Super God: If I punch you, you will die

0213 Furnace Core [Please Subscribe]

Roger was completely baffled.

"T-Teacher?"

I really can't understand it, I can't comprehend anything... and I don't want to understand it. Caster grabbed me by the neck and then casually threw me away. I was thrown onto the golem's chest, and the stone and earth that melted the moment they touched me immediately sealed Roger's movements. I could only feel myself being absorbed into the golem's interior step by step... but I still didn't understand a thing!

"Um, teacher, what... what is this...?"

"Don't you understand, Master? At this point, I think you should also understand that you are the 'core'."

Caster, whom I deeply admired, said this nonchalantly. Since he said it so casually, it meant that it wasn't a big deal.

It's insignificant, not worth mentioning, nothing important, just extremely trivial... No!

"Why, teacher! Why, why, teacher!? Furnace, furnace, furnace, 'furnace core'!? Why did I have to become something like that...!"

"That's because you're the magician who's best suited to be the 'hearth'. Although Danic once told me to use Gold as a substitute, using you is perfectly fine in this situation."

"What are you talking about!? But, but! But! I! I am the Master! Your Master, the teacher's Master!"

“That’s right. I couldn’t have used you as the ‘hearth’ originally. But, because the ‘red’ side’s Master gave me a suggestion just now. So, you see, I’m no longer your Servant, right? I’m not that interested in winning or losing, whether it’s ‘black’ or ‘red’.”

"What……!"

To the "Red" Master's proposal...to accept...betrayal...no interest in victory or defeat...interested only in golems...

"However, it would be a lie to say that I have no interest in the Holy Grail. The most important thing for me is to activate this Noble Phantasm. Will this fulfill the tragic wish of the Kabbalah sorcerer... and realize the imitation of the original human Adam? It is for this reason that I answered the call and have survived to this day. Fortunately, the 'Red' side is willing to take over the position of Master, so it is better to use you as the 'core' in this case."

Among modern magicians, Roger Frain Yggdrasilnia can be considered a top magician with excellent compatibility with golems, which is why he was able to summon Gabirule, and for this reason... he is also the best candidate for "hearth".

"No, no, no! I don't want that! No! Stop! Stop! Stop! Ah, oh, ah... ah!"

It had begun to melt. The flesh that made up Roger Freyne Yggdomerena had begun to dissolve, bit by bit. It wasn't just simple dissolution, but a cellular-level fusion. The dirty wood and stone were slowly melting, melting, melting…

Faced with this horrific scene, Roger screamed in agony, struggling desperately with his limbs. No, he merely tried to struggle. But his limbs had become almost completely numb. His lower body and the parts of his arms below the elbows had been completely absorbed into the golem's interior.

"Why, teacher!? Why, why, why!? I've always respected you! I admire you so much! That's how it is, why...!"

The "dark" Caster, who was quietly doing some kind of homework, suddenly turned around and said:

"I think you know me very well."

"what?"

"Qabirullah, also known as Solomon ibn Qabirullah. Philosopher, poet, Kabbalah practitioner. He had a misanthropic streak, disliked humans, was frail and sickly, and suffered from skin diseases... that's about it."

Roger remained silent, wanting to hear more. What important secret was he still hiding...?

"I'm truly sorry to have disappointed you, but that's not actually the case. I've lived a lonely life and hated humans, which is why I created golems for amusement. Although I ultimately set the goal of 'creating a replica of the Existence of the Master' for this purpose, I never achieved that dream before I died."

What an ordinary and unremarkable life.

What an ordinary existence this is.

Some people harbor a dream, but ultimately never achieve it. To put it bluntly, that's just how life is...

"No matter how absurd or stubborn others may think I am, I should still pursue this dream. I'm willing to make any sacrifices for it..."

"sacrifice……"

"It doesn't matter how much you criticize or condemn me. You do respect me and have always admired me. Your feelings for me do make me feel very comfortable, that's absolutely true."

But think about it carefully.

"I am someone who hates humans, someone with misanthropic tendencies. It is because I don't want to make eye contact with people that I wear this mask, and because my skin is fragile, I wear clothes that cover my entire body. Why are you so sure that I would never choose to abandon you...?"

"what……"

In this way, Roger finally understood that there was actually no mutual understanding between them. It was understandable that his Servant couldn't understand him, but Roger was equally ignorant of him.

All Roger knew was that he was a genius at creating golems.

