Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"I always feel like there's a sweet, metallic smell of blood coming from somewhere."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

A sudden "thump" made Fiore's heart skip a beat. No, it was nothing, just the sound of a clock. It was six o'clock; just the chiming of a pillar clock in one of the rooms. After all, the perpetrator was a serial killer; his forte was, of course, approaching his target silently…

Fiore barely managed to resist looking back. If someone was already hiding behind her, turning around to check would be a waste of time.

"The arms must move..."

Fiore moved her arm. The commands transmitted from her brain through her nerves seemed to be reacting much slower than usual.

"Dong!"... It's the clock again. Is that so? Because it's sixteen o'clock, it'll chime four times. So this is the second chime, the second chime? Just the second chime? No wonder I'm moving so slowly; time seems to have been stretched out dramatically.

Calm down... calm down... Thump! Ugh! It's so noisy I can't concentrate! Since the bar clock chimes every second, it's already the third second.

How long does it usually take me to walk these thirty meters? At full speed… about two minutes. My room is through the door on the left here. Because it's difficult to open the door while in a wheelchair, I've already set up an incantation to unlock it. All I need to do is recite one sentence.

Thump! The fourth thud. After that sound, nothing more happened. The surroundings were just dim and very quiet.

"what?"

Fiore looked around in astonishment. It was so dark! It was too dim! It was only nearing evening; it couldn't possibly be this dark!

Fiore looked out the corridor window...so white.

"What exactly is this..."

Although the surroundings were a vast expanse of white, as if painted with large blocks of color, there was no clarity whatsoever. No matter how much I looked out the window, all I could see was a white blur.

That... isn't snow. It's probably fog.

"...almost everyone's lungs have rotted away..."

"It feels like inhaling sulfuric acid..."

"During the era in which Jack the Ripper was active, London was beginning to receive attention due to the pollution caused by the Industrial Revolution..."

"The City of Fog!"

"The City of Fog!"

"The City of Fog!"

The concept of time itself had vanished from Fiore's mind. Ignoring the noise, she propelled her wheelchair forward at full speed.

It would have been impossible for mist to appear in Torifas during this period. Of course, we cannot deny that it could be a natural phenomenon that happened by chance... but even so, it would be more appropriate to classify this mist that enveloped the entire castle as a magical phenomenon.

Ten meters remain.

Because of the rapid movement, the sound of wheels grinding against each other filled her ears. However, she couldn't care less now; the thought that the other person might be right behind her made it impossible for Fiore to remain calm.

Six meters remain.

An Assassin's unique skill is "Scent Concealment." Because this skill is ideally suited for assassinating a Master, as long as the target isn't visually detected, they'll be completely unaware of the opponent's presence. However, it should at least trigger one of the several layers of alarm barriers that are in place.

Two meters remain.

but,

if……

If Assassin is an opponent who can completely ignore those things...

We arrived at the door.

Fiore stopped in front of the door, chanting the incantation for opening and unlocking. The door opened, and the wheels continued to move... In an instant, she unconsciously turned her gaze to the left.

It was a completely unconscious action. There was neither breath nor sound. There was no trace of the distinctive presence of someone standing behind him. It wasn't even intuition; it was merely a matter of confirming the object that had been causing him fear since they had reached the safe zone.

Everyone hopes to find out that the white thing chasing them is just a plastic bag and feel relieved, and also hopes to find that the thing shaking the window is just a strong wind.

Therefore, it was purely a coincidence.

There was no sense of incongruity or unnaturalness; the "girl" blended perfectly into the background. She was running... her movements were clearly as dynamic as a cheetah's, yet each step she took was completely silent.

If anything, the girl had nowhere to hide in the straight corridor. Before she could let out a terrified scream, Fiore had already tumbled off her wheelchair and rushed into the room.

"atresia!"

The door's defenses might not even last ten seconds. But those ten seconds were crucial. His target was on the table. Hurry, hurry, hurry…!

Kaifeng.

Before they had even reached the halfway point, the door opened. Fiore, looking completely bewildered, immediately turned around... and only then did she truly grasp the girl's posture.

It was a young girl. Moreover, she didn't show any characteristics of an Assassin, and she didn't even look like a Servant at all. She had light-colored hair, a childlike face, a bodysuit that tightly bound her body, and... ice-blue eyes that were completely devoid of any emotion.

"Why……"

"You ask why? Didn't I just say? My ears are very sharp."

A strange, murky sound. To Fiore, it sounded as if two or three voices were saying the same lines.

"You... are you 'Black' Assassin...?"

"Ok!"

The girl nodded vigorously twice with a cute gesture. Then, she began twirling the dagger in her right hand. Blood dripped from the blade… she seemed to have killed someone on her way here.

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"You must be Master. Right, you must be... the one who hacks Archer."

Fiore looked timid and backed away.

The girl surveyed her surroundings with interest. Fiore felt a surge of humiliation as she backed away. The enemy's interest in her room far surpassed her own… which meant they didn't see her as an enemy, but rather as mere prey. It was a shameful feeling, like having one's secrets gradually revealed by a voyeur.

"The rooms of so-called magicians are all basically the same layout~"

The girl pointed a dagger at the items… amulets for adjusting the room's magic, gems for creating a barrier, clothing for summoning spirits, an unfinished prosthetic arm, and countless grimoires. The beastly familiar stared at Assassin with emotionless eyes.

Fiore continued to back away. In the corner of the room was a desk with a briefcase on it.

"'Black' Assassin, the Holy Grail isn't here. It's been stolen by someone else."

"I know, you're from the 'Red' team, right?"

"What...you knew this all along, so why did you still attack this place!"

