Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

Only when Historia inherited the Founding Titan's power could humanity return to peace.

Despair spread like a flood.

It drowned Eren.

His sanity was slowly being erased bit by bit.

Under Eren's shocked gaze, Historia shouted once more, "This is my duty, and my destiny."

But Kenny looked as though he had just heard a hilarious joke.

"Historia, have you forgotten how your father treated you? All he needed was your bloodline."

Kenny pinned Rod Reiss to the ground, gripping his cheek as the sharp dagger tapped against his teeth.

"And because he didn't want to become a Titan himself, he shifted the blame onto his younger brother and daughter. That's the true face of your father, Rod Reiss."

Rod Reiss suddenly grabbed the blade of the dagger.

"It isn't like that, Historia. I simply can't become a Titan. Don't believe what this guy says."

"Is that really so?"

Kenny shoved Rod Reiss away.

"Kenny, you've given a lot all this time... Now you're free. Go find another reason to live. Keep living."

"Wouldn't that be boring?" Kenny said listlessly.

He had always thought he was clever and had found the direction of his life, but in the end, he had still been played like a fool by that cunning old man, Rod Reiss.

Was he supposed to leave the stage that easily?

Kenny was unwilling to accept that.

If death was still waiting for him in the end, Kenny would rather see that black-haired boy, that monster, one more time. He belonged to the same black-haired race as the Ackerman Clan. Could that be some hidden family immune to the influence?

Throughout the river of history, many families had already perished.

There was no way to verify it.

Still, that guy's strength truly excited Kenny. It was the kind