Super God: If I punch you, you will die

As it turned out, the curse did indeed activate after several generations. No one knows what the trigger was. It's unclear whether it was simply ordained that way, or whether it occurred by chance like Russian roulette.

In any case, the one who ultimately became the victim was Shishikai Kairi. This curse was an extremely nasty thing for a magician.

The Shishikage family is absolutely incapable of having children. Therefore, despite possessing a valuable magical crest, the Shishikage family is destined to die out in this generation.

"What's the big deal? We can just find an adopted son or something, right?"

Upon hearing "Red" Saber's question, Shishio removed the cigarette from his mouth with his fingers and stubbed it out on the ground. Throughout this process, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, my family members used to have the same optimistic attitude. But when they transplanted my mark into the adopted son that my dad found through connections, he died, and there was no way to do it after that."

It wasn't because of a rejection reaction. She was a girl from a distant relative's family who had inherited a small portion of the Shishi-kai family's bloodline, and she had shown a high adaptation rate in the pre-transplant investigation.

The autopsy revealed the cause to be Kairi Shishikage's magic crest. A deadly poison had seeped from it. It was said that this magic crest was perfectly suited to Kairi Shishikage's body, but if transplanted into someone else's body, it would immediately turn into a toxin.

Upon learning this fact, Shishikage Kairi immediately dissuaded his father, Tenggui, from continuing the transplant experiments, and decided to give up. In other words, the Shishikage family line only continued until Shishikage Kairi's generation.

Shishigure Kairi left his home and became a bounty hunter who uses magic. Of course, in his own eyes, this was actually a liberation from the responsibilities that had bound him since birth.

Kairi Shishikage always felt he would die on the battlefield. That would be good; if possible, he'd prefer his own remains shredded into pieces… that's what he thought. In these short hundred years, the Shishikage family had already tasted the glory of magicians; could they possibly ask for more?

However... Shishikatsu Kairi encountered the Holy Grail War.

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Given a miracle from the Holy Grail, it should be possible to remove the toxins from the Magic Crest, and at the same time, one should be able to give birth to a child who inherits one's bloodline.

Therefore, the Lion King desires to obtain the Holy Grail.

"Is it."

After listening to Shishikatsu Kairi's narration, "Red" Saber only let out such an ambiguous low moan.

"What? Saber. They've already told you everything about their shameful past, what more could you want?"

"Nothing much. So you're saying you want the Holy Grail, but in the end it's just for the prosperity of your family and descendants, right?"

Even if you're hoping to hear unimaginably bizarre stories or tear-jerkingly moving experiences, I can't fulfill that expectation.

"Red" Saber deflated like a punctured balloon and immediately crawled into her sleeping bag. Seeing this, Shishio also crawled back into his sleeping bag.

Perhaps it was because the ceiling was too low, but Saber always felt a bit depressed and uncomfortable, as if the world was gradually crushing her.

Perhaps to escape this feeling of distress, her mind was blankly recalling what she had just heard.

What did we make a pact with, the glory of generations and the inevitable downfall? And then…

"Master, may I ask you one last question?"

"As long as it's within my ability to answer."

Do you still remember your deceased adopted daughter?

After a long silence, Shi Zi Jie Jie muttered to himself:

"In life, there are always some things that you can never forget."

A deep, calm voice echoed in the narrow cave. Within those words lay an emotion absent when recounting the past and initially expressing his desire for the Holy Grail to Saber.

The desire to obtain the Holy Grail was not for the prosperity of the family and its descendants.

His desire for the Holy Grail was not because he wanted to etch the name of Ragnaros the Lion into history.

It's simply to transform something that absolutely cannot be forgotten, something that absolutely cannot be sacrificed in vain, into something meaningful.

That was the sound of a vow. It was a vow that must be upheld even at the cost of one's dignity and life.

"Is that so?"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Hmm, very satisfied. Master... obtain the Holy Grail."

In the darkness, Saber and Shishio lightly bumped fists. Looking at the ceiling now, the oppressive atmosphere from before was no longer there.

Gold was very agitated. Although this wasn't something that had just started, this particular agitation was unusual for him.

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do to help."

