Super God: If I punch you, you will die

There was only one thing that such a girl would never compromise on. And the boy who, despite being toyed with by fate, never wavered in his strong will and continued to bravely stride forward.

The girl was always worried about the boy. The boy was unaware of the girl existing within him. All he saw was Joan of Arc, not the girl.

This always made Joan of Arc feel guilty. It was the young girl who worried about the boy's safety and showed him so much care.

"Is it really?"

The girl asked Joan of Arc incredulously. This was understandable, after all, Joan of Arc and Ladysia were not merely "similar" in appearance.

They possess similar physical bodies, similar personalities, similar backgrounds, and even the same color of their souls. That means that if Leticia were given the same level of knowledge as Ruler, she would essentially take the exact same actions.

Therefore, Joan of Arc must also be worried about Lin Yan's safety and care for him in every way... That's what Ladysia thought.

However, that's not the case. That's not the reality.

I didn't want to fight, but I can't give up no matter what.

I hope he won't fight / But I need your strength.

I did not deceive him, but at the same time, I did not tell him the truth.

Harboring unbearable contradictions and lies, they concealed the truth and refused to confront it.

Ruler seems to be deeply attracted to the kind of luck that one would otherwise never encounter: "having someone walk alongside them."

I thought I should keep him here, but at the same time, I was also certain that he would probably come along anyway.

Everything in the Holy Grail War is meaningful, and all Servants are indispensable key elements.

[One hundred and eighty seconds, with three remaining "possession" transformations—all these elements are necessary for the future.]

This way of thinking is precisely the decisive difference between Joan of Arc and Laeditya.

The girl's tender longing was being trampled upon by a Servant named Ruler. This longing was placed in a box, locked, put in a bag, bound tightly with rope, and then abandoned in a corner of the warehouse.

In order to prevent anyone from seeing it, and in order to prevent anyone from investigating.

I had a dream filled with regret.

The mother is whispering to her young son.

“My dear son. You must become a knight and defeat the king. As my son, you are qualified to inherit the throne. However, if your intentions are discovered now, the king will likely kill you immediately. Therefore, now is the time to lie low and wait quietly.”

I heard static and jarring, malevolent thoughts. I didn't want to hear them.

For Homunculus, an artificial life form, growth is a peculiar concept. Due to his origins, he always grows faster than other children, but this also means he ages much faster, to the point that he's closer to death than most of his peers. The children playing innocently in the village are the same age as him, wielding a sword. By the time they grow into adults, I'll probably be old and dead.

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How enviable, how jealous, how hateful.

Therefore, I vowed to become a being superior to humans. Since I must run faster than humans, it's only natural to want to be a being superior to anyone else.

Led by my mother, I glimpsed the king's figure from the darkness.

Brave, indifferent, steady, and as hard as steel.

"That is the opponent you will regard as your target, the enemy you must defeat, the king you must defeat with your own hands."

"It's impossible," I thought to myself.

Because the king was practically a flawless being. His judgments, swordsmanship, and tactics were all so perfect that they were beyond reproach.

So, though I felt bad for my mother, I gave up on him. Instead, I decided to pledge my loyalty to him. I resolved to become his sharpest weapon, to serve as someone who could cleanse him of his impurities.

Become a knight.

Growing up happens in an instant. Later, I got the helmet. I must never take it off in front of anyone. If someone who recognizes my face sees it, everything will be for naught.

Under my mother's repeated admonitions, I donned the mask. Even so, my swordsmanship and chivalry were impeccable... Thus, I received a sword from the king and became a knight. Although I was placed last, I was still granted the right to sit at the Round Table.

Happy days are fleeting, too. As a knight, I defeated all those who opposed the king. I questioned them about why they defied the king's will... but was met with rebuttal.

"Because that king was just too perfect."

Foolish fellow, that's precisely why the king is the most outstanding being. Throughout history, there has never been such a perfect king.

Most kings are tyrannical and arrogant, finding joy in their people's greedy desires. A king gives dreams, and he also takes them away; however, once his own dreams are taken, he vanishes as if he had abandoned everything, a truly disastrous situation.

"No matter who becomes king, the people will only be plundered, or they will plunder others."

