Super God: If I punch you, you will die

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"This is a nightmare! I should have added some restrictions to make you completely obedient to me!"

Seeing Gold's exaggerated sigh, the android slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said:

"With your abilities, you probably couldn't do that anyway. Don't worry, as long as you're still one of us, we won't do anything to harm you."

As the android spoke, she patted Gold's shoulder affectionately. Gold had initially wanted to hurl insults at her... but ultimately decided against it, thinking to himself that he would make fun of them when they were about to die.

As a result, Gold only went back to his room to sleep after adjusting the android.

Volume 3, Chapter 3

Everything that needed to be conveyed was conveyed. As a result, although the three did not fully accept their approach, they still promised to maintain the status quo.

In other words, they will protect the Hanging Gardens and the Holy Grail when the "Black" Servant attacks.

As long as they are willing to fulfill this agreement, it doesn't matter if they don't acknowledge themselves as Masters.

In a sense, we've now overcome the greatest hurdle. The Heroic Spirits are unruly, free-spirited, and noble, and they act without the slightest hesitation. When I revealed my name and seized Master authority, it would have been perfectly reasonable for them to try and kill me.

"it is good."

Shirou sat on the throne that had once belonged to Semiramis, gazing at the distant sky. Although it wasn't yet time to truly let his guard down, he couldn't hide the sense of security in his heart.

"So, Master, how does this throne feel to sit on?"

He didn't know when it happened, but "Red" Assassin suddenly materialized. Shirou said "Excuse me" and prepared to leave the throne, but Assassin gently pressed down on his shoulder. She went behind him and whispered in Shirou's ear:

"It's alright, just keep sitting. Tell me, how does it feel to be king? Imagine all these heroes gathered here bowing down to you. That must be an unparalleled thrill, right? Don't you feel a sense of royal pride? Don't you want to revel in that feeling of being in control of everything?"

Shirou shook her head silently, then stood up, grasping the hand on her shoulder.

"No, not at all. Unfortunately, it seems that being in charge of others isn't really my style. You should take this seat."

Hearing this, the Empress, though showing some displeasure, still sat on the throne.

"This is so boring. Since you're my Master, I allow you to say things like 'This world belongs to me.'"

“If I were that kind of Master, I would probably be dead by now. You would probably say something like ‘This world doesn’t need two kings’ while killing me.”

Seeing Shirou casually point out this fact, Assassin clicked his tongue without any remorse and said:

"Hmph, did you notice?"

As Shirou stated, in his plan, the one who would ultimately sit on the throne was "Red" Assassin Semiramis. Shirou devised and implemented his plan to save humanity. And then, nothing more. Because his purpose was solely salvation, and what followed was not on his to-do list.

"I mean, you could be king after that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, let's decide when the time comes."

Shirou smiled, said she was going to take a look at the Greater Grail, and turned to leave. A hint of melancholy veiled the Empress's beauty.

"There's really no way to deal with someone who has no desires. Not only is he completely uninterested in money and power, but even women can't move him."

For Semiramis, the Assyrian queen, men were merely toys. Countless people had their lives taken away because of her instigation.

At the same time, for her, womanhood was limited to her own existence. Of course, females existing for the purpose of pregnancy are necessary, but the privilege of existing as a woman and being able to manipulate men at will is her own.

From the very beginning, that was the kind of life she was destined to live.

Looking back, it was when she was just born. Although her memory was very vague, she still clearly remembered the back of the woman who had abandoned her and hurriedly fled to the river.

Her mother... Delikit, the fish goddess, committed adultery with an Assyrian man and became pregnant with a daughter. That child was Semiramis.

"You are my shame," she said. The child she bore with a human was her shame… she made that clear. What a foolish woman… Semiramis thought later. It was you who couldn't resist the temptation of men.

Her mother abandoned her, and her father, ashamed of the affair, was killed by her. But her mother left her a unique gift: Semiramis, who inherited divine blood, had a natural affinity for the riverbank where she was abandoned. Not only that, but upon hearing the baby's cries, pigeons flocked to care for her. Countless pigeons gathered around her, enveloping her as she shivered from the cold. They even fed her milk, which they seemed to have obtained from nowhere.

Semiramis grew up drinking milk from the pigeons that sheltered him from the wind and rain.

Ten years later, she was discovered by a shepherd... and thus, Semiramis entered the human world. However, her inner self had already been completed. The dance and makeup skills taught to her by her adoptive parents afterward were merely weapons and techniques necessary for survival.

She hated women... She showed no mercy, even to a god, to lazy and cowardly women who were manipulated by men.

