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At that moment, Joestar rushed into the orphanage gate, panting heavily.

He was originally taking a walk in the street, but he ran there because he discovered the light of the "Lord" showing miracles nearby.

But he stopped.

In front of him.

Alvin stood beside Shuen.

His dark golden pupils instantly locked onto the intruder, who exuded a strong spiritual aura.

Behind Joestar, a blurry white phantom slowly emerged, roaring silently.

"The strong."

Alvin was breathing rapidly.

As an assassin who constantly walks on the edge of darkness and death, his intuition is frantically alarming him.

He couldn't see the phantom, but he felt an overwhelming aura, a pure divinity he had never experienced even from that imposter Lincoln March.

He felt his own insignificance and an anxiety of being excluded from the truth.

If he is also qualified...

[A high-quality fanatic was detected generating a strong desire.]

Should we invest faith points or lifespan to help it awaken its abilities?

Xiu En half-closed his eyes as he entered the faith point.

The soft golden light that had been radiating outwards suddenly contracted and pierced Alvin's brow in an instant.

"Hmm!"

Alvin grunted and staggered back two steps.

All the light exploded behind him.

No sound.

But Joestar's eyes widened.

Behind Alvin, a phantom of a warrior clad in the style of the Court of Owls, yet completely reforged by golden holy light, rose from the ground.

It resembles a somber guardian standing before a temple.

The two swords in its hands were not cold metal, but two dancing flames.

Joestar's projection did not dissipate; instead, it became even more solid.

Two three-meter-tall phantom-like spiritual entities faced each other across the void. The one on the left was majestic and solemn like an emperor, while the one on the right exuded murderous intent like a war demon.

At this moment, a strange balance was achieved.

"Are these two crazy?"

Jerami sat on the edge of the flower bed next to him, watching the two adults staring at each other in a strange pose, and nudged the little orphan next to him.

"Never follow their example in the future, or you'll find it hard to find a girlfriend."

The little orphan blinked and pointed at the two illusory figures: "But that big brother has a white-clad adult behind him, and this uncle has a golden-clad adult behind him."

Jeremy looked in the direction he was pointing and saw nothing.

"Hmm, looks like you're even crazier than me."

Joestar strode forward, ignoring Alvin's wary gaze, and knelt down on one knee, performing an ