Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"Like camping gear... a lot of things can be used as weapons, but I think Grandpa put them away..."

"We still have the trimming machine that the carpenter uses on Sundays, so we'll bring it over."

The balance of the world has been completely disrupted, and the once tidy streets are now a mess. At this moment, an elderly woman is being subjected to violence. She struggles incessantly, but her legs and arms are bound, and she is unable to break free.

A peeping tom kicked the woman several times.

She wailed in pain, but her voice was muffled, and she could only make 'woo woo woo' sounds. An elderly man, presumably the woman's boss, kept pleading with her.

"Please stop hitting him, he'll kill someone."

But these thugs paid no heed to the old man's pleas. Every apology only made them think he was weak and an easy target. Painful groans continued to emanate from the old man, who grew weaker and weaker.

"Are those elderly folks still keeping money at home these days?" This helmet has a voice-changing function; the man in the helmet now speaks a completely different voice. "I saw it on the news; it's one of those convenient things that can be digitized without any need for 'whitewashing'!"

"That kind of thing... there's none in this house..."

……

Higher education institutions in the capital.

The institution houses teenagers and young adults in their twenties who undergo a transition process until the Sibylla system's final review. It features spacious, bright classrooms and well-equipped dormitories.

Inside the classroom.

The students, trembling and pale-faced, huddled in a small corner of the classroom, their desks and chairs blocking the doorway. Three helmeted men, their faces contorted with rage, stared at the unarmed students, shouting threats without a shred of pity or compassion.

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"That's how it is. Today, I've gathered all of you, the best of our class, here." His voice was very low and hoarse, making it quite unpleasant to listen to.

Another helmeted man toyed with the weapon in his hand and said casually.

"Don't you think this is incredibly unfair? You have bright futures ahead of you, while we haven't even had a chance to do anything before we know we'll amount to nothing..."

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and suddenly grabbed a fire extinguisher, knocking a student to the ground and then repeatedly striking him on the head, causing blood to gush out. Another female student, who had screamed in terror, was also attacked before she could react. No one expected such a thing to happen; it was something no one anticipated, since these were students who had not yet entered society, just innocent young men and women.

The smoke triggered the automatic fire extinguisher.

But it was too late. The victim was already dead. The death came too suddenly, and all the students were deeply shocked.

"Stop... This is too much..."

A trembling voice rang out; it belonged to a student in the corner. He was terrified, shaking all over, but he still managed to voice his protest after witnessing the mob's violence and cruelty.

"It's not us who are wrong, it's the Sibylla system. Because of Sibylla's judgment, we can no longer find any decent jobs."

"You people blessed by the system would never understand a life without any hope for the future!!"

Suddenly, the helmeted man who was laughing wildly staggered, as if he had been hit by someone.

"...Ah! Who, you bastard!!!"

It turned out that a student had sneaked over when no one was paying attention and slipped behind the helmeted man. She was a petite female student who looked quite frightened. She was holding a piece of metal and had stabbed it into the helmeted man's back.

The female student glanced at the blood-stained 'weapon' in her hand, and suddenly her expression changed; she opened her mouth wide and laughed. The helmeted man who had been suddenly attacked collapsed to the ground, and the other students, seeing this, began to retaliate.

They shouted loudly.

The two sides engaged in a chaotic battle, but the students, having the advantage in numbers, ultimately prevailed and killed the helmeted men.

For Shogo Makishima, whether it was a victory for the criminals or a victory for the rebels, its purpose was simply to spread violence.

He has arguably achieved his goal.

Violence and malice have spread like a virus, and once this spread goes on, it will not stop. This is the first bomb that Shogo Makishima has dropped on the world.

This wasn't just happening on campus; it was happening in the community as well. Some citizens chased after a man wielding an iron pipe, who staggered and fell to the ground.

They were instantly surrounded.

"What are you doing?!" the man holding the iron pipe shouted.

"I just saw you take your helmet off," a citizen who had surrounded him shouted.

"...What? What are you talking about? I really don't know what you're talking about. What's going on? Can you explain this to me?"

