Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Lin Yan was unable to give definite answers to these questions, because they lacked the very conditions necessary to survive.

The girls grabbed Lin Yan's arms. With expressions of half-crying, half-laughing, they melted into each other, permeating Lin Yan's being.

"The world is incredibly ugly. We all know that. Even so, do you still want to live?"

These words caused unparalleled and immense harm to the heart of a boy who still didn't know what the world was like. Ruler was also drawn into the girls' nightmares. Now, Ruler is walking down a street filled with a stench like that of decaying matter.

Is this England?

The previous city of Tolfas, though its architecture was medieval, maintained a clean and hygienic streetscape. Here, however, it was the complete opposite. While the buildings were a more familiar, modern style to Leticia, they exuded an unbearable atmosphere of danger and unsanitary conditions.

This is the city where Jack the Ripper was born. The smog is so cold it almost freezes you to death, the nights so dark and gloomy. Ruler is walking down one of these streets.

Without realizing it, she had removed her armor and was no longer carrying the holy banner she always held with her. However, she felt no unease about this and continued walking forward openly and honestly.

She had a general idea of ​​how to deal with these illusions. As for how to escape from here—no, how to defeat them—she was equally confident.

That's a sad thing. Even if the outcome is happy, someone still has to endure the suffering before reaching that state.

Innocent people, innocent children, pure and flawless beings.

Even so, we can only move forward by defeating it.

Ruler's gaze, lost in thought, conveyed a powerful will—a will as sharp as a blade and as unyielding as steel.

There was a little child in the alley. She was staring at Ruler, the saint, with eyes filled with despair. It was the murderous intent of the weak. But Ruler looked back at her without flinching. It was a gaze of murderous intent that a hero would never cast upon a child who was a victim of despair.

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The child took a step back in surprise. Ruler asked in a cold tone:

"What's wrong, 'Black' Assassin? No, I should say you were once a 'Black' Assassin, the girl who earned the name Jack the Ripper, and you weren't anyone else. Are you still going to run away?"

Why aren't you afraid?

"Fear? Why should I see you as terrifying beings? You are all just pathetic victims."

Upon hearing this, countless children emerged. Their appearances seemed diverse, yet a certain unity existed among them. All the children looked dirty, their eyes revealing a dark glint.

This is undoubtedly hell on earth. They are all embodying this fact in their own ways.

No matter how cold-blooded a person may be, once pushed into this hell, they would likely feel confusion, fear, and trembling. This is precisely the inner world of Jack the Ripper, the origin of all things. It is the dark miniature world that she, on the verge of death, reveals to the world, a place embodying all the ugliness of human nature.

"My Lady Saint."

"Lord Angel.".

"Please save us, these poor, very poor children. Save us, help us, reach out to us. Please, please, please."

The children who rushed toward Ruler all pleaded with her with eager expressions.

If she were a saint, she would definitely step in to save him; if she were a saint, she would definitely offer help. No, even if she weren't a saint, any ordinary person with a conscience should have some kind of realization, right?

Despite this, she remained unmoved, standing in the center. Moreover, her face showed no sign of wavering, sympathy, or pity.

The saint solemnly declared:

“That’s something I can’t do. I can save lost children, and I can purify souls that still cling to the world through prayer. But I just can’t save Jack the Ripper.”

The children froze instantly.

"You have all been incorporated into the legend of 'him,' the murderer Jack the Ripper, who can be said to be neither anyone nor anyone. Can you still accurately identify the people you killed as Jack the Ripper's victims? You don't even know their names or faces; you just killed them in search of your mothers, didn't you?"

Jack the Ripper killed at least five prostitutes.

Jack the Ripper ripped out all the entrails.

Jack the Ripper sent letters to the news agency.

Jack the Ripper was a doctor.

Jack the Ripper was a member of the royal family.

Jack the Ripper was a painter.

Jack the Ripper was an ordinary person, someone you could find anywhere.

