Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Not everyone can have a happy ending; rather, the most fitting outcome is a battle in which everyone hurts and hates each other.

For someone covered in blood, being burned at the stake was the most fitting end.

Even if I am seen in a pathetic state and ridiculed, even if I am fooled and insulted, I don't care at all.

So, let us pray. All I need to do is pray, all I need to do is look up at the sky. In the end, it's just the death of a dull and insignificant country girl, nothing more than a trivial matter that will sooner or later be buried in the torrent of history.

And I will still think this way, even now that I've become a "heroic spirit" because of the faith of so many people. I'm still just an incredibly foolish country girl.

However, this Holy Grail War is truly extraordinary in every respect.

The fact that the number of summoned Servants easily exceeded ten, and that two opposing factions, each composed of seven riders, were engaged in a battle, was already an extremely unusual situation. Nevertheless, an anomaly occurred when I was summoned as the Ruler, forcing me to manifest in the world through the body of a girl named Ladycia.

The root cause of this situation lies with the most extraordinary being in this Holy Grail War: Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

I, who should have been the arbiter, am no longer a bystander in this war, but have become a player who exists to determine the winner.

Then, there is another major anomaly in this Holy Grail War.

Despite being unnamed and having an extremely short lifespan, it is an artificial life form that struggles desperately to survive, possessing both gem-like beauty and human-like twistedness.

Whether it's the duel of the fourteen riders or the existence of another Ruler, they all pale in comparison to his unique characteristics.

The so-called androids were created to fulfill their original duties. They never question anything they do, only obediently following their master's orders. Moreover, they are the type who are born incapable of normal thinking.

Magic is activated using magic circuits, and then supplied to the Servants through pipes.

No language or thought is needed; simply existing is enough to gain tacit approval. Instead, there are born victims who are constantly exploited.

However, "he" broke free from this constraint.

Trembling with fear, dreading despair, yet clinging to the will to survive, they crawled out of the magic supply tank.

He, who should have been buried in obscurity, suddenly became a being with extraordinary abilities. Just surviving was already an "abnormal ability" for him.

Although he later escaped with the help of "Black" Rider, his heart was damaged not long afterward, leaving him in a near-death state.

His life was saved by Siegfried, the hero famous for "The Song of the Nibelungs." Summoned to the mortal world as "Black" Saber, he gave his heart to a homunculus.

The reason remains uncertain to this day. However, "Black" Rider, who witnessed his death, heard his seemingly soliloquy last words.

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Siegfried gave his life with complete satisfaction and without reservation. This was a homunculus who originally didn't even have a name. That "he" was repeatedly favored by fortune and strived to live.

A glorious future awaited him on his path. He had finally overcome despair and was moving towards hope, but...

Despite this, he returned to "this side".

Of course, it was all his own choice, that's an undeniable fact. Therefore, I should have judged this matter fairly.

But I couldn't do that. I just couldn't come to that kind of understanding of him.

One of the girls believed it was "love at first sight," thinking that she was deeply attracted by his sense of danger and his noble character of overcoming difficulties.

The other girl didn't see it as romantic love. She only wanted to protect him because she felt she "should do it."

In short, the android who called himself Lin Yan began to act alongside me.

They fight side by side because they share common interests.

My half felt joy at the prospect of love, while my other half suffered from guilt and doubt.

Why should I act alongside him and swear to protect him? Is this truly my own feeling, or...?

I've chosen to give up on this question that has lingered in my mind countless times. I'll simply put it aside, using "I don't know" as an excuse.

Instead, I became aware of the emotions held by the other half of my body.

In another part of my heart, there was a sadness so intense it wanted to cry, yet also a ridiculous and absurd feeling, like a whirlpool of intensely colorful emotions.

Ah. This must be what they call love. It's a heart as pure as a pale flower, completely unrelated to me.

Of course, this doesn't belong to me; it's the affection of the girl who accepted me. The feelings flowing in only bring me immense joy and tenderness.