The young man had no idea what was going on; he was completely bewildered and had no idea why this was happening.

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"Isn't it a bit too much to just make a scene first and then take off your helmet and pretend nothing happened?"

"You've got it wrong. If all else fails, you can investigate my sexuality..." This person had never heard of the rumors about the helmeted man, otherwise this wouldn't have happened. But now the situation was very critical, and he couldn't just sit and wait to die. He clearly hadn't done anything wrong.

However, an agitated citizen suddenly smashed something on his head, and the man didn't even have time to react before he was hit.

"Because of you 'helmet guys,' the regional pressure has been rising. Please, don't drag us all into this."

"Is it okay to do this? Will our crime rate rise?"

These people originally had concerns, but now they are completely blinded and unable to see the true nature of the matter. They believe that what they are doing is right and just, and they are completely unaware of their own ignorance.

"I just saw it online. It's considered self-defense no matter what, and the stats seem to decrease if the other party is a criminal—"

Negative emotions are spreading continuously.

It spreads like a plague, and once it does, it's very difficult to control—this is the ultimate outcome Makishima Shogo wanted to see. Violence is a very irritating thing, and that's what gives those executives their biggest headache.

After all, 99 percent of the workforce has now been replaced by robots, and these robots rely on the Sibylla system for support.

The Sibyl System is a fictional social management system in *Psycho-Pass* and its derivative works. It is a comprehensive support system that measures citizens' "PSYCHO-PASS" scores, diagnoses deep-seated psychological desires, and assesses occupational suitability. The true nature of the Sibyl System is an integration of the brains of 247 exceptionally intelligent "exonerated individuals." Approximately 200 of these brains form a group that takes turns monitoring the psychological index of the entire nation, while the remaining brains can rest.

"There seems to be a hideout for the helmeted men in the abandoned area!!!" People are searching everywhere for the helmeted men's location. They don't care whether these helmeted people are ordinary citizens or real villains. They seem to have forgotten that helmets are an essential item for daily travel. It's as ridiculous as someone questioning whether a person with two eyes is a villain.

This absurd thing actually happened.

Shinjima's lies are spreading, reaching various places.

"Anyway, they're just scum who contribute nothing to society. The police should have dealt with them long ago. Now let's use our own hands to take care of them. No one should say anything..." These citizens are getting more and more crazy. They have all been completely turned into pawns of Shinjima and are being used by him.

Not everyone knows about the helmet incident, especially the elderly living in abandoned areas. They are already immobile and have little contact with the outside world, so they have almost no information about it and can be said to know nothing about it.

then--

These people suffered terribly.

They faced annihilation, things they were never supposed to face, yet these things ended their lives forever.

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Inside a modern commercial building.

Cafe.

This cafe is also very nice, with a view of the capital city center in the distance. The capital city center is one of the city's iconic buildings, designed by a famous architect. Every year, many people come here to take photos, making it a well-known building.

40th floor, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows.

A bird's eye view.

The café's decor is incredibly elegant and sophisticated, from the ceiling to the furnishings, and the background music perfectly complements the ambiance. However, this world is vastly different from the past; after all, these are just projections.

Decorative projection is currently the most affordable option, as it contains no harmful substances, requires no construction period, has low costs, and reduces post-construction pollution. Therefore, this type of projection has become widely used worldwide.

Shogo Teshima and another person were also in the cafe.

That man is Jackson.

There were no other customers in the café. Shogo Makishima gazed at the distant city, slowly munching on a madeleine cake. Black tea paired with the madeleine was Shogo Makishima's favorite combination. Jackson, on the other hand, simply drank a ginger ale.

Madeleine cakes are a type of flavorful dessert, also known as shell cakes. They are made from main ingredients such as butter and cake flour, along with other ingredients such as sugar, baking powder, and whole eggs. Originally, they were intended for home cooking.

The person who truly made it a staple of cakes worldwide is undoubtedly the great writer Marcel Proust. Proust's fond memories of the taste of shell-shaped cakes inspired him to write his epic novel, *In Search of Lost Time*, thus propelling shell-shaped cakes onto the world stage.