She mocked men... always bullying women, and those who were actually only driven by lust, who should be the ones being played with.

That is her philosophy, her understanding of the world. So, how should one understand her current Master, Shirou Kotomine… Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?

"Neither woman nor man... what an ambiguous existence, really."

He remained unmoved by his own alluring smile and resolutely rejected the temptations of power. Humans are inherently creatures of desire, yet that boy possessed no selfish desires. The salvation of all humanity, however, cannot be simply summarized as "desire."

If one had to describe it, the only word would be "crazy." That's precisely why Assassin finds having this Master by his side so fascinating.

If this long-cherished wish of sixty years can be fulfilled, that would be wonderful.

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Even if they lose due to insufficient power... that would still be very interesting. She was also deeply interested in what kind of despair the saint would fall into after their dreams were shattered, and what kind of fate awaited them.

"So, which situation is more interesting?"

"Red" Assassin laughed for a moment and then disappeared. Her Noble Phantasm, "Hanging Gardens of Vanity," remained undetected, flying through the skies of Romania.

The Greater Grail retains its pure and untainted radiance. Although some magical power leaked out when it was separated from the ley lines, it was not enough to cause any problems.

Shirou Kotomine… Amakusa Shirou Tokisada is very familiar with this Greater Grail. Tohsaka, who abandoned the Grail and attempted to trace its origins from another direction, and Makiri, whose family is declining and who only verbally transmits information about the Grail. Shirou bought this information from both of them for a large sum of money.

As for the Einzberns, the only one among the three founding families who have not yet given up the Holy Grail, although we cannot gather information from them, we have still obtained useful information about their principles and functions.

The Greater Grail spent sixty years absorbing magical energy. Based on this, a path to magic will be opened—the "hole" that leads to the outside world.

There exists an "outer side" to this world. Legend has it that omnipotent power and omniscient truth reside there. In other words, it is the existence known as the "Vortex of Root." All magicians strive to reach it, but almost all of them fall behind along the way.

Even if you keep placing your hopes on the next generation, or in the next generation, the magician must first learn to "give up"... that is the goal that is so desperate.

Speaking of which... according to descriptions in some related books, there is also an "inner world." It is simply another world, and it is said that the mythical beasts that have disappeared from the present world have migrated there.

In short, the Holy Grail's ability to grant numerous wishes is ultimately a secondary function; its true purpose is to be the ultimate magical artifact that sacrifices the heroic spirits of the past to create a small opening to the outer world.

There is only one step left to take.

Unbeknownst to him, his palms were sweating profusely. The hands that Amakusa Shiro Tokisada had once used to create numerous miracles had now been elevated to become his Noble Phantasm.

"Right Arm - Vicious Predation"

"Left Arm - Tianhui Foundation"

That being said, these Noble Phantasms are purely auxiliary anti-personnel Noble Phantasms.

His right arm primarily assists in combat, such as clairvoyance, while his left arm is responsible for enhancing himself. That power wasn't originally possessed by Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, but his Noble Phantasm manifests it through "miracles."

While he's versatile in any situation, if Shirou were summoned as a regular Servant, he'd likely be seen as a Servant lacking decisive skills. To be frank, a Noble Phantasm with immortality is indeed rare, but it's not an ability that helps in battle.

However... it is precisely because of these two Noble Phantasms that Shirou Kotomine is now able to challenge such an unbelievable thing.

"I will do it, I absolutely will, no matter what. Those seventeen years and these sixty years, I will do it with all my might."

"Every cell, every muscle, every magic to the very end."

The boy turned his back to the Greater Grail and walked further and further away. Unfortunately, he wasn't yet at a point where he could unleash his full power; he was only one fragment away from completing the set. All he had to do now was wait patiently.

Thus, the Holy Grail War came to a temporary end. Yggdrasilia lost the Greater Grail, and the central figures, "Black" Lancer and "Black" Saber, were dead. "Black" Berserker and "Black" Caster also disappeared from the mortal world.

The "Black" Assassin is completely hostile to both sides... The only two riders that can be included in the current fighting force of the "Black" side are the "Black" Archer and the "Black" Rider.

However, the "Black" side has now gained the support of the Ruler in this Holy Grail War... Joan of Arc, as well as the "Red" Saber, who shares the same interests.

These are the four riders. In addition... as a dangerous ace, there is also "Black" Saber, who can gain a maximum of three three-minute moments of presence time each time. If we include him, then we still have the fighting power of five riders.

