Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 138 The final four, three of them retreated!

A powerful sense of fear gripped him, and his loyalty to DI0 proved utterly insignificant in the face of his will to survive.

He no longer cared about Boingo or the mission, and scrambled out of the window on the other side of the room, fleeing this place of trouble in a panic.

"Jotaro, your injury—" Avdol stepped forward to check on him.

"It's nothing serious, just a penetrating wound, it didn't damage the bone."

Jotaro tore off a piece of cloth and quickly and skillfully applied pressure bandage, his movements swift and decisive, as if he himself were not the one injured.

Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead from the pain, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew ever stronger.

"It seems that DI0 has more than one watchdog."

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely cold air suddenly wafted out from the direction of the mansion!

"Hey——!"

A sharp eagle cry pierced the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent.

DI0's loyal pet eagle, Petsha, rides its Stand, Horus, and swoops down from the height of the mansion!

Extreme cold air instantly enveloped a large area in front of the mansion.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of ice at a visible speed.

The moisture in the air condensed into countless sharp ice spikes, which rained down on the injured Jotaro and the others indiscriminately!

The first wave of sneak attacks and ranged attacks had just been thwarted when a more direct and ferocious second wave of attacks arrived!

"Green Emperor"

Kakyoin immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Jotaro.

Emerald water sprayed out with a whoosh, colliding violently with the dense ice spikes in the air, and shattered ice crystals flew everywhere like diamond dust.

"It's useless! Before my god Horus, your attacks will only be frozen in place!"

Petshah circled, her cold, eagle eyes fixed on the crowd below, filled with condescending disdain.

Its wings flapped again, and more enormous, spear-like ice spikes formed in the air, shooting towards the group whose movements were slightly slowed by the cold!

"Be careful!"

Joestar shouted, and Hermit Purple danced like a serpent, shattering several ice spikes that were aimed at Jotaro and Wang Bai.

However, the number of ice cones was too large and the coverage area was too wide, making the situation precarious.

"Hmph!" Muhammad Abuder roared and stepped forward.

His fiery alter ego—the Red Magician—descended with a roar!

The scorching heat instantly dispelled the chill that was near him, and the ice beneath his feet melted, evaporating into billowing white steam.

The intense heat and burning fighting spirit converged in the red magician.

"Feel the heat of purgatory! Crossfire Hurricane!"

"boom-!!!"

A massive, cross-shaped firestorm, burning with raging flames, roared and soared into the sky from in front of the red magician, like a fire dragon breaking free from its restraints!

Wherever it passed, the ice instantly vaporized, and the incoming ice spikes disappeared without a trace, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace!

Ice and fire, two completely opposite and mutually restraining extreme forces, collided violently in mid-air!

"Zzzzzzz—!!!!"

The piercing sound of energy annihilation was incessant.

The frigid air clashed fiercely with the scorching flames, producing a large amount of high-temperature water vapor.

The thick white fog spread outwards like the shockwave of an explosion, instantly enveloping the entire area in front of the mansion, reducing visibility to less than a few meters.

"Mr. Joestar!"

Avdol shouted through the steam, maintaining his firestorm and holding his own against Horus's freezing air, but Petsha was too maneuverable in the air, and he needed to create an opportunity to kill him!

"Leave it to me!"

Joestar Joestar understood immediately. While his Hermit Purple wasn't suited for direct attacks, it was the perfect support tool at this moment!

"The Hermit's Purple!"

Countless purple vines, as if they possessed life, did not shoot towards Petsha in the air, but quickly wrapped around the stone pillars, railings, eaves and other parts of the mansion's porch!

They crisscross and cleverly construct an invisible yet real "barrier network" in the steam-filled air!

Petsha lost its visual advantage in the dense steam. It tried to continue its attack by relying on sound and heat sensing, but it ran headlong into the net woven by the Hermit Purple! Its wings and claws were entangled by vines, and its movements became sluggish for a moment.

"Now, Avdol!" Joestar roared, desperately tightening the vines to restrict Petsha's movements.

"It's over! Fall into eternal purgatory, minions of the demon!" Avdol's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he poured all his spiritual power and magic into the red magician!

