Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"Do you want to know?"

"I'd like to hear more." Caster nodded in reply. "Red" Rider materialized his beloved gun without hesitation and pointed it at Caster.

"You won't understand even in a hundred years."

The stern gaze conveyed unmistakable hostility. "Red" Rider was by no means a patient person. Regardless of the current situation, uttering any more foolish jokes would likely endanger his life.

However, whether or not Caster realized the situation, he simply shrugged nonchalantly.

"Is that so? I see. The dignity and soul of a proud warrior cannot be described in words. Overflowing with the joy and sorrow of fighting the strong, it cannot be summarized in a single sentence. Is that what you mean?"

You weren't even listening to what I was saying!

What's frustrating is that this indescribable, complex feeling, when broken down into words, seems to arrive at a simple and straightforward conclusion.

"Damn it, this is unbearable."

Rider scratched his head impatiently, then put his gun away. He might as well go complain to Lancer. Just as he turned away with this thought, Caster spoke up again:

“I will definitely write your story someday, so now I have a question. Do you think it's better to write it as a tragedy or a comedy?”

Perhaps thinking that it would be troublesome to pull out a gun and point it at him again, Rider answered quite simply:

"This is, after all, my own life experience, so you can interpret it as you see fit. But then again..."

In that instant, scenes from Rider's past flashed through his mind. Born into the world as the son of a hero and a goddess, separated from his mother at a young age, then learning skills, fighting, falling in love, hating others, and finally dying in battle.

That must be a process that can be expressed through language. With Shakespeare's boundless vocabulary, he could probably even perfectly and accurately express what was in his heart.

But in the end, it was just a story.

No matter how precisely you express it, your life is still your own. Therefore, whether it's a comedy or a tragedy, there is actually no difference.

In that case, the final consideration is the Rider's own preferences.

"Let's write it as a comedy. The kind of story that will make readers laugh out loud at its absurdity. In reality, only the heels retain a human form, and in the end, the character dies from being shot there. There's probably no more absurd ending in the world!"

Rider laughed it off, seemingly unconcerned about his life. Caster, witnessing this, wiped the smile from his face, bowed deeply, and said:

"Yes, I understand."

Despite encountering many troubles, Rider still considers himself lucky.

At least in this second life, not everything is bad. Here, there are figures I once wanted to surpass. A great sage, a teacher of many heroes, proficient in many martial arts and possessing boundless wisdom.

Here are heroes who once wondered if they could one day fight him and surpass him.

That was a wish that had been unknowingly abandoned during the years spent fighting on the battlefield. But now, it has come true. Since this wish has been fulfilled, it should be seen as a stroke of luck.

However, "Red" Rider still harbors some doubts about whether Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's wish is truly enough to save the world.

Theoretically, it was very complete, practically flawless. Rider, who deeply understood the sins of humanity, also believed, after hearing his proposal, that it was a solution that would make him lay down his gun.

However, even so, some doubts remain. It's practically a revolution for the human species. What the world will become is completely unpredictable.

However, Master at least firmly believes in this. It's a conclusion reached after decades of experience. He probably already overcame every doubt Rider could think of.

Is this too hasty, or is it already too late? This is a question even Heroic Spirits cannot accurately judge.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada must have witnessed hell; he must have seen the horrific scenes of people being slaughtered. Yet, even so, he still wanted to save all of humanity.

That is why the "Red" Rider made the decision to acknowledge him as his Master.

He didn't think it was a wrong decision. But nonetheless.

A sliver of hesitation remained within him. This thought would likely persist until humanity's salvation was truly established. Rider held this conviction. The "Red" side's Servants were all assigned their own private rooms within the "Vanity's Aerial Garden." Of course, while becoming spirit form would have solved the problem, most Servants preferred to remain in their materialized state. This was especially true given the absence of any concerns regarding mana supply.

That being said, the interior is very simple and unpretentious. For Servants who don't need to sleep or eat, private rooms serve only the purpose of protecting their privacy. And even this kind of privacy, considering the purpose for which they were summoned to the human world, could probably be considered completely superfluous.

However, the current "red" Archer desperately needs solitude.

She sat on the bed and took off her leather arm guards. She stared at her right hand, which had changed color. It was covered with a dozen or even twenty layers of black snake-like markings.

There was no pain, no discomfort. However, Archer knew perfectly well that this was a "curse" of extremely high purity. The reason was probably "that" he had been drawn into when killing the Master of the "Black" Assassin.

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The chilling past of "Black" Assassin. A horde of children, the resentment of unborn children. It was probably infiltrated in the instant after "Black" Assassin's death, spreading outwards.

Of course, it's easy to expel these things. Although Archer doesn't have the means to break the curse, there are Assassins with Caster abilities here, as well as Shirou Kotomine, who is both a Master and a Servant.

With the help of the two of them, this right hand should be able to easily return to normal.