On the other hand, the "Red" side has a complete advantage over the "Black" side not only in the number of Servants but also in their quality, and is currently holding firm in the incredibly sturdy, autonomous mobile fortress of the Sky Garden. The side with fewer Servants must launch a mandatory assault on the side holding the fortress to gain a chance of victory, and this battle must be a short one.

If we simply look at the favorable and unfavorable conditions, the "black" side is undoubtedly in a hopeless and unfavorable situation.

However, even knowing this, the "Red" side will never let their guard down. Whether on the "Black" or "Red" side, every Servant is a highly renowned hero from mythology.

Heroes are those who have overcome countless hardships to earn their title. And the "black" side will undoubtedly launch another decisive offensive...

I had a glorious dream.

It was a celebration that seemed to radiate glory and all blessings. Crown Prince Charles returned triumphantly to Reims and was crowned King of France.

This was the dream and hope of all French people. After successfully relieving the siege of Orléans, Joan of Arc continued to fight against the British army.

After a dramatic victory at the Battle of Parthi, they finally achieved their goal of crowning the crown prince in Reims.

The person in charge of the army is a seventeen-year-old "little girl." Those who are unaware of the truth would probably only see her as a simple symbol or decorative figure.

However, without exception, the soldiers following behind her refuted this claim.

If it were merely symbolic, waving flags and shouting encouragement from the rear would suffice. However, this girl wasn't in the rear; she was waving her battle flag at the very front. Although she never drew her holy sword from its scabbard, she continued to fight…

Dreams flash by like a revolving lantern, leaving behind only desolation and loss after the glory.

Inquisition. Days of being mocked, tortured, and retaliated against by everyone.

Although it was a heartbreaking experience, this torture ultimately changed nothing. The motherland was liberated, and Joan of Arc's long-cherished dream had become a reality.

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"You have been fighting all along."

Tirelessly, she continued to gaze upon the events that had unfolded in those mere two short years. She heard the voice of God and threw herself into battle. She chose to fight, knowing full well she would be betrayed. But even so, she resolved to fight to the very end.

Why? Why is it so...? She asked herself this question more than once.

"Is it for atonement?"

Is killing enemy soldiers a form of atonement for such an act?

"Is it because you want to save as many people as possible?"

Is it that they'd rather break their flag than not try to save people?

"Or……"

Or was it because she believed that doing so was the right thing to do? That God betrayed her… that’s what those who knew Joan of Arc said.

They knew of a man driven mad by despair. God had deceived an innocent girl; she had been abandoned by God…

What are your thoughts on him?

It's so sad. It's truly tragic that he abandoned the Lord. It's even more tragic that we couldn't make him understand the fact that the Lord is without fault.

Despite knowing she would be burned at the stake, Joan of Arc still participated in the Battle of Compiègne.

"Why do we continue to fight even knowing the outcome?"

It was because they knew Joan of Arc's death was not meaningless. Even without reward, it could win the future. Joan of Arc's death restored the strength of her homeland, and the continuous bloodshed finally stopped.

That might have been something that ended very soon in history.

That may only have saved the lives of a very small number of people in the long run.

That might just be a pointless and meaningless action.

"But you don't think so?"

Yes, not at all. So even when I was bound to the cross... I never hated anyone.

Because I have already dedicated myself to the Lord.

"You are a strong person."

Thank you... I wouldn't be here without your help. I feel truly fortunate to have met you.

"The final question is, was bringing that person there really the right thing to do?"

Upon hearing these words, Joan of Arc's previously calm heart felt as if it had suddenly been struck by a sharp thorn, a sharp pain shooting through it. This was the only thing she had hesitated about, something she had kept hidden from everyone.

A young man who proudly calls himself "Lin Yan." A contradictory life form, possessing both immaturity and experience. A Master who, despite everyone's reluctance to involve him in the battle, willingly joins the fight based on his own will.

She understood that this was merely her own sentimentality, and she also understood that he should be included in the fighting force. More importantly, someone was always telling her... that his existence was necessary. This was a word of encouragement from heaven that she had never missed before.

He possesses the heart of "Black" Saber and even gained the power of a Servant after being struck by lightning. The reason he had to be brought to the battlefield at that time was actually because he had to die once and then be resurrected.

In other words, his powers as a Servant will also be essential in future battles. Joan of Arc simply couldn't answer this final question.

"I don't know. That's the only thing I really don't know."

The girl who asked the question sighed silently. Joan of Arc could also keenly sense her concern for his safety.

The Holy Grail War, Servants, magic… the girl accepts all that is unreal, and watches over it all. She places complete trust in Jeanne d'Arc's words, entrusting everything to her. Ruler's choice is the girl's choice; she only needs to accept what is before her.