Seeing the android hanging his head in dejection, another android lying on the ground gently patted his arm.

"Don't worry about it, you've done a great job."

Like a patient on their deathbed, the android answered with a serious tone. Seeing this, Gordes' anxiety grew stronger. The android lying on the ground was the type sealed within a magic supply tank.

Because of her congenital defect, she had no chance to show herself and could only die silently here...

"Idiots, idiots, idiots! Every single one of them is an idiot!"

Gold gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help but stand up.

"..."

Noticing Gorder approaching, the android immediately assumed a defensive posture. Gorder ignored him, simply crouching down to check the android's pulse as it lay on the ground.

"What……?"

He patted the girl's arm, shoulder, and collarbone in turn, nodded as if understanding something, and then commanded the android to open its mouth. Gord looked into the open mouth and saw the throat, then chuckled and said:

"That's so stupid. You can't tell from the surface, but actually your breathing organs are underdeveloped. The breathing aids are located inside the magic supply tank. Go get them."

"what?"

Seeing the android's puzzled expression, Gold glared at him and roared, "I won't say it a second time!" The android hurriedly said, "I'll go get it right away," and turned to run out of the corridor.

"that……"

"what happened?"

"Why? You clearly only saw us as simple batteries."

The androids knew. Although they weren't quite as bad as Sereneka, who sacrificed the androids at will, and Roger, who often used them as experimental subjects, Danic and Gold both treated them merely as props and batteries.

"It's still like that now! But, damn it! When you see someone cleaning clumsily, you also have the urge to correct them, right? Just like this! If you saw some idiot taking a vacuum cleaner to clean the bathroom, anyone would feel annoyed!"

He's past the age where human love can even arise. It's akin to a skilled mechanic snatching a wrench from a novice and saying, "Just watch me do it."

"All you've mastered are healing magic for external injuries and simple resistance to mental control. In any case, I haven't taught you how to treat underdeveloped respiratory organs. Of course, you won't know how to use things you haven't been taught."

"Is that so? That's certainly true."

Thinking about it carefully, this makes perfect sense. From a magician's perspective, just imparting the minimum necessary knowledge to the android is already a lot of work.

"This is what you were talking about, right?"

The android from before ran back, still holding a prop that looked like an oxygen concentrator in its hands.

"This is it, bring it here."

As he spoke, Gold snatched the prop, inserted the IV needle into his vein, and then connected the tube to a box made of bone.

"that is"

"It's an oxygen circulator for assisting breathing. Here, put this on quickly."

After being put on the oxygen mask, the girl's face regained a little vitality. Despite seeing this, Gold seemed rather bored and said:

"Unfortunately, you'll have to wear this thing repeatedly to sustain yourself for the rest of your life. There's no other way. Hey, you over there, never mind, since you've gone this far, why don't you take me to the other androids? They're probably just wasting their time anyway."

Upon hearing this, the android blinked in surprise.

"Is it really good?"

"If you don't want to, that's fine. But if you're going to put on that terrible, clumsy show every time, I won't stop you."

Gold's words were full of sarcasm, proclaiming with an arrogant attitude. The homunculus hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to prioritize the lives of his companions.

"Please."

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"What do you mean, 'please'? You can't even do something this simple and you expect to survive? You guys are really overestimating yourselves."

"I really want to punch him," thought the android facing Gordes. The android lying on the ground with a respirator on had the same thought.

However, it was also true that he was the savior. The android sighed blatantly and brought one deteriorating android after another to him.

The first one... his face was pale and completely bloodless. Because he was pressing his abdomen, Gold examined his abdomen... and immediately understood.

"Most of the internal organs are not functioning; adjust to a state where magic circuits can replace them. Next."

"When your brain's commands flow backward, consciously think about everything in reverse for now. Right is left, down is up, and to walk, move your arms up and down. After a month, your brain will get used to it and you can move freely without thinking. Next."

"His body is almost developing gangrene; it's impossible to heal completely. The only option is to try implanting a restoration formula within him. Darnic's Mystic Code should have something like that. Go to his room and get it. No, wait. Someone outside his family might trigger a counter-attack formula if they go in. Oh well, I'll go."