The Knight King had no selfish desires. He only needed what was necessary; there was nothing he didn't need. He neither dreamed nor harbored ambitions.

He was simply fighting for the unification of his homeland, Britain... he was such a pure being.

This way of being is as beautiful as a finely honed blade. I cherish it with longing and admiration, and while feeling immense shame for my origins, I still strive to uphold chivalry.

I can confidently say that it was the most glorious and happiest time of my life.

The day of reckoning arrived quickly. My impatient mother revealed the secret of my origins.

Not only is he the son of Morgan, King Arthur's enemy, but he is also an artificial human created using an unknown method. And this artificial human is actually King Arthur's legitimate son, a clone that looks exactly like the king.

At that moment, I felt immense joy. The Knight King I had longed for was so close to me, and I was the only knight to inherit his bloodline.

In other words, he was the only one most qualified to become the "successor" of that Knight King.

I told King Arthur everything. I explained the legitimacy of my succession to Arthur, and everything else. The king, with his usual indifferent attitude, declared:

"I see. Although this is my sister's wicked scheme, you are indeed my son. However, I will not acknowledge you as my son, nor do I intend to pass the throne to you."

Perhaps the throne was seized too hastily, and considering the matter of succession might still be a bit premature.

However, the words that they didn't acknowledge me as their son pierced my heart deeply.

That was the fundamental premise of everything. I had thought that at least this point would be acknowledged by him... although it couldn't be made public because of the issue of succession.

Whenever we're alone together, he always tells me the truth, praising me as his proud son. That alone is already enough...

"You really have to say that you won't acknowledge me as your son, King Knight?"

I muttered something under my breath.

My king, with his back to me, no longer showed any interest in the knight, silently watching the future recede into the distance. My voice, filled with resentment, was imbued with a hatred I had never expressed before in my life.

On closer reflection, this makes perfect sense. Who would willingly acknowledge a son forcibly created by their enemy, Morgan? To the king, it was practically a curse.

So from this day forward, I will always, always, always sit at the bottom of the Knights of the Round Table. My excellence goes unrecognized, my enthusiasm is stifled, and all my efforts are ignored.

Just because I am Morgan's child... I cannot be recognized for that reason!

"Alright. I'll make you regret what you just said."

At that time, I had made up my mind. I would transform myself through hatred, utterly degrading everything about my father. His achievements, his political career, his battles... I would render everything this king had gained in the past decade utterly meaningless.

The king will surely hate me... There's nothing I can do about it.

The king will surely punish me... If you want to come, then bring it on.

The king will surely be watching me... I'm willing to give up everything just to be face to face with you.

The long War of Britain is finally drawing to a close. Having overcome countless difficulties, Britain is about to become a unified nation under the rule of the Knight King.

War brought glory to knights, but poverty and suffering to the people. Just when people thought that such days were finally coming to an end, one strange thing after another happened.

Wang Yiran remained calm, managing to cope with the series of unusual events. However, deep down he must have been filled with a frantic and unsettling sorrow... As I imagined this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

A rare hero... the illicit love affair between Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, and Guinevere, wife of King Arthur. And the one who boldly exposed this affair was none other than myself.

King Arthur lacked the magnanimity of a king; after all, even his wife was taken from him… I spread such rumors. While inciting other knights who harbored resentment towards the king, I myself continued to serve him faithfully.

This situation must have been incredibly bizarre for the king. A knight claiming to be his son was now faithfully serving him.

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I could truly feel the king's anguish. Then, King Arthur finally made what was probably his first and last mistake—a fatal one.

In order to punish the treacherous knight Lancelot, King Arthur decided to launch an expedition to France, and I was naturally appointed to stay behind at the headquarters.

To be honest, this is the obvious thing to do. I had already promoted my excellence through other knights and ministers, and more importantly, even without promotion, I am the only knight capable of handling government affairs properly.

The king appointed me regent and then departed for France. How much turmoil must have been weighing on his mind about punishing the Knights of the Lake, whom he had once trusted most?

In France… the battle with Lancelot will probably drag on for a long time. Having made this prediction, I immediately announced to those around me that King Arthur had died in battle. An emergency meeting was immediately convened in the city, and I successfully convinced everyone that “I, as regent, should succeed to the throne.”