The red magician stretched out his arms, and the enormous cross-shaped hurricane of flames suddenly contracted and condensed! All the heat and flames were compressed into an extremely condensed, dazzling white flame spear!

The spear was so hot that it distorted the surrounding air!

"Whoosh—!"

The flaming spear seemed to pierce through space, instantly tearing through the billowing steam and striking with unparalleled precision at Petsha, who was temporarily bound by the Hermit's Purple!

Petsha felt a deadly threat and let out a terrified and desperate scream as she struggled desperately.

Horus unleashed his last burst of freezing air in an attempt to solidify an ice shield.

But in the face of that extreme heat, all resistance is futile!

"puff--!"

The flaming spear pierced through the freezing air without any resistance and went straight through Petsha's body!

"唳————!!!"

The mournful cries abruptly ceased.

The moment Petsha's body was pierced, it was completely vaporized by the terrifying heat, leaving no trace.

Its powerful substitute, Horus, vanished without a trace, just like ice and snow exposed to sunlight.

The billowing steam slowly dissipated, revealing a scene of utter chaos in front of the door—one side was covered with melted water stains and charred ground, while the other side still had remnants of ice that had not completely melted.

The traces of the deadly battle between ice and fire are clearly imprinted here.

Avdol breathed slightly and withdrew the Red Magician.

Joestar also dispelled the Hermit's Purple and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just as Joseph Joestar and Avdol were fighting Petsha in the air.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Jotaro and Wang Bai, who had been standing quietly observing, simultaneously sensed something amiss.

Inside the half-open gate of the mansion, a young man who had just walked out, with a similar temperament to his brother but more gloomy, was Terrence Darby.

He had no chips in his hand, but instead held a rather retro-looking handheld game console, his face bearing the same confident smile as his brother, as if victory was assured.

"The two of you seem a bit bored."

Trish's voice was calm, yet possessed an undeniable penetrating power, clearly reaching Jotaro and Wang Bai's ears, as if the surrounding battle noise had become background noise.

"Leave the fighting outside to them. I have a more interesting 'game' waiting for you two here."

He raised the game console in his hand; the screen was emitting a faint glow.

"My stand-in, Atum, most admires the focus and soul-stirring emotions he displays in the game."

A strange light flickered in Trish's eyes.

"The rules are simple: have a game against me. If you lose, your souls will be taken by my god Atum and become part of my collection."

Almost the instant the words fell, Jotaro and Wang Bai felt the surrounding scenery suddenly distort and change!

Instead of the smoke-filled gates of a mansion, you find yourself in a dimly lit virtual arcade filled with retro electronic sound effects!

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of plastic and circuit boards, and all around were old arcade machines flashing with various colored pixel lights.

This is the mental game realm created by Atum, the stand-in of Trish Darby!

"here it is----

Jotaro's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings. He could still feel the pain from the wound on his left shoulder, but at this moment, the pain seemed to have been quantified.

The Star of Platinum appeared intermittently behind him, wary of any possible attack.

Wang Bai appeared unusually calm as he sensed the composition of this spiritual realm.

This was not an illusion, but rather a mental arena constructed by the rules of Stands, drawing their consciousness into it.

The power of artistic conception allows him to maintain a clear mind and not be overly disturbed by sudden changes in the environment.

Trish Darby's phantom appeared before them, like a game administrator.

"The first game," he pointed to an arcade machine next to him flashing classic graphics, "Space Invaders."

On the screen is a familiar array of pixelated alien invaders, and at the bottom is the player's turret.

"The rules are self-evident. When one side runs out of health points, they lose."

Trish's phantom revealed a cunning smile.

"Of course, dying in the game signifies the defeat of the soul in reality. So, who wants to experience this classic fun first?"

Jotaro snorted and sat down in front of the game console without hesitation.

"Yale yaale daze————I'm coming."

He calmly gripped the joystick and pressed the fire button.

Platinum Star's superhuman reaction speed and precise motion control were perfectly displayed at this moment.

The player's turret on the screen seemed to come alive, its bullets accurately shattering pixelated aliens with fluid, effortless movements.