"Isn't it the most logical thing to start with the easiest part to solve?"

I'm just one step away from touching the suitcase. But how many times will I be killed in the process of taking it in my hands, opening it, and then attaching it to my back?

However, even if things continue like this, I will still die.

"Hmm? Hey, do you want that?"

A medical scalpel pierced the briefcase, and Fiore, who was about to reach for it, let out a cry of pain. Assassin seemed to have anticipated her attempt to grab something from the table.

"what……"

The astonished sound was definitely not an act. What was hidden inside was indeed the latest connection-enhanced Mystic Code being used now.

"That's your Noble Phantasm, isn't it? Sorry, I don't want you to use it."

But... this is fine.

"Really? It doesn't matter. In that case, I'll use this one...!"

"..."

Fiore reached for the prosthetic arm that was there as decoration. The thing she had been groping for as she backed away was this old-fashioned dress that was exposed and didn't require opening the briefcase.

"Unity!"

She was chanting the activation incantation for the costume. Automatically sensing the Master's body temperature, it moved like a snake, instantly disappearing into Fiore's back and expanding into four arms.

"The Iron Fist of War!"

One of the arms fired a beam of light. Assassin immediately deflected it with his dagger. However, Fiore knew Assassin was standing next to the door leading to the corridor. The fact that she would be instantly killed if she moved remained unchanged. She couldn't stay in this room indefinitely… and the outside world, shrouded in thick fog, was also dangerous.

But even so, if he didn't risk stepping into a deadly situation, he would undoubtedly die.

"Full-arm automatic action... objective set as 'escape the fog's coverage area'."

Having said that, Fiore covered her mouth with a handkerchief imbued with mild magic resistance and closed her eyes. Her arm obeyed her command, shattering the glass and leaping into the thick fog.

"Ugh...!"

The moment it touched my skin, I felt as if it were rotting. Even though I had my eyes closed, my eyeballs throbbed with pain, and the air I inhaled through the handkerchief felt incredibly cold and stinging.

Since the Industrial Revolution, London has experienced air pollution due to the mixture of coal smoke and frequent smog generated by industrial development. The sulfur dioxide contained in the coal smoke undergoes changes in the atmosphere, forming sulfuric acid-like smog.

This is the air of London, where Jack the Ripper "lived." It is also the protective artifact used by the unidentified serial killer to hide... "Dark Fog City."

With each breath, a sharp pain shot through her lungs. She was being corroded… her internal organs were being dissolved. Even so, the prosthetic arm supporting her seemed unaffected, continuing its nimble movements as it tried to escape the fog's reach.

However, in terms of both speed and distance, we should be close to the exit by now. But for some reason, I can't escape the fog's grasp, and I can hear echoes of laughter all around me.

"Three~"

Upon hearing that voice, which could almost be described as innocent, Fiore couldn't help but shudder. It felt as if the voice was coming right next to her ear.

"Two~"

Countdown. No one knows what will happen after the countdown ends. Only terrifying imaginings continue to grow. The prosthetic arm is searching everywhere for an exit, going around in circles, but still unable to reach it.

"One~"

A mournful cry was about to burst from his mouth. The sound seemed to come from both behind and directly in front of him.

The prosthetic arm reacted to hostile actions, automatically releasing a light blast. This Mystic Code, possessing the ability to sense body temperature, allows it to function effectively even when completely blind.

Zero~

However, it was all meaningless in the face of this Servant. The fog was her Noble Phantasm; only she could perform normal actions within this dense fog. Other Servants' Dexterity levels would automatically decrease by one, while mages and humans would suffer continuous damage indefinitely.

A strange sound came from behind.

Silently, only the facts were laid bare. The broken prosthetic arm immediately ceased functioning, and Fiore, losing her balance, could only collapse helplessly to the ground.

"what……"

Despite the prosthetic arm's desperate attempts to move, it has not only lost its balance, but the other two prosthetic arms are also not entirely unharmed.

"Then, bye~"

Jack held the dagger to Fiore's face, whose eyes were still closed. Perhaps knowing the dagger was so close, Fiore called out her Servant's name with muffled groans.

“Archer…!”

Once her throat is slit, she will fall silent like everyone else… With that thought in mind, Jack swiftly and smoothly slit her throat.

There was no feeling in his hand. Fiore's figure vanished from his sight. Instantly, Assassin sensed the immense killing intent projected upon him, and a sense of fear crept into his heart.

"Servant?"

"Yes."

The opponent fired an arrow... but Assassin nimbly spun in the air and landed on a nearby high platform.

"That's really fast. I thought you would need more time."

The arrival of "Black" Archer was incredibly close. Even at full speed, it was impossible to catch up. Even if he fired an arrow, Assassin, sensing the killing intent, should have easily blocked it.

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The last remaining option was the Command Spell. But Fiore couldn't use it. The very thought of using it hadn't even crossed her mind. The surrounding mist seemed to rob her of her normal thinking abilities.

However, she could still call out Archer's name. It wasn't a thought, but a call emanating from instinct.

The sound reached Archer's ears, and he immediately understood the situation, then made a decisive move... not to shoot the Assassin, but Fiore. This arrow had no arrowhead; instead, a spell to deflect the target was embedded in the tip.

"Then let's settle this formally, 'Black' Assassin."

"No way! Another Servant is coming, right? We're not stupid enough to fight in this situation."

With a childlike tone and a clear, bell-like voice, Assassin calmly analyzed the situation. And her analysis was quite accurate.

So, bye-bye~

As long as he could disappear into the mist, even Archer wouldn't be able to catch him. Assassin vanished just like that... or so it should have been.

A blow filled with intense rage that even Archer and Fiore couldn't have predicted.