However, Archer simply couldn't make that choice. It was only natural that he didn't want to rely on the Assassin's power. Exposing his weaknesses to that woman, even jokingly, was something he would never do.

Since Shirou Kotomine was originally Assassin's Master, he naturally resisted asking Shirou Kotomine for help.

No, it's all just an excuse. Archer knew perfectly well that she had to accept this curse. Because this curse was the lament of her most beloved children.

Fortunately, these are all low-level spirits, so they don't feel any pain.

Even if this curse would lead her to destruction, she didn't care. It was a punishment, a punishment she had to accept.

She wrapped her foul-smelling right hand in bandages and then decided to leave it as is.

Archer was unaware of this fact. The spirit residing in her right hand was indeed a low-level spirit, not something that could affect Archer herself. After all, Servants were simply the spirits of heroes who had reached the highest ranks.

Archer could have easily refused to be possessed. When they were taken into her body, she could have easily absorbed them as nutrients.

Despite this, she refused to do so. In other words, she chose to allow "them" to retain their self-awareness. Of course, the vengeful spirits lacked any higher intelligence. They simply continued to silently repeat their wishes.

"I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back. I want to go back into my mother's belly."

These were harmless vengeful spirits capable of only uttering such whispers. However, Archer felt ashamed of these whispers and even felt pity for them.

This is the most undesirable emotion for the vengeful spirits who are loudly proclaiming their last hope. Pity has clouded their emotions, gradually turning hatred into hatred directed at themselves for failing to save them, and at the saint who failed to save them.

"I don't care."

However, Archer, the "Red," accepted this hatred without hesitation. This fleeting emotion, however, filled her with immense tenderness.

The more she hated herself and the more she hated that woman, the more it proved her love. She was certain of this.

Therefore, it is now imperative to sharpen their claws. To kill the illusory saintess. "Red" Archer is constantly cultivating hatred within her. "Red" Caster, after watching Rider leave, also returned to her study. Caster Servants possess the class-unique skill "Territory Creation." Their rank varies depending on their abilities, background, or profession. If their reputation as a mage is higher, this can even create a temple far exceeding the workshop's standards.

On the other hand, for someone who isn't a magician, such as a writer, temples and workshops are completely unnecessary. All they need is a study where they can put pen to paper.

In the study built by "Red" Caster, thousands upon thousands of books were piled up, along with a typewriter that was "quickly discarded," and a computer set that Shirou had retrieved that was also "abandoned." The only things on the table were paper and pens.

This is something that has almost nothing to do with the Caster class name; it's practically a study. Of course, if you consider that "the mountain of scraps of paper piled up in the trash can are all new works by Shakespeare," then in a sense, it can indeed be considered a magical room.

"Red" Caster took a book from the shelf. The book was titled "The Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies of William Shakespeare," which is considered to be the very first volume of the "First Foilo" collection.

That being said, this book was not published by Shakespeare himself. It was merely a compilation of his works by his friends after his death. Moreover, the original manuscript written by him never existed.

He put the book back and then took out a thick, leather-bound book from the side. This book had no title, and not even the author's name.

The book he was holding now was completely different from the one he had just read. This was a genuine work written by him personally. However, that book was only half-finished and not yet complete.

He seemed to cherish the article, which had been interrupted midway, and gently stroked it with his hand.

"So far, we have undoubtedly been on the path to a masterpiece."

The protagonist needs to endure numerous hardships. A life that's smooth sailing from beginning to end is for ordinary people elsewhere. What I need is the dramatic element. Whether it's comedy, tragedy, or any other ending, extraordinary individuals need a life commensurate with their status.

In this sense, Shirou Kotomine came incredibly close to his ideal. Regardless of whether his wish was fulfilled, his ending should certainly be quite interesting.

Here, there are books about all the characters involved in this Holy Grail War.

This even included those who had already been defeated, and those who had been killed casually. Of course, there were also books about that country girl, Joan of Arc. Shakespeare felt a slight pang of guilt for having so thoroughly vilified her during his lifetime simply because she was an enemy of England.

She wasn't a pathetic, insane country girl; if that were the case, it would be far better than reality. She was a young woman who, despite understanding her past sins, never relinquished her identity as a saint, and who continued to struggle against despair.

"If we were to categorize saints, it would be most appropriate to choose those who save the masses in times of crisis, and who set aside their own desires to fight against the despair and hopelessness of the evil world. So, regardless of the outcome, these two are undoubtedly saints."

To save the people and to save their homeland, they truly stepped forward, regardless of the scale of their actions.

"However, their paths diverged. Our Master acted to save all of humanity, while the Guardian of the Holy Grail acted to stop him."

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Ultimately, hopefully the two can reach a standoff.

He closed the book and then took out another one. This book was completely different from the previous one with its luxurious binding; it was a clean, simple book with a rough exterior.