Trish was slightly surprised, but quickly regained his confidence.

"Not bad, but—" Before he could finish speaking, the game's difficulty suddenly skyrocketed! The intruders moved faster, the bullets became denser, and even special attacks with unpredictable trajectories appeared!

Jotaro frowned slightly, and Star Platinum moved even faster, almost becoming a blur.

Even with his best maneuvers, he could still steadily eliminate enemies, but it was clearly much more difficult than before.

The other person's cheating behavior fueled his anger.

Just as Jotaro was fully focused on dealing with the onslaught from Space Invaders, Trish Darby turned his beam of light towards Wang Bai.

"Well then, let's not waste any more time with this mysterious gentleman."

"9

Another ghostly figure of Trish appeared next to another arcade machine, whose screen displayed another classic game, Pac-Man.

“Playing two games at the same time is a piece of cake for Atum,” Trish laughed. “Go ahead.”

Wang Bai calmly walked up to the Pac-Man machine.

He didn't start immediately, but first observed the elements on the screen: the yellow Pac-Man, the wandering ghosts, and the Power Beans.

"A very interesting challenge."

Wang Bai said it casually and placed his hand on the joystick.

Unlike Jotaro, who immediately displayed amazing skills, he began to move Pac-Man at a slow and deliberate pace, as if calculated precisely, as he devoured the beans in the maze.

Trish observed Wang Bai carefully.

He noticed that the man's expression remained unchanged throughout, lacking the fierce anger of Jotaro and the tension or fear that ordinary people experience when facing a life-or-death game.

This calm made Trish, who was used to manipulating his opponents' emotions and extracting the thrill of their souls, feel a little uneasy.

He immediately and secretly increased the difficulty of Pac-Man.

The ghosts moved faster, their coordinated encirclement became more seamless, and the maze seemed to become more complex.

However, Wang Bai's operation remained stable.

His Pac-Man always manages to slip away through seemingly impossible gaps at the last moment before the ghosts surround him, as if he can predict the ghosts' path.

He wasn't in a hurry to eat the energy beans to fight back. Instead, he patiently and almost perfectly cleared the ordinary beans in the maze, his movements carrying a strange sense of rhythm.

This is Wang Bai incorporating the concepts of "prediction" and "guarding one's mind" from the concept of "artistic conception" into the game's mechanics.

His mind was like still water, reflecting the entire labyrinth's situation and the ghosts' behavior patterns. He was not misled by the apparent dangers and could always find the optimal path.

This almost "absolutely rational" way of playing the game prevented Trish from feeling any "excitement" or "emotional fluctuations," as if he were fighting against an AI without any feelings.

Meanwhile, Jotaro's Space Invaders was also reaching its climax.

Under the opponent's shameless actions, Jotaro's turret was finally hit by an extremely strange stray bullet, and the words "GAMEOVER" appeared on the screen.

"Hmph—I lost."

Jotaro released the joystick, his face grim.

He could feel an invisible force trying to siphon his soul away.

Trish turned all his attention back to Wang Bai.

At this moment, the Pac-Man controlled by Wang Bai had eaten all the ordinary beans in the maze, and—he hadn't touched a single energy bean!

At this moment, only four energy beans and wandering ghosts remain in the maze.

"What—what exactly do you want to do?"

Trish couldn't help but ask, Wang Bai's way of playing the game was completely beyond his understanding.

Wang Bai did not answer; his gaze remained calm.

The next moment, his Pac-Man moved!

It ate four energy beans in a row, following a precisely calculated route!

In an instant, all the ghosts turned blue, making them vulnerable to being counter-attacked!

Wang Bai's Pac-Man, like a calm Grim Reaper, began to methodically devour all the ghosts one by one along a pre-planned, optimized path!

When the last ghost was swallowed, a perfect completion message and the highest score appeared on the screen.

Trish Darby stared at the screen in disbelief, then glanced at Wang Bai, who remained expressionless.

He not only lost the game, but more frighteningly, throughout the entire process, he felt almost nothing from Wang Bai.

The emotions that a game should evoke!