It's all a lie, but it's also all true. With all the rumors and speculations intertwined, figuring out his or her true colors is an unimaginably absurd problem.

It could be anyone, or it could be no one. It could be neither anyone nor anyone.

The problem is that the possibilities are infinite. If things develop to this point, Jack the Ripper, as an anti-Heroic Spirit, would combine all these possibilities into the present world.

The Holy Grail must have been trying to summon Jack the Ripper in all his various forms.

“That’s right, you’ve been absorbed by Jack the Ripper, although it’s also possible that you absorbed him. So, I can only defeat you, not save you.”

"how so."

"No."

The children began to waver. They, who had corrupted all the humans who had come here while seeking redemption, were indeed a group of evil spirits. They vaguely understood their impending doom.

The saint's prayer was not a form of salvation.

"You probably already know. Next, I'm going to wipe you out."

That was a baptismal chant performed to completely annihilate one's own existence.

"The Lord's grace is infinitely profound, and His mercy is eternal."

"Why? How could this happen? Why?"

"Because this is the law of nature. You already know that, don't you? Due to your ever-expanding hatred and the despair of those you kill, you have been corrupted. Now, I'm afraid none of you can escape the concept of 'Jack the Ripper' anymore."

"You live in a deserted wilderness, with no idea how to survive."

They formed the 'Jack the Ripper' group as a collective.

Each of them doesn't even have a name and is not known to the world as an individual.

"Hunger, thirst, and the soul is gradually weakening."

"No! That's not how it is, we, we are..."

"So, do you each have a name?"

The children's breathing stopped. It was a taboo subject. Those aborted in the fetal stage had no names. While humans have names, cells cannot be given names.

“Speak his name and you will be saved. Speak the name of the one who guided you to the path of survival.”

"So."

Ruler slowly extended his right hand, but at that moment a scream came from somewhere.

"Stop! Stop, Ruler!"

"Red Archer?"

Facing the astonished Ruler, 'Red' Archer aimed at her with a drawn bow. Her right hand was stained with a murky black mass, clearly indicating she was possessed by an evil spirit.

"What are you doing here, Archer! Your right hand."

As if to interrupt Ruler, she immediately shot an arrow.

"Shut up! That's what I should be asking you! What are you doing here?! These are children! They're just children, harmless spirits. They don't even have any evil element! They are victims, pitiful souls destroyed by the world's institutions! That's all, so why are you killing them!"

The evil spirits reacted to "Red" Archer's words by simultaneously hiding behind her. They probably sensed the strong will to protect them.

Ruler was unarmed. Moreover, this was a world of illusions, so even the fiercest battle wouldn't produce a victor, and the arrows he shot would be ineffective.

The bow and arrow embodies the will of "Red" Archer, a simple desire for revenge: "If you kill these children, I will kill you."

Are you pitying them? Ruler stared at "Red" Archer, who in turn stared back at him.

“Archer, since you are a Heroic Spirit, you should know very well that those children are absolutely beyond saving. For them to survive would only mean gaining more companions. Moreover, for those children themselves, letting their souls return to a peaceful and pure land is the most compassionate thing to do.”

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"Red" Archer fired the arrow without hesitation. The steel tip pierced the stone floor. His haste had reached a pathetic point, and he had made a fatal mistake.

"What is compassion?! Saving the world is the duty of a saint! Saintess of Orleans, you did not draw your sword on the battlefield but only waved the holy banner. What was the purpose of this? It was all to avoid killing the enemy! To avoid getting your hands stained with blood."

"Is that what you think, 'Red' Archer?"

Ruler declared in a cold voice. It was a sharp, razor-sharp voice that even hunters who had traversed countless wars couldn't help but be momentarily overwhelmed by.

"Just because I didn't use a sword, does that mean my hands aren't stained with blood? Impossible. I participated in that war and made the decision to fight. From that moment on, it's fair to say my hands were already stained with blood. Don't underestimate me; I have no hesitation in eliminating them!"

