Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

If Erwin Smith was an elephant trampling everything in its path.

Then Lin Yan was the wolf king, an absolute leader radiating the aura of command.

His fangs could tear apart everything in the world, and his sharp eyes could see through people's hearts. He was a demon.

There had always been a voice in Bertholdt Hoover's heart.

He absolutely could not be caught.

He believed Annie was still safe and sound. Lin Yan did not harbor much malice toward her, but if this man targeted someone, that person's fate was nearly sealed.

Hell?

No, something even more terrifying than hell.

Bertholdt Hoover wore a pitiful expression, almost on the verge of tears, and said in a dejected, pleading voice, "Listen, Ymir... how did we end up like this...? You used us back then... and now you're going back on your word? Do you want to leave Christa in those hopeless Walls for your own sake again? What exactly are you thinking, Ymir?!"

"Ymir, let go already."

Historia had not given up on persuading Ymir either, her voice urgent.

One side was the person she loved, while the other was someone bound to her by shared interests. Ymir was utterly torn. What should she choose?

Historia's Family Bloodline

"Ymir, let go of me, Ymir!!" Historia struggled desperately, but no matter what she did, she could not break free from that huge hand. In truth, Ymir had not completely left her Titan body, so the hand would not disappear.

Ymir had been so eager to see Historia that she had done this.

Because she was important, Ymir hesitated.

Lost.

At a loss.

Unable to decide.

Ymir's eyes were filled with innocence and terror. She had only barely managed to say what she wanted to say. How much resolve had it taken