Having obtained the greatsword "Clarente," a testament to my status as king, from the treasury, I immediately held a coronation ceremony in Canterbury. Although it was merely a formality, I became the official king.

Then, I proposed to Guinevere.

"What are you talking about? This is utterly ridiculous."

Facing Guinevere's indifferent attitude, I smiled and said:

"The ridiculous thing is your couple's game."

I finished speaking in a mocking tone and casually took off my helmet. I'll never forget the stiff expression on her face at that moment.

The marriage proposal wasn't my true intention to begin with. But this will only make the king hate me even more. That's fine. Hate me, hate me, keep hating me.

Naturally, the lie was exposed. King Arthur rushed back to his homeland, Britain, from France. Normally, I should have been killed the moment the lie was revealed. Although I was responsible for staying behind, causing such a huge uproar made me a worthy target for punishment. However, those I had threatened, appeased, and instigated all sided with me.

My persuasion skills are quite sophisticated… perhaps that's part of the reason. But at a more fundamental level, the king has actually already incurred the wrath of many people. Because everything the king does is based on absolute rationality, and he's also very ruthless; he won't hesitate to sacrifice anything if necessary.

They say that compared to the king, I am a more humane knight. How utterly foolish. I have never felt any affection for anyone but myself; humans are nothing but a bunch of useless beasts who can do nothing but talk.

Whether it's an innocent child or a lying adult, this won't change. Just throw them a piece of meat, and they'll immediately start a fight over it.

The only reason I haven't killed humans is because I don't hate them. Although I'm annoyed by the swarms of flying insects, I don't hate them.

So I went ahead and did what I wanted to do. I didn't care about those who followed me; I just went about my business. Surprisingly, they said I was very humane.

The king, who always thought about saving more people, was insulted for "not understanding people's hearts".

I never intended to save anyone, yet I received praise for being humane and understanding.

This is utterly absurd. My rebellion wasn't for you, it was only for myself.

Follow me if you want, I won't interfere. You've forgotten the king who worked so hard for you, yet you wag your tails and follow me, I absolutely won't care.

Then, the final battle began. Despite the defeat at the Battle of Dover, which allowed the enemy to land successfully, they still managed to defeat the exhausted Gawain.

After several small-scale skirmishes, I finally confronted the King at Camlann Hill. At that moment, regardless of who won or lost, the fate of the nation could be said to have been decided.

Even so, the king remained incredibly cold-blooded.

On the battlefield, I called out my father's name more than once. Because each time, a group of rabble would rush over, and I had to take them out one by one.

Slaughter, endless slaughter. Suddenly, a question popped into my head... Why did it turn out like this? From other people's perspectives, it seems so absurd and ridiculous... But I don't care.

Just as my mother predicted, I have indeed become the great sinner who destroyed this country... I don't care.

As for dragging the whole country into this because of my hatred... I don't care, I don't care, I don't care at all!

“Arthur…”

Hearing my call, the Knight King finally responded... and here, the final one-on-one duel began.

The outcome is decided. The king's holy spear pierced my chest. It is my defeat... no, it is my victory.

Because in the end, everything he had worked so hard to achieve was completely lost because of me.

So look at me, and hate me to your heart's content. Let my name be a taboo, grating sound, fill your expression with hatred, and shout it out loud.

But... until the very end, the king still did not acknowledge my existence.

With cold, emerald-green eyes, it confirmed my death, then turned and left. It uttered no parting words, shed no tears, and showed not even a hint of hatred.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Ah, I see.

What they said was indeed correct.

King Arthur truly didn't understand human nature.

I confess, until the very end, the king was a perfect king. But that's precisely why I hate him so much. Perfect king, even so, your rule was a complete mess.

If it were me, I could definitely do it well. What the king couldn't do, I can definitely do. Father, if you are the perfect king, then I will surpass you.

Ah, please give me one last chance, just one. Let me draw the chosen sword like the kings of the past. Please, please give me this one chance…

I had an incredible dream.

I am running across the land. An endless expanse of emerald green grassland, filled with pristine beauty. The scenery keeps changing. Although I know this is a dream, the sensation in my legs feels incredibly real.