Super God: If I punch you, you will die

bang~

A bullet ripped his left wrist apart, leaving it a bloody mess.

Pain shot through his entire body instantly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Midou's forehead. But now, in this life-or-death situation, he knew perfectly well that capture meant certain death. At this moment, there was no turning back; only a desperate fight was possible.

Endure this pain.

Midou continued running forward at breakneck speed.

Blood stained the ground along the way; this injury had been a huge blow to him, clearly a serious one. Lin Yan was soaked to the bone, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Had he really missed? Absolutely not.

For prey, a single, fatal blow is the most uninteresting outcome.

That's why cats always let mice go before catching them again; no matter how much the mouse struggles, it can't escape the cat's claws. Repeated hope and despair eventually drive the prey into a corner. Shooting it is to create a sense of tension.

That's part of the fun.

Lin Yan did not pursue the matter further.

“Midou is already seriously injured, and he can’t escape that kind of injury. Now it’s up to Ginoza and the others.”

The residence in Mido, located in Minato Ward, is also conveniently located near a business hotel.

This conveniently provided Midou with an escape route. He jumped out of the window, his body soaring through the air before landing in the adjacent building.

Only by accurately calculating distance and speed can a tragedy be avoided.

If a human body were to fall, it would surely be smashed to pieces.

He raced across rooftops, repeatedly daring to jump onto other buildings, his body already covered in a cold sweat.

At this moment, every second counts.

After a long drive, I finally arrived home.

Midou lay panting on the sofa, her mind a jumble of thoughts, unsure of what to do next.

What should we do?

calm down!

Must be calm.

Slumped on the sofa, Midou desperately tried to calm himself down and find a solution. His left wrist was throbbing with pain.

The bleeding has stopped.

Midou, however, turned deathly pale due to excessive blood loss.

He struggled to turn on the indoor projector, and instantly the light and shadow shifted, with projections of talisman, spookyboogie, and depression appearing centered on the sofa in the living room.

Depression: "Welcome back, Mido-kun."

spookyboogie: "Welcome!"

talisman: "Welcome!"

"Finally... I... I'm finally... back... I'm alright..."

For some reason, when Midou saw these projections, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body, and even had a smile on his lips, which was very strange.

To date, the motive behind Mido's crime remains unknown.

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Was it merely because of a mad infatuation that he lost the ability to distinguish between reality and virtuality, to the point of completely losing his rationality or even his most basic judgment, leading him to embark on this path of crime without hesitation?

This is a puzzle.

"You are eternal beings... liberated from the physical body, perfected by the collective wisdom... the souls closest to the ideal... no one can diminish your existence. I will not allow anyone to destroy your nobility! I, I will protect you..."

Plato is the founder of Western objective idealism.

He regards "Forms" or the principles and truths of the universe as primary, eternal, and universal, while the world of sensory contact is merely a copy or illusion of the world of "Forms," ​​lacking eternity and universality, and therefore not only secondary but also unreal.

Plato opposed viewing love as a matter of self-interest or the satisfaction of lust. He believed that love is the admiration that arises from seeing the essence of beauty in the beautiful forms of the human world, and that through this kind of love, one can achieve eternal beauty.

While this idea has the significance of opposing vulgar love, it is essentially a view of the spiritual aristocracy, part of his idealist system. The later concept of "Platonic love" originates from his philosophy of love.

He also put forward the theory of ideals.

For example, a "perfect" triangle does not exist in the world. However, we can understand the ideal, ultimate triangle.

Depression: "Thank you."

spookyboogie: "Thank you."

talisman: "Thank you, Mido-kun."

"I who once guided them will now stand with them, guiding everyone, guiding this world. You are forever; no one can bind you, no one can stop you..."

He believed this was the right choice.

Not only did he choose these virtual characters, but these virtual characters also chose him, Mido. No one and no power can access the space between them; it is an absolutely independent space.

but--

Even more bizarrely, the projections of those three virtual figures aimed their mockery at Midou, who was smugly immersed in his own world.

"But..."

spookyboogie suddenly spoke up leisurely.

"Don't you like striving for excellence? Are you only capable of staying at this level? That's not the kind of work I like, Mido-kun?"

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about..."

"The answer you've been searching for... is a mission you must complete, and you'll stop at nothing to achieve it."

talisman spoke without permission.

Then there's depression.

"Hey Mido, have you read about Terayama Shuji before?"

Shuji Kotoyama was a renowned playwright, poet, waka composer, director, critic, and film director of the last century. He was a leading figure in avant-garde theater. He graduated from Waseda University, Japan's top private university.

While passionate about theater, Shuji Terayama devoted his main passion to film. In the early 70s, small theater activities in Japan reached their peak, and the Tenjo Sajiki theater founded by Shuji Terayama was one of the "Four Heavenly Kings of the Avant-garde".

He died at the age of 47 from sepsis caused by cirrhosis and peritonitis, and his death was quite unexpected.