Upon hearing this, "Red" Archer was instantly enraged, and roared as if tearing at something:

"If that's the case, then you're not a saint at all."

“You’re absolutely right, ‘Red’ Archer. Everyone calls me a saint, but I’ve never thought of myself that way.”

Archer, the "Red" archer, looked stunned. If it were the saintess, there was a possibility that they could be saved. Perhaps that's what she was thinking.

"This is their world of memories, nothing more than illusions created from lingering longing. Do you want them to suffer in this ambiguous world forever?! Alright, please get out of the way."

Despite letting out a frustrated groan, "Red" Archer resolutely stood in front of Ruler.

“Ugh. I. Refuse. If. If I stand by and watch these children die, who will care for them?! You just said you were letting their souls return to paradise, Ruler. But that's just sublimation, it's just simple killing! I absolutely refuse.”

Archer and Ruler's conversation suddenly stopped. A girl hiding behind Archer walked up to Ruler. She had a completely bewildered expression. "She looks just like a puppy abandoned in the wilderness," Ruler thought.

"that."

Hearing her call, Ruler immediately knelt down to meet her gaze. Regardless of the circumstances, her next action was undoubtedly a "sin." Therefore, at the very least, she shouldn't run away from this reality.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"You... even if you kill us... it won't matter?"

These words pierced Ruler's heart like a sharp sword. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure it.

If it could have been saved, she would have done it long ago. If she could have helped them, she would have lent a hand. But it was impossible. Ruler understood this perfectly well. It was an impossible task.

Even so, even so, we still have to keep moving forward.

Blood seeped from his tightly clenched lips. The moment he saw this, Jack the Ripper's hesitation and fear vanished.

"No. No, stop! Stop!"

The children hiding behind "Red" Archer all walked up to Ruler. "Red" Archer tried desperately to pull them back, but the children seemed to defy her will and pierced through her arms.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

As if realizing their final moments, they didn't run away, but silently accepted Ruler's fate. "Red" Archer finally understood. This was an unchangeable destiny. Their deaths were inevitable, an undeniable fact.

More importantly, the children all rejected her. Therefore, she was completely unable to act. In this world of illusion, she could only witness the unfolding events as a third party.

"Satiate the thirsty soul, fill the hungry soul with good things."

Chant with solemnity, while swiftly annihilating their existence. This is not a recurring cycle of death, but true annihilation. They will transcend the axis of reincarnation and will never again be summoned as "Jack the Ripper" in any Holy Grail War.

It seems like a salvation, but it isn't. Although becoming a Servant means getting a second life, it's actually their first life to them.

They spontaneously held hands and silently gazed at Ruler.

"In the deep darkness, let those who are suffering and bound by steel find redemption."

The children are disappearing. They are not ascending to heaven, nor merging into darkness, but simply dissolving into the world like smog.

"Ah."

Throughout this time, Ruler's serious expression remained unchanged. If she cried, the children would know she was grieving for their deaths, and thus develop a attachment to the world. So Ruler stood there, unwavering as steel.

"Break free from your chains now and be saved from the deep darkness."

"I really don't want to die."

Hearing the children's mutterings, Ruler almost wavered. But her current stance allowed no room for change. She showed no sign of wavering, silently dealing with them as she went.

"May those who grieve for their sinful deeds and suffer for their injustices be redeemed."

As the children disappear one by one, the nightmarish, foggy city of London also gradually vanishes. This is a place recreated based on their memories; once they are gone, they will inevitably cease to exist in the world.

And so, in the darkness, only one girl remained. She gazed upon the saint with her pure eyes.

Are we all going to disappear?

"Yes, because that is the law of nature."

"Really? I think so too. We can't go back anywhere, and we can't go anywhere. We're just going around in circles, going in circles again and again, and in the end, we still can't get anywhere."