Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"No matter how much you try to justify yourself, you are still the son of a giant, you are the beginning of all trouble, I should have killed you sooner."

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Joker, that's a menace!

Shabi's eyes seemed to kill, and she said fiercely to Joker and her sister Charlene Inocesio, "Charlene, are you really going to collude with him?"

Shabi wanted nothing more than to kill Joker immediately, and he swung his sword at Joker, who dodged with lightning speed and shielded Charlene behind him. If Joker hadn't protected Charlene Inoselio, she would likely have been killed.

Joker's actions were still restricted.

Even the slightest mistake could cost you your life.

He, Jokk, was not a true son of a giant; he was an ordinary human and did not possess the healing abilities of a giant.

The blade grazed his face, and the sharp sword aura made Qiu Kelu feel Shabi's pungent killing intent.

Jukelo switched from defense to offense.

He delivered a sweeping kick, and Shabby, too eager for quick success, was unaware that Joker could switch from defense to offense so quickly, and in his panic, he was hit.

"what--"

Shabi let out a scream.

The kick was incredibly powerful; Shabby felt as if he had been struck by a boulder. His body flew backward and crashed into the stone bench. Joker transformed into a streak of light, appearing before him in the blink of an eye and delivering a punch to his abdomen.

A punch landed on Shabi's stomach, and Shabi bent over.

He lay on the ground in pain, his expression contorted.

"Juclo, are you alright?"

Charlene Inosesio approached Joker with an anxious expression, her eyes filled with worry, and then she scanned Joker's surroundings.

There is an abrasion on the face.

The wound wasn't deep.

Bright red blood trickled down from the upper right corner of his brow bone, flowing down his cheek and past his eye, making the injury appear quite severe.

Actually, it was just a small scratch.

Joker didn't care much; this pain was nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered before.

"Your injury."

"Charlu Inosecio asked anxiously."

"Nothing serious."

Joker didn't have time to treat his wounds; he knew the situation was dire. The mansion was no longer safe, and he and Charlene Inocesio had to get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible. If anyone came, they would surely be in trouble.

The bodies found throughout the mansion are inexplicable.

At that point, they'll be completely unable to defend themselves.

"We need to leave as soon as possible."

"Why? My father is gone, isn't he? He can no longer threaten your safety. Are you still going to leave?"

"No, it's not safe here, we must leave."

"Do you believe me?"

Juclo gazed into Charlene Inosesio's eyes and asked, "The person I trust most is the girl before me, and the person I want to protect most is also this girl." If Charlene Inosesio couldn't leave with him, Juclo would regret it for the rest of his life.

“Okay, fine.” Charlulu Inosecio nodded as if she understood.

She knew that the yard full of corpses would make it difficult for them to clear their name.

Continue to stay.

She and Joker could very well be wrongly accused of murder.

Furthermore, Shabby's appearance bears a resemblance to Dalio, truly a case of like father, like son.

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"let's go."

"it is good."

Joker and Charlotte quickly left the mansion. A fierce storm raged along the way, but Charlotte Inocesio paid no heed; she was not alone, Joker was with her.

This time, Joker descended from the sky and saved Charlotte Inoselio from near despair, deeply moving her.

Is this fate?

Boom——

Thunder rumbled.

Lightning flashed across the sky like dragons, and this storm was unlikely to end so easily. Joker, holding Charlotte Inosecio's hand, braved the rain to reach the front lines.

The future is uncertain.

But nothing could stop the two from moving forward. The only unexpected event in Joker's escape plan was the attack by the believers.

Many people have told Joker that.

He is the son of a giant.

They are the cursed ones.

His life was destined to be filled with suffering, and at this moment, his destination with Charlene Inosesio was the underground street of the "Wall of Sina".

The "Sinner Wall" is the innermost of the three walls protecting humanity. It contains four barbicans: the Stohes district in the east, the Elmiha district in the south, the Arukair district in the west, and the Alford district in the north.

The capital city of Mithras is located within the Wall of Sina.

This can be described as a special refuge built by the royal regime for itself, specifically for greedy people like them.

It later evolved into an independent society.

This is Joker's hometown.

Thousands of people live in the underground streets, and as the underground population grows, the underground streets are constantly expanding. No one knows the exact structure of the underground streets; they are constantly changing over time, and there are no maps to describe them.