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Shuji Terayama's artistic approach is similar to that of Dali and Picasso's abstract art and Pop Art, pioneering avant-garde creation in the conservative Asian art world at the time and leading the formation of Japanese visual art.

His voice was full of sarcasm, and so was the glint in his eyes.

"Ah..." Mido felt a deep fear welling up inside him. His eyes flickered, and his voice trembled. "Terayama?"

He seemed to sense that things were going wrong.

Their situation is becoming increasingly dangerous.

"You should really read the play 'Goodbye, Cinema.' In it, everyone is someone else's agent. And these agents communicate using virtual avatars."

"You are... Makishima?"

Shogo Makishima—

Inside the room was a strikingly prominent bookcase. The room was completely dark, without a single ray of light; darkness enveloped the entire space. Makishima Shogo sat quietly within it, wearing a head-mounted monitor that flickered like a demon's eye.

This is the only light source.

A smile played on his lips, a mocking smile that mirrored the one projected on the screen.

"You are familiar with the personalities of all virtual characters and can completely imitate them. What is your personality like, someone who can play any virtual character? I am very curious about this... so I lent you manpower and resources."

"No, stop...stop...stop it right now..."

Midou shouted loudly.

Fear spread through his eyes like a tidal wave. "Give it back to me! And don't speak in that voice!"

Midou's eyes were filled with fear, unease, and anger. He waved his arms, but the fear clung to him like a shadow and could not be dispelled.

Using his virtual avatar, Makishima's voice reached Mido's ears accurately, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"You're walking towards the end, but at least in this final scene... how about not playing someone else, but being the unique you?"

Midou has always been busy playing different roles, but no matter what other roles he plays, he is still himself at the core. But what has he gained in the end? It seems that he has gained nothing.

His voice had already reached the ears of the vine outside the door, and the vine's master was ready.

The other two were also ready.

They quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

"You bastard, what are you doing...?"

Everything in Midou's field of vision had become utterly absurd, and the colors had become even more ghostly and terrifying.

Driven by fear, he kept screaming, and Midou painfully tore at his hair.

"You can imitate the behavior of any character, but in the end you are nothing... You have no personality of your own, you are just an empty shell..."

A series of sarcastic remarks kept coming, reaching deep into Midou's heart.

“Your face has no true appearance… It is precisely because you are the Faceless Monk that you can wear anyone’s mask.”

"Stop talking so noisily! Why are you telling me all this? I don't want to hear it. Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

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"Shut up, everyone."

The fear in Midou's heart spread like a flood. No, to be more precise, his heart was like a balloon filled with water. The heavy balloon seemed unable to withstand the pressure of the water and could burst at any moment.

"It's time to say goodbye, Masato Mido."

Makishima said in a relaxed tone.

"It's time for the hounds that bring death to make their appearance."

The projection system was suddenly turned off.

The uninteresting white walls returned once again, and Teng and the others had already broken in. The dark muzzle of the Dominator's gun filled Midou's eyes with fear. His arm was even more mangled and bloody. He wanted to escape, and countless voices were shouting.

"Execution mode: lethal, elimination."

"Aim carefully, eliminate targets."

Gunshots rang out, and half of Midou's body had disappeared. His remains were blown to pieces, some even sticking to the wall, looking extremely bloody.

Blood continued to gush from the lower half of his body.

"Cleared."

"Nothing at all."

Teng clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

His tone of voice returned to normal.

Mido is a criminal who not only used explosives but also hacked into the projection—he must have some kind of background. Although tranquilizers would be better for Ginoza, the Dominator forbids it. A gun that insists on "absolutely killing," refusing to obey human commands. Humans or the Dominator—which side is "superior"? The Dominator, connected to the Sibyl System, is undoubtedly superior.

[Mode 1—non-lethal: Non-lethal execution mode, the perpetrator immediately loses the ability to resist and falls into a coma after being hit (this will not happen if a large dose of stimulants or psychotropic drugs are taken); if the target is deemed extremely dangerous and aggressive, the second execution mode can be used.]

[Mode 2—Lethal: Execution mode. The area where the criminal is hit and the surrounding tissue will instantly swell to an extreme degree, eventually bursting. This is a lethal mode.]

[Mode 3—Destroy: Destruction Execution Mode, suspected to be its maximum power output mode. It requires approximately 3 seconds to accumulate the necessary energy. Upon firing, a large energy ball is shot from the muzzle, directly destroying the target and breaking it down into molecules, leaving no residue. It is highly effective against humans and can cause massive, cavernous damage to machines.]

Although Ginoza believed that a tranquilizer gun would suffice, the Dominator absolutely forbade it, which is undoubtedly a tragedy for humanity.

Ginoza took a few steps forward, examining the ruins of Mido with a puzzled expression. The sound he had just heard was still fresh in his mind.

"If there's no one else in this room, then... who is Mido talking to?"

This is indeed very puzzling.

Ginoza heard that voice clearly, and so did everyone else. It was absolutely real; there was no way it could be fake.

If there's a sound, then there must be someone there.