore a gentle smile and solemnly declared:

"Or rather, his remnants. I truly admire your dedication. However, I cannot hand over the Holy Grail to you, let alone someone who has already become a vampire."

It exploded. Even though he had forgotten his own name, Danic had a past he could never forget. The Third Holy Grail War, in which he risked his life as a magician... the battle that marked the beginning of everything, was one he could never forget.

That's why he was so surprised.

"How could that be? It's impossible."

"Oh dear, that's such an ordinary and mundane line for you, Danic. Since you're still alive, it's not surprising that I'm alive too."

"How could this be? Impossible! This can't be happening! Why! Why are you here! Why are you still alive...!"

The boy shrugged and said in a relaxed manner:

"Of course it's because I participated in this Holy Grail War, as the Master of the 'Red' side."

That was an absolutely unacceptable declaration for a vampire. Ignoring the speechless vampire, the boy continued shouting:

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Danic! The Greater Grail of Fuyuki belongs to me! A magician, or rather, a vampire. Even if neither… how could I possibly hand over the Greater Grail to someone like you who only knows how to lead the world to destruction!”

Upon hearing these words, the shackles of fear that had unconsciously bound me were released.

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"Stop talking nonsense...!"

The enraged vampire took a step forward to speed up... but ended up falling to the ground in an embarrassing manner.

“Guwu…!”

Looking around, he saw a sharp object embedded in his knee. This was the conceptual weapon the Agents loved to use... the "Black Key".

"You are a vampire. Unfortunately, as the price of that unparalleled power, vampires have all sorts of weaknesses. They cannot stand sunlight, and they have weak resistance to holy seals. Moreover... they are completely defenseless against weapons like the Black Key, which are designed for purification."

Yes, the boy is absolutely right. If it is the Black Key of the Executor, then it is probably the most suitable conceptual weapon for purifying the Dead Apostles.

However, this power is completely beyond the norm... no, it's too abnormal.

The brown-skinned boy spoke with a cold, serious tone:

"No, it's nothing. Compared to her who's tracking you, my power is insignificant. I'm utterly worthless, just a pseudo-saint who hasn't been recognized. Even so, I still possess the power to shatter you in your current state."

The red shroud of the dead fluttered in the wind, and the silver blade danced. With the black keys piercing the surrounding area blocking all his counterattacks, the boy grabbed the vampire's face.

The boy's aura underwent a complete transformation. He was no longer a Master, but a completely different being. Yes, this was the very person who had once fought against his Servant…

"Well then, it's time to pray... Nameless vampire."

"I kill, I live. I hurt, I heal. No one can escape my grasp, no one can escape the watchful eyes of my eyes."

A mournful cry arose, and the hands and feet began to struggle.

However, his hand gripped the vampire's face tightly, as if it possessed the strength of ten thousand men.

"Be shattered, defeated ones, the old ones, all have been invited by me. Appoint yourselves to me, learn from me, obey me. Rest. Do not forget the song, do not forget the prayer, do not forget me, and I will gently make you forget all your weight."

In an instant, I reached the top of the stairs and began sprinting down the corridor. This wasn't a matter of strength; it was a clash of beliefs and faith.

Therefore, faced with his faith, which was as hard as steel and as sharp as a sword, the "thing" that had transformed into a vampire was naturally unable to resist.

With every word spoken, a part of my existence is eroded. The Holy Grail, which was just within reach, is now growing ever more distant. It's truly regrettable.

"No pretense is needed. Retaliate against forgiveness, betray trust, despair against hope, turn light into darkness, and bring a dark death to the survivors."

Dark, yet pure and innocent eyes. Each incantation pierced the vampire like a sharp blade. It was a baptismal chant that no human could ever achieve.

Then, why did I end up being killed by him? If he were a Servant, I could understand. Even if he were a Master, I could only etch my regret into my heart. But this is just too hard to comprehend. If that's the case, being hit on the head by a meteorite is much easier for me to accept.

"Rest is in my hands. Oil your sins and mark them. Eternal life is only found in death... Forgiveness is here. I, who have been given a new body, hereby swear."

Ah, ah, ah! My Holy Grail, my fantasy! My Holy Grail! My hope! I can't reach it, I can't reach it, I can't reach it!!

The vampire was slammed against the door. As if ignoring everything, the boy kept running forward. The door shattered, and the boy walked straight in. It was a chapel. He walked through the central aisle… and came before God. With eyes filled with pity, the boy read the final words:

But why is that?

"Please have mercy on this soul."

He was once a king of devout believers, then a magician, and finally became a "nameless monster" who was nobody... His entire body began to hiss, emitting large amounts of white smoke. He was melting. Not his physical body, but his very existence was melting.

Leaving behind groans of regret and gasps of despair, the last fragment of the vampire was sublimated. The hero who saved his homeland, and the head of the clan who led the magicians, were both dead.

The king of the past is dead, and the king of the present begins to sing songs of triumph.

Just then, Ruler and his companions, who were chasing the vampires, finally stepped into the chapel.

"Here...!"

Coincidentally, the two met in the fitting chapel. The vampire, almost completely melted away in the central aisle, was now silent and still… transcendent. His soul had probably returned to where it belonged.

A young boy stood quietly beside them. He had brown skin and almost silver hair. He wore a priest's robe with a red sash and cloak.

The moment Ruler saw him, he finally understood everything.

"How... could that be."

Having grasped everything, she couldn't help but gasp. This was absurd, impossible. The boy before her… was a Servant. No, even so. While a Master being a Servant deviated from the rules, it was at least a possibility.

However, the problem lies in his class. He is not Saber, not Archer, not Lancer, not Rider, not Berserker, not Caster, and certainly not Assassin.

"Nice to meet you, Ruler this time."

"The sixteenth person's...Servant...!"

Even the calm and collected "Black" Archer couldn't hide his astonishment. The "Red" team members who hurriedly caught up were the same.

The boy they had always thought was the Master did indeed reveal his spirit as a Servant.

“I’m not the sixteenth person, Chiron. The sixteenth person should be the Ruler standing next to you. Strictly speaking, I should be the first person’s Servant.”

"Assassin's Master... what have you done to our Master?!"

Faced with Archer's impassioned questioning, the boy chuckled, then raised a hand and pulled up his sleeve. Everyone who saw his hand gasped in shock.

Command Seals with three strokes each, totaling eighteen strokes, appeared on his hand.

“I peacefully asked them to relinquish their Master rights and the three-stroke Command Seals. You need not worry; the magical energy you need to maintain the present world is a negligible problem now that you are connected to the Greater Grail.”

"A peaceful way...?"

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Hearing one of them ask a question, the boy nodded, glanced at "Red" Lancer, and said:

"Furthermore, 'Red' Lancer is the hero most adept at seeing through other people's lies. Therefore, I must push things forward in a direction that aligns with our intentions while trying my best not to lie. That's why I specifically had Masters relay my orders. Yes, none of the Masters lied. They all believed that their instructions were based on their own judgment. And now... it's the same."

"Is that so? So what I was alerted to, what God was warning me about, was your very existence?"