This is a book about that android. He was supposed to be a very young, naive, and ordinary being. No, even now he hasn't escaped the realm of the ordinary. His extraordinary nature is entirely a result of the power bestowed upon him. It's just that the choices of those around him imposed the mark of extraordinary upon him.

But... But...

Even so, he still survived this Holy Grail War. Despite having only a short lifespan, he chose to fight and struggle desperately. Although calling it a life is far too short, the days he lived were incredibly intense. Of course, homunculus beings are endowed with various kinds of knowledge at birth. Or rather, they are artificial life forms born with knowledge. Most of them are mass-produced, uninteresting, and ordinary beings.

This further highlights the abnormality of this android.

He wasn't without interest, nor was he ordinary at all. It was only because his Servant anomaly was more prominent that he became less noticeable in this Holy Grail War. In reality, he was quite insane.

He was not a hero, but he was not an ordinary person either. A pitiful boy tossed about by fate, yet he did not see this reality as suffering.

So, what role was he assigned in this Holy Grail War?

Is it a gesture of goodwill towards the saintess, or to provide combat power as a Master or Servant, or perhaps... he is the central figure in this war, Shirou Kotomine, the one who will stand in opposition to Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?

"Hmm, that's probably unlikely no matter what."

Opposing Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is Joan of Arc. This understanding remains unchanged to this day. It's likely they will clash again in the final battle.

There is no room for the androids to intervene. No, although they might be used as combat forces, they themselves are unlikely to be able to attack the core of this war.

However, this possibility has been largely eliminated.

The Master's mission to save humanity is about to begin. Will Shirou Kotomine ultimately become the savior, or will she once again fail in her efforts to save humanity and become a pathetic clown? Regardless of the outcome, whether it's a tragedy or a comedy, Caster sees it as an extremely enjoyable story. Right now, "Red Lancer" is in the room where five "former" Masters—Lotwell Berzinski, Kim Ram, the Pantier brothers, and Fender Wall Semberlen—are resting.

The five people sat around a round table at equal intervals. Although they were not bound, they all stared at the ceiling and talked with blank expressions.

"Speaking of which, it is said that a coup occurred in the Atlas House."

"Look how precise the incantation is engraved on this scroll. Although it cost a lot of money, it was definitely worth it."

"Hmm, that's true. Yes, that's right."

"Ugh, I'm going crazy waiting for the auction. How long are we going to have to wait here for that plane?"

"I was about to start arranging the succession of the seal, but my son is really useless and lacks the domineering presence of a magician."

The five people's conversation had lost its sense of unity. It was a dual structure of normalcy and madness; they were all normal, and if they were really in that situation, they would definitely react the same way and say the same things.

However, this is a room specifically assigned to them. They were poisoned by the "Red" Assassin before being summoned as Servants, and as a result, they fell into a world of madness while still maintaining their normal minds.

Their mental defenses were like paper armor to the "Red" Assassin. They weren't killed, but they weren't granted freedom either; they were simply left to live as they are now.

"Oh, so you've come here again."

The figure of "Red" Assassin vaguely appeared. Lancer's eyes wouldn't lie; she was merely projecting her longing onto Lancer. The one standing before her was nothing more than an illusion.

"Protect this courtyard. That's Shirou Kotomine's order. As things stand, I don't sense any signs of an attack. It'll probably be tomorrow night. Until then, I'll stay here unless my former Master gives me instructions."

Upon hearing Lancer's speech, the Empress immediately showed a very displeased expression.

Of the three riders, only Lancer, the "Red" rider, did not acknowledge Shirou's status as his Master. Although Rider and Archer lost all faith in their former Masters after witnessing their disgraceful behavior, only Lancer continued to protect them because "they summoned him."

Although it didn't really matter what he did. In any case, that "red" Lancer was ultimately just a pawn in his own game.

However, the problem lies with those five Masters. They've been poisoned, and their minds are wandering in another world. But they are all normal. To carry out the plan without the Servants noticing anything amiss, I haven't directly harmed them yet.

Even Semiramis, the world's oldest poisoner, failed to achieve satisfactory results under such dire conditions. In other words, they didn't know when they would regain consciousness.

Now that things have come to this, Rider and Archer can no longer stand by their side. But what will Lancer do?

He didn't exchange a single word with the Master. Not only that, even though his authority as Master had been delegated to Shirou, he still acted as a loyal Servant.

It's understandable that the "Red" Assassin would have doubts. If his Master were to regain consciousness and issue orders, Lancer would undoubtedly betray him. This applies regardless of the circumstances at the time.

So, from a certain point onward, "Red" Assassin began plotting to find an opportunity to get rid of these five people who no one cared about anymore. It wasn't a big deal; it was just like cleaning up a mess of garbage.

However, Lancer intervened in the matter.

"While I can't control what you think of them, since my Master is among them, I can't let you do whatever you want with them."

He calmly stated his intention to protect the five people.

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Since then, while accepting the extremely boring task of guarding the Sky Garden, he has also been thwarting the schemes of the "Red" Assassin.