So, I still feel a little guilty about the fact that "he" saw me, not "her".

You should be looking at her, not me.

However, when I looked at "him", I somehow forgot about this feeling of guilt.

However, there is no problem.

This love affair will not end here. As soon as I disappear, what remains are the girl and boy who have gained a future.

Just imagining that scene fills me with an almost overwhelming joy that makes me want to cry.

The world is beautiful, as someone once said.

The ever-changing white clouds, the azure sky, the ancient trees that almost evoke a sense of the sacred, and the tender buds exuding a fresh scent—these natural beauties need no further explanation. Even in the metropolises where humans constantly strive for survival, there is an artificial beauty that is enough to conceal their ugliness.

This world is anything but easy; in fact, simply surviving is incredibly difficult. Herbivores are preyed upon by carnivores, carnivores die by human guns, and humans are defeated by inhuman beings. Even these inhuman beings can lose to ordinary humans. The victors will one day become the vanquished; we must accept the cruelty of this absolute and hopeless world.

There is evil, there is good, and there is also a gray area that is neither good nor evil.

Even so, the world is still beautiful.

Life sings the praises of existence. There is no distinction between beauty and ugliness, only the sweat of relentless effort. It does not become arrogant because of its existence. In other words, it is simply about continuing to choose to live.

The world will always be beautiful.

Bathed in the gentle, warm sunlight of dusk.

Someone is praying like this.

The world is ugly, someone once said.

The world needs chaos to exist; pure good alone cannot sustain it, while pure evil would cause it to collapse. At the same time, these two can never coexist. A little evil exists within a world of good. This is how the world exists, and it is precisely because of this that ugliness constantly arises. Evil scorns good, and good is angered by evil. However, in a world where good and evil are opposed, there will always be those who constitute the vast majority.

That is "gray." Neither good nor evil, a group that simply conforms to the times and goes with the flow. They neither believe in goodness nor can they stand tall and insist they are not evil. They openly approve of evil deeds, yet deny the existence of malice. They proclaim themselves to be good people, yet condone all acts of cruelty.

Laughing while killing, scorning while killing. Killing in a game, making excuses for uncontrollable desires. That's humanity, that's the world.

Ah, this world is so ugly. Have we been tainted by kindness, fallen into the path of evil, or neither? No color can be categorized; our will is constantly wavering. As long as these hordes of malice and stench-filled corpses have not yet perished.

The world will continue to emit a stench.

In the pitch-black darkness that even the heart is frozen, a curse-like haze hangs in the air.

Some people have come to this conclusion.

In the first chapter of Book Four, agonizing cries erupted from all directions. As a thick fog instantly enveloped the entire city of Torifas, chaos reigned in the streets.

Seeing Lin Yan ignore his attempts to stop him and rush out, Ruler, now in armor, tried to catch up, but the thick fog obscured his view and he couldn't see him.

A sharp, striking sound rang in my ears, sounding much like the sound of cannons from the past, but a little softer.

"It's gunfire!"

The "Black" Assassin is lurking somewhere within this thick fog. This is now a confirmed fact. However, the greater concern now is Lin Yan's safety.

For Ruler, the haze released by the "Black" Assassin had no effect other than obscuring her vision. The reason her agility level didn't even decrease was probably because she possessed magic resistance skills far beyond common sense.

"Lin Yanjun!"

"Help. Help me."

It wasn't Lin Yan who responded to her calls, but a young child. Instantly, Ruler decided without hesitation to rush to the child's side first.

However, Ruler sensed that the "Black" Assassin was nearby. She couldn't afford to be careless. With this thought in mind, she gripped the Holy Banner tightly and searched for the source of the voice.

Scavenging through the blurry vision, Ruler quickly spotted the child. The child was pressing his head against the wall, clutching his chest in pain. His face, however, was invisible.

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Ruler hesitated for a moment. Assassin's real name was "Jack the Ripper," a notorious serial killer in Britain in the past.