The underground street is plagued by disorder and crime.

Those outlaws regard this place as paradise, where the law has no binding force. It is a place of enjoyment for both outlaws and the wealthy.

Therefore, underground shopping malls became an existence tacitly approved by the upper class.

The underground city is a complex web of interests, involving high-ranking officials and nobles as well as bandits; the relationships within are difficult to define. This is precisely why Jukelu brought Xia Lulu here—it's their only refuge.

No one here knows their past, nor does anyone care who they are.

After all, most people here harbor some secrets. And Charlotte Inocesio and Joker wouldn't attract much attention.

They are free to walk on the streets.

Juclos doesn't need to be criticized.

The currency circulating in this underground street is steel coins, made from the waste residue of the Black Gold Bamboo production process. These steel coins have the strongest anti-counterfeiting features, since the waste residue of Black Gold Bamboo is not easy to obtain.

This is one of the reasons why it is used to make steel coins.

Another reason is its indestructibility.

Although Charlene Inocesio is a pampered young lady who has no worries about food or clothing and is paid by servants when she goes out, she is not an naive little girl. She knows that she cannot survive anywhere without money.

Therefore, some funds were prepared.

Five hundred gold coins are enough for the two of them to live on for a year; it's a considerable sum.

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"You've thought of everything very carefully."

"That's right, you have to praise me."

"Charlulu Inosecio said smugly."

The first person Joker trusted was Charlene Inosesio, and he smiled as he looked at the girl before him.

That smile looked exceptionally warm.

Although many people dislike the underground city, finding it dark and gloomy, and viewing it as a prison of confinement, Joker quite likes it, finding it far better than any cage.

There are no shackles.

There are no cramped rooms.

No one will beat or scold him anymore, and he will no longer have any more wounds. He can decide to walk or stop, and he can choose to eat or sleep.

Freedom—that's what Joker has always pursued.

However, things have two sides.

For Joker, life in the underground city was no different from being free. Joker had always wanted freedom, but when he finally gained it, he felt a sense of confusion.

What will he do once he gains his freedom?

What is freedom?

He doesn't understand.

Before gaining his freedom, Joker was single-mindedly focused on achieving it.

On the other hand, Charlene Inocésio was, after all, a daughter of a prestigious family. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had lived a life of luxury since childhood. Everything from her daily life to her affairs, big and small, was taken care of for her.

But now I have to do everything myself.

Although Charlene Inocésio and Joker were completely different, what was amazing was that Charlene Inocésio soon integrated perfectly into the place, completely shedding her spoiled and pampered ways.

On the contrary, Jokerlok was uncomfortable in every way.

Although the two had some money, Charlene Inosesio still chose to live in a simple house, after all, they had to plan for the future.

The narrow room was no longer shackled, nor were its doors and windows locked.

This is freedom.

Joker lay lazily on his small bed, while on the other side was Charlene Inosesio's small bed, which was covered by a curtain.

I've been in the underground city of Sheena's Wall for half a year now.

Joker often had nightmares in which he was still in a narrow room, chained tightly and unable to move.

However, there's been a rumor circulating in the underground shopping mall recently.

There was a powerful figure in the underground city, someone who controlled both the legitimate and criminal worlds, allowing people to obtain whatever they desired. However, this person had to pay a price. Some believed that money granted them absolute power, but in reality, that person relied on material possessions. Others believed they had power and used it to coerce and entice.

Those who try to entice others with money end up contradicting themselves.

Those who used coercion suffered a terrible lesson.

"I must find that person. But what is it that person really wants? Do I really have it?"

At this time, Charlour Inosesio was not indoors.

The curtains to her small bed were open, and everything was neatly arranged. She'd probably gone out to buy groceries; during this time, Charlene Inosecio had also learned to cook.

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Charlene Inosesio has also learned to cook and is quite skilled at it.

"Unfortunately, that person has always been elusive, appearing only briefly and never returning."

The underground street was filled with idle people.

People lived freely on the streets, and Joker strolled among them. Before, Joker's life hadn't been that of a normal human being. Now, dressed neatly, he walked the streets indistinguishable from anyone else.

No one recognized Jokcroft as the son of the giants.

Although the handcuffs and shackles are gone, the marks they left behind can never be erased.

That was the shadow of his life.