Everything else was irrelevant... It was with this thought that he severed all other aspects of him. He hated the human nature, his illness, his feelings for the golem, and the tragic fate of his people... Roger had never faced any of these things.

Therefore, this is actually a very natural ending. The Master and Servant, unable to achieve mutual understanding, ultimately met their defeat... just such a mundane...

"No...no, ah...! No! No, I don't want to! Help me! Help me...please help me, someone, someone, help me!"

It doesn't matter who it is! It doesn't matter who it is, please, please save me! I won't ask for much, I've already reflected on my actions, I'm sorry, please forgive me, but who should I ask for forgiveness from? What did I do wrong? Ahh, wait a minute, please! Please, wait a minute! I'm so scared, so scared. No, I don't want to become a golem, absolutely not. Although I enjoy creating golems, I never want to become one myself…

0214 Crown of Wisdom [Please Subscribe]

Because he no longer needed it, his heart had been painted a blank.

Roger's magic circuits, magic crests, and Command Seals all became the energy source driving "Crown of Wisdom".

Finally, there was only one thing... In this situation, Roger suddenly remembered an ironic fact.

That is the ironic fact that Caster Gabirule created "primitive humans".

"The teacher clearly hates humans, and he is just as disgusted with the noisy human world as I am, but why does this person... want to create humans? It's so strange."

Roger's life remains in the mortal realm. However, he is no longer alive. His heart has been completely emptied, and his brain and body have merged into the golem.

At the same time, the golem that had obtained the "hearth" suddenly had a gleam in its eyes. Its giant foot, raised from the lake, landed firmly on the ground. "How wonderful..." Caster thought to himself.

Although they are man-made objects created from wood, stone, clay, and human bodies, they seem to embody the grandeur of nature, which is truly awe-inspiring.

Then, the first "miracle" occurred. The earth beneath their feet seemed to sing in praise of the giant, and the surrounding vegetation flourished. Trees that touched the giant instantly blossomed and bore fruit, and the ripe fruit, falling to the ground, sprouted into even more trees.

Not only that……

Yggdrasilia had already set up a barrier to drive away animals, but various birds and beasts suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Like insects that always fly towards the light, the birds and beasts were all attracted by the giant and gathered around without hesitation.

Once touched, even the last drop of blood was completely decomposed... The birds and beasts were transformed into pure energy and absorbed into the giant's body. This was all an action they took voluntarily. The birds and beasts, lacking intelligence, could not resist their primal desire to cling to him.

Then, the landscape around the land begins to come alive, and a sweet, sugary aroma begins to permeate the air, bringing a sense of happiness just by inhaling it.

"Ah... is this paradise?"

Yes, this is the supreme golem sought by so many Kabbalah sorcerers... its ultimate form. It is the possessor of the powerful force that can rewrite the world into paradise simply by its very existence.

In other words, it is a self-disciplined, inherent boundary. This is the true nature of "Crown of Wisdom".

As long as this giant exists, the world will probably continue to be rewritten. The rewritten world is called "Paradise"... a land bestowed by the gods in the past, where the original humans lived.

"Come... let's start saving the world now, my golem. Through battle, slaughter, and destruction, let's build paradise. That way, boring battles will end, and boring society will come to a close."

Riding on the golem's shoulders, Gebirule began his march towards the fortress of Millenia. The golem easily ascended to the top of the steep cliff, looking down down at the magicians and Servants standing atop the half-ruined city walls. Then, the "Black" faction's Servants encountered a giant. Riding on the giant's shoulders was none other than Gebirule, the "Black" Caster who had just unhesitatingly defected to the "Red" faction.

"No one died?"

“Caster…!”

In response to Fiore's call, Caster, perched on the golem's shoulder, nodded and waved, saying:

"Rider, are there any new Servants who have become Saber?"

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard! Caster, what are you doing all of a sudden?!"

"It's a betrayal, isn't it?"

Hearing Gold's mutterings, Lin Yan and Rider stared at Caster in astonishment. Needless to say, Rider was the first to unleash his anger.

"Caster! You've betrayed us...? You've betrayed us! Have you already betrayed your Master?!"

Caster nodded nonchalantly and replied:

"If we're talking about whether there was any betrayal... at least I did betray your expectations."

Stop using those word games to cover things up!

“I have no intention of hiding it… No, that’s true. Let me continue to stand on the side of evil. I have indeed betrayed you and become your enemy. Then I will annihilate you all and use this supreme ‘Crown of Wisdom’ to save the world.”

Rider became even angrier after hearing Caster's declaration.

