Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Jukelo coughed up blood, curled up in pain, clutching his abdomen and vomiting incessantly, as if his internal organs had been kicked and ripped apart. His face was contorted and deathly pale, his mind blank, and his consciousness blurred once more.

Shabi seemed very dissatisfied.

He beat Joker repeatedly; the innocent smile of the boy that day was completely at odds with his brutal behavior.

"Don't you giants like to eat people?"

He punched Joker in the face.

A punch to the left, a punch to the right.

This wasn't a fight at all; it was one-sided abuse. "Let me see what it's like for giants to eat people, you wretched giants."

Shabi continued to beat her.

"Aren't humans delicious? Do you really enjoy eating people? You monsters, you're despicable, despicable!!!"

He kept questioning loudly.

Each punch landed on Joker, who had no ability to resist and could only let Shabi beat him.

Blood flowed from his body...

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The bright red blood on his body reeked of blood.

"So, are giants tasty?"

Shabi greedily licked her lips.

He took a bite out of Joker's shoulder, biting into the flesh and blood, savoring the taste.

"It doesn't taste good, ptooey."

"By the way, will eating a giant make you stronger?"

Shabi's eyes were strange, and he grinned.

All Joker could do was scream in agony. Shabi, watching Joker's suffering, laughed and said, "Tsk, you only got one bite, stop screaming."

"You are a giant."

As Shabi turned to walk away, Joker weakly kept repeating a phrase, which, if listened to closely, was clearly 'resistance'. Shabi stopped, took out an apple, took a big bite, and tossed the core to Joker.

"Eat it all, don't leave any."

Shabi laughed loudly, as if that would vent her inner anger.

After Shabby left, Joker grabbed the apple core and wolfed it down. The core, practically devoid of fruit, was better than nothing. What Joker would face next was still endless darkness and cold, accompanied by hunger…

He was trapped here and did the same thing every day: when he was awake, his mind was blank and he would stare at the wall.

Do nothing, think nothing.

That's all there is to Joker.

The only people Joker could find were Shabby and Dalio; besides them, there were very few others he could meet.

These people came here just to listen to Shabi brag.

The scars that Shabby left on Joker.

It is the best spoils of war.

Dalio did it to flaunt his power.

Like father, like son; they're both the same kind of person. To be precise, one is a cunning businessman and the other a ruthless scoundrel; neither of them is any good.

But in this world, it is precisely these shameless people who are admired.

It's ridiculous to say that.

Juclos had no interest in any of this; he had simply moved from one bad place to another.

"Son of the Giant."

Joker had no idea what the title meant; he had been called the Son of Giants since birth. No one had ever explained it to Joker, and he could only try to understand it in his own words, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out.

This was the only thing Joker had ever thought about, and the only thing he cared about.

As for the outside world, Joker had no idea.

Living in emptiness, even his only thought, Joker, is often forgotten, only occasionally resurfacing for a moment to reflect upon.

This process repeated itself endlessly.

The only constant is that I rack my brains every day to catch all sorts of small insects, because only by filling my stomach can I survive in this cruel world.

While Joker was contemplating how to survive, Charlene Inosesio was trembling with fear.

Engulfed in fear.

It was a pair of eyes as clear as a lake.

The girl, with delicate features and a face as pretty as a doll, huddled in a corner with a small, exquisite knife tucked into her arms. Her body trembled as fear surged over her like a tidal wave.

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Her skin was as pale as porcelain, so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch.

Her beautiful face looked even more pitiful.

Xuan Ran wanted to cry.

Her long, golden hair looked very beautiful.

Charlene Inosesio sighed softly, looking around warily. It was so quiet that even breathing felt a little frightening. Pale moonlight streamed through the window, while the secluded corners remained shrouded in darkness.

In that darkness, it seemed as if something might emerge at any moment.

Charlotte Inosecio was terrified.

In this room of just over twenty square meters, a thirteen-year-old girl curled up on the bed, her fearful eyes scanning all the furniture.

"That's terrifying, so terrifying."