According to rumors, the shell cake is also known as Madeleinecommercy.

It is said to be a kind of homemade snack in the town of Cameroon in France.

In 1730, the gourmet King Leszczyński of Poland was in exile in the town of Mersey.

One day, his personal chef disappeared when it came time to serve dessert.

At this time, a maid temporarily baked her specialty pastries and sent them out as an emergency. Unexpectedly, they were very popular with Regussonsky, so he used the maid's name, Madeleines, as the name of the pastry. Madeleines is the original name of the shell cake.

Jackson's prosthetic eye did not express any emotion, but his body language betrayed him.

"...Can't calm down?"

A smile actually appeared on Makishima Shogo's face, which was a rare sight. Most people would think that Makishima Shogo was a ruthless demon who killed without shedding blood, and that his heart was cold and devoid of any warmth. But who knows if that's really the case?

“Ah, yes,” Jackson’s smile was a mix of amusement and exasperation. “It’s unsettling. What awaits us at the end? Where will this city go…”

"I find your simple thoughts very valuable. You and I are both ordinary, essentially utterly mundane human beings."

"You consider yourself ordinary? You've done so much already."

"I don't think I'm greedy at all; I just like a world where things happen naturally."

"Ordinary people like us are committing crimes in an extraordinary city."

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"Ordinary people like us are committing crimes in an extraordinary city."

"...An extraordinary city...it feels like a scene from a novel I've read before."

"Like William Gibson?" This was Jackson's first reaction. William Gibson was born on March 17, 1948. He was an author who mainly wrote science fiction novels. He was the founder and representative of science fiction literature and was known as the father of the cyberpunk movement.

He immigrated with his mother at the age of 18, and moved there with his wife in 1972. They have two children.

Neuromancer caused a sensation upon its release and won all three major awards in English science fiction literature in 1984: the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, and the Philip K. Dick Award, a record that remains unbroken to this day.

The success of Neuromancer in 1984 led to the creation of a new science fiction genre known as "cyberpunk".

Neuromania has rightfully earned its unshakeable, almost sacred status within this subculture.

"Perhaps more like Philip K. Dick, not as dominant as the society depicted by George Orwell, nor as barbaric as Gibson's!"

Shogo Makishima seemed to have a different perspective. This man was also a genius, seemingly omniscient in every field. Perhaps such people would emerge in every era, possessing unparalleled talent yet filled with hatred and dissatisfaction towards the world.

"I haven't read any of Dick's books yet. Which one should I start with?"

"Do Robots Dream of Robot Sheep?"

This novel tells the story of a post-nuclear war era where radioactive fallout has brought Earth to the brink of extinction, rendering the planet uninhabitable for humans. To encourage the remaining population to emigrate, the government promises that each emigrant will be automatically provided with an android to assist them. Dissatisfied with their subjugation, the androids strive to escape back to Earth.

Rick Deckard, the protagonist, is a bounty hunter specializing in hunting down escaped androids. During one such hunt, Rick encounters an unprecedented challenge from a new type of android. After facing near-death experiences, will he survive? Through his interactions and confrontations with the androids, Rick finds his views and attitudes towards them undergoing a significant change. Is this change a blessing or a curse?

"The original of an old movie."

"The content is very different; you'll see when you have time to compare them yourself."

"I'll download it and watch it later."

"Go buy a physical copy; e-books don't feel the same."

"is it?"

"Books are not just for reading words; they are also tools for adjusting one's feelings."

"Adjustment?"

"When you're not in a good state, sometimes the content of a book just won't register in your mind. At that time, you need to think about what's interfering with your reading. Some books you can read smoothly even when you're not in a good state, and then you should think about why that's the case. This is mental tuning, just like tuning a sound system. The most important thing in tuning is the feeling of your fingers touching the pages and the stimulation to your brain nerves when you turn the pages."

"...I feel a bit discouraged."

"Ok?"

"Talking to you makes me feel like I've wasted my life all this time." The two continued talking.

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"you think too much."

"may be."

"...It's almost time."