"Are you an idiot?! How could such a puppet toy possibly save the world?!"

Rider's words could almost be described as "fearless." Lin Yan tried his best to keep the golem carrying Caster out of his sight. Not only Lin Yan, but Fiore and Gorde did the same.

"What's going on? That godlike radiance..."

It didn't give off a frightening feeling, nor did it leave a particularly powerful impression. If we had to describe it accurately, "beautiful" would be a more fitting word. Moreover, it wasn't just ordinary beauty, but rather an essence created by God, a unique being destined from birth to walk the path of glory.

He always evokes an urge to kneel before him, and that wouldn't be an exaggeration. Just seeing him conjures up vivid images of defeat in one's mind.

"You really are being rude. You truly live up to your reputation as someone whose rationality has long since vanished."

However, only Rider faced the golem with an air of pride. He showed no fear whatsoever, only staring intently at Caster, who commanded the golem.

Then, Rider puffed out his chest and declared confidently:

"That's right! So I'm not afraid at all! No matter what you create, no matter how arrogant you are, it's just a mere treasure in the end!"

Hearing this, Lin Yan's tension dissipated. Indeed, as Rider said, it was just a Noble Phantasm. No matter how powerful it seemed, it was ultimately just something created by Caster.

“That’s right. Therefore, there’s no need for me to hesitate with this arrow.”

Upon hearing the declaration from the sky, Caster immediately looked up... but it was too late. Caster had absolutely no way to stop the arrow that was flying at the speed of sound.

The fragile protective barrier, constructed reflexively, was easily shattered by the arrow, which, despite deviating from its trajectory, still pierced his shoulder completely.

"Ugh...!"

With a painful groan, Caster pulled out the arrow. The archer was undoubtedly Fiore's Servant, Yggdrasil's last hope… "Black" Archer.

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“Archer…!”

Fiore let out a joyful shout. He had clearly come nearby without letting anyone detect his presence, probably just to shoot this arrow.

"You barely escaped with your life, Caster. But the next arrow will definitely take your life."

"Hmph, Archer. You want to target me? Fine, that's fine too. But..."

Caster clutched his shoulder and looked at Archer. His injury was quite serious. After all, Caster was a class that was not very good at close combat, and Gebirulle had always been a sickly person.

"Indeed, even if we take him down... that Noble Phantasm won't stop."

After hearing Archer's criticism, Caster asked, puzzled:

"Then why are you targeting me?"

"Needless to say, the traitors must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"This is so unreasonable. I never expected you to be so emotional."

A sigh... and the arrows were fired. The second and third arrows were fired almost simultaneously.

Caster hadn't erected any magical shield, and the giant pierced his forehead and chest. He swayed violently, sliding from the giant's shoulder to the ground, but managed to stay upright. However, Archer could already tell from his senses that the attack had been fatal.

"What a pity, Archer. I've done everything I needed to do. Now that this Noble Phantasm has been activated, I have no regrets."

Caster was lying. He had always longed to see the paradise created by this Noble Phantasm. His heart was filled with longing, but... now that he was fatally wounded, there was nothing he could do.

Moreover, Archer was right.

No matter what excuse is used, the fact that he betrayed his Master for his own desires is absolutely unchangeable, and an indelible sense of guilt will always remain in his heart.

So, Gabirule made his decision.

He must frankly accept the consequences of his sin of betrayal. Death is the only way he can atone for his sins; he has nothing else to offer. If there is anything, it is only "him," but that is not something he can simply give away.

He had sacrificed everything for the birth of "him," including his own Master.

That's why... he absolutely couldn't let his life end there.

"I beg you, 'Light of Wisdom'! With your power, I believe... you will definitely, definitely create paradise on this land! Save the world, save humanity, save my people!"

Until the very end, "Black" Caster Gebirule never removed his mask or exposed his body, simply merging into the golem. Like the bird-beast before him, he willingly became nourishment for his Noble Phantasm, "Primordial Human."

"What……!"

"Absurd! Impossible!"

The magicians and Servants around were immediately stunned.

Perhaps due to absorbing the immense magical power of the Servant, the golem's power surged dramatically in an instant. The golem surveyed the surrounding magicians and Servants, finally fixing its gaze on Fiore. It raised its right hand… materializing a weapon. It was a sword reflecting a black luster.

"..."

Fiore was completely stunned. The giant's gaze had just been filled with unmistakable killing intent. It seemed this golem was fully aware that she was Archer's Master…!