No matter what, it couldn't possibly be this young girl in front of us. However, no one knew Jack the Ripper's appearance or true identity.

Could it be...? While not being able to rule out the last remaining possibility, Ruler cautiously touched her shoulder.

In an instant, a mix of relief and anxious anticipation welled up within her. Upon touching the other person, she immediately realized that the girl was not a spirit, but a human with a physical body.

"Mother."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to your mother right away."

As Ruler spoke, he wrapped the summoned Shroud of Relic around her body. As long as she was covered with this protective cloth, she should be safe for the time being.

Fortunately, the girl did not appear to be injured.

"Huh...?"

He didn't appear to be injured.

Isn't that a completely illogical situation? Even though they are inherently somewhat weak, androids would die or faint within ten minutes of staying in such dense fog. Given this, why is this ordinary, frail child still alive?

If you're unlucky, you'll die instantly; even if you're lucky, you should at least be in a near-death state.

"Um, are you alright?"

"Yes. I don't feel any pain anymore."

After hearing Ruler's question, the girl replied in a way that seemed somewhat nonsensical.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

The girl silently stretched out her foot. A rough gash was visible on her knee. Had she fallen? No. And certainly, it couldn't have been caused by the poisonous fog.

This wound must have been caused by something sharp. That's why she cried out in pain.

A chill ran through his body. An intense killing intent was being projected onto him.

Moreover, this murderous intent.

It was by no means anything ordinary. Thick, sticky coal tar, five-inch nails scorched to a blinding white light, a suddenly mutated, deadly virus—it was something akin to a cursed object.

What's even more appalling is that the murderous intent wasn't directed at just him.

“If you move away, I will kill this child.”

It also landed on the child Ruler was holding with one hand. It seems that "Black" Assassin has overwhelming confidence in his next strike.

"OK then."

Ruler vowed to protect the girl he was holding in one arm. No matter what attack the opponent would use next, as long as this holy banner was there, Ruler would never fall.

If you were to ask where Ruler miscalculated...

In that instant, all his attention was focused on the "black" Assassin. At the same time, he recognized the girl he was holding in one arm as someone he had to protect.

The girl opened her mouth, reached inside, and pulled out a scalpel that had been hidden in her stomach. The "Black" Assassin had made thorough preparations to kill this unidentified Servant. The boy who appeared to be the Master had already been dealt with by his own Master, Rokudou Reika.

Even so, the Servant before her remained calm and prepared to confront the Assassin. Perhaps she possessed the ability to "act alone," or perhaps... that wasn't her Master at all?

Even so, there's no problem. "Black" Assassin unleashed his Noble Phantasm without hesitation or mercy.

"From this place onwards is hell. We are fire, rain, and power."

Dimensions have distorted, and murders have begun. The victims are women. These women, wandering in the "fog," will be slaughtered by the "night."

With all three conditions met, the girl's attack was "Disintegration Mother." This is an absolute treasure capable of killing almost every "female" in the world.

And then. Now, the murder is established here.

Jack the Ripper killed at least five prostitutes. Maybe so.

Jack the Ripper must have had extensive medical knowledge. Perhaps.

Jack the Ripper could be a man or a woman.

The past history will not change, yet the existence of Jack the Ripper remains unclear.

No one knows Jack's true nature, and no one understands it. Not police officers, detectives, poets, teachers, doctors, serial killers, psychics, scientists, or even... perhaps even God himself doesn't know.

All that is known about Jack the Ripper is now.

Jack the Ripper kills "females".

The victim's abdomen will be blasted off. The moment the Noble Phantasm is activated, all circumstances will have ended.

This is something even a single strike from the Holy Sword or a series of attacks from the Divine Spear cannot achieve. A recreation of the murder scene.

The victim will die. Limbs are dismembered, organs are forcibly removed, and a large amount of blood is lost, the ultimate result of which is death.