After saying that, Gold stood up. Although everyone except the Servant was exhausted and asleep, he drank a stimulant and walked out of the corridor with an energetic attitude.

The android followed behind him, looking slightly flustered. It was the young female android who had initially spoken to Lin Yan and was now practically the de facto leader.

"What's wrong? The formal attire is very light. You didn't need to come with me."

"I don't understand the reason. Why did it have to go this far?"

"I don't know either! How could I possibly understand this situation! Everything has become a mess, a complete mess, a total mess! This is so far removed from the mysticism unified by magic! Servant, the Holy Grail War, the Greater Grail! Damn it! All of that is a lie!"

Gold continued shouting down the corridor. Perhaps growing impatient, the android pressed the battle axe against his ear and said:

"I told you to answer quickly."

"Didn't I say I know nothing anymore? What was supposed to be a battle for the Holy Grail suddenly turned into a random guy named Shiro who stole it. That wouldn't have been so bad, but he had the audacity to talk about saving all of humanity! That's not what we're after! All we wanted was a classy battle with meticulously crafted magic and summoned heroes! That's what happened, so why? Why didn't it go according to plan? Was it because Lancer was defeated? Was it because of 'Red' Assassin's Noble Phantasm, or something else?"

"Are you trying to say that it was because you drove 'Black' Saber to suicide?"

The android's calm voice finally silenced Gord. The android sighed and gently put down its battle axe.

"It's not my fault."

"No. At least you yourself have acknowledged that it was your fault."

"Enough with the nonsense! You mere androids, don't presume to discuss my affairs here!"

The android, unfazed, asserted to Gold:

"It's your fault, but it's not solely your fault. It's just that everyone acted based on their own judgment, their own beliefs, and their own desires, which resulted in the defeat of the 'Black' side. That's all. Even if there is a bond between you and Saber, it's hard to say whether things will change in the future."

"But I must be wrong."

In the cold, damp corridor, Gold murmured to himself. His back was hunched in dejection, and his air of pride and arrogance had vanished, replaced by an aura of utter disappointment.

As a result, in this Holy Grail War, Gordes was merely an observer from beginning to end. Even though he was a magician, even though he was a Master, he couldn't participate in the Holy Grail War without a Servant.

The battle ended during this period of hesitation. As Gold repeatedly emphasized, he truly knew nothing.

“That’s right. So you should change your mind. Although you are arrogant and easily get carried away, and are hopeless as a human being, you’re not so bad as an alchemist.”

"Isn't there any other way to say it?"

"You probably don't want to be compared to Einzbern, do you?"

Hearing the homunculus's nonchalant reply, Gordes could only wear a bitter expression and remain silent. Even the Mujik family, at one time, had climbed to a level almost comparable to the Einzberns. However, their glory ended there. After that, they declined like a snowball rolling downhill.

"Hmph. But they'll have to focus their energy on building a new Greater Grail for the next few centuries anyway. We, the Mujik family, will definitely be able to catch up during this gap."

That's pure fantasy. While the Einzbern family has indeed declined significantly due to the loss of the Greater Grail in Fuyuki, their technology remains advanced. If the Mujik family wants to catch up, they would need three consecutive generations of individuals with miraculous talents after Gordes; otherwise, it's absolutely impossible.

"I see. In that case, why don't you try to extend our lifespan first? In the process, something new should emerge."

Despite this, Gold seems to have chosen the path of not giving up. Perhaps it's because of his naturally eccentric personality; even reaching desperately for unattainable stars seems like a matter of course to him.

"I already know even if you don't say it. Alright, there's no time to discuss such boring topics now. Let's go get the costume, Homunculus. Hmm, I really don't understand. Why don't you choose an easy-to-pronounce name like Lin Yan did?"

"Ha..." the android chuckled.

"Idiot, naming is the parents' responsibility. It's only natural that you name all the surviving androids."

She answered as if she completely regarded him as a fool.

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"If you dare to deliberately choose a bad name, I'll use it to cut off the fat on your belly, so you'd better watch out."

Gorder gritted his teeth, letting out muffled groans... but his opponent was, after all, a combat-type android. Despite its relatively short lifespan, its melee and magical combat abilities were exceptionally strong. In short, it was stronger than its creator.