Charlotte Inosecio thought to herself, and then shrank back.

What she was afraid of wasn't really the darkness.

Several maids were waiting nearby, ready to rush in at the slightest cry for help from Charlulu Inocesio.

What she lacked was not human companionship.

That was to no avail and did nothing to lessen Charlus Inosesio's fear.

She gripped the scabbard of the knife in her hand a few more times.

This small knife is a kitchen fruit knife, which she holds tightly in her hand to protect herself from the terrible monster.

"Why is there such a monster in the house? Why is there a giant's son?"

She couldn't understand why the giant's son would appear in her house, and all her racking of her brains was in vain.

Dalio and his brother Shapi's behavior is even more suspicious.

Giants are terrifying.

She had read several books about giants, and the descriptions of giants in them were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Lingering.

She remembers that when she first heard about the giants as a child, she couldn't sleep all night.

I originally thought they were just monsters that existed in stories, but I never expected that giants actually existed and were not made up by people.

Why do those monsters exist?

why! !

They all deserve to die!!

Monsters have no right to live.

"Giants, giants cannot exist in this world..."

Charlotte Inosecio muttered to herself, her eyes filled with fear and disgust for the giants.

Or perhaps it's hatred.

Although Charlene Inosecio has never seen the son of a giant in person, he is still a descendant of giants, and sooner or later he will become as terrifying as a giant. Allowing such a monster to continue living is a foolish act.

"Why keep giants at home? What were they thinking?"

Charlene Inosecio was unaware of the benefits and advantages that Dalio mentioned in raising the giant's son; she was not a businesswoman.

I don't know why Shabi is so enthusiastic about this.

She plunged the knife into her throat; it was the only thing she could do. Charlene Inosecio slowly exhaled.

His eyes suddenly hardened.

The knife gleamed with a sharp edge.

“I must kill it. I must kill the son of the giant. It must die.”

This idea didn't just come about because of books.

Instead, it was Charlene Inosesio who witnessed the horrors of the giants firsthand.

A month ago, Charlulu Inosecio's family...

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During this family trip, Charlene Inosesio encountered a giant, which was the first time she had ever seen one.

This travel route includes popular attractions such as the Industrial City and the Forest of Giant Trees.

This is a tourist attraction accessible only to the elite and wealthy, and a tool for these rich people to show off.

Of course, there is one person who thinks none of this matters, and that is Dalio, who believes that the most iconic thing is climbing the "Wall of Mary".

Dalio was very interested in climbing the Wall of Mary, and he was even beaming when he proposed the idea.

The person who most agreed with Dalio's opinion was his son, Shapi.

Shabi seemed quite interested as well.

Dalio wants to achieve what others cannot.

however--

Such behavior is considered shameful by many. City walls, as crucial elements of cities and towns, also play a vital role. They hold even deeper significance, having long been a focus of attention for politicians and others, and seen as bargaining chips in power struggles.

The most recent one was the conservative struggle thirteen years ago.

During that incident, the conservatives consistently targeted the Survey Corps, repeatedly attempting to use the opportunity to disband it.

Ultimately, the Survey Corps was preserved.

The Survey Corps is now a completely different entity, and people speak highly of them. They are heroes who protect humanity.

After that, Lin Yan participated in an expedition and killed a giant.

It utilizes a 3D motion machine.

The greatest hero in people's hearts is Lin Yan, who created and developed the 3D Maneuver Gear and was the first to kill a Titan and the one who killed the most Titans in the expedition.

"Thanks to the hero Lin Yan, we were able to preserve the city gate."

That expedition is a topic of great interest to everyone.

Even children born later heard about the Survey Corps and the heroic deeds of Lin Yan from a young age.

These stories have been compiled into novels and fairy tales and widely circulated.

Almost every child can tell a story about it, and they are fascinated by it. They become especially well-behaved when listening to the story of the hero Lin Yan.

Upon seeing the fifty-meter-high city wall at close range, Charlulu Inosecio was completely stunned, staring at the massive city gate.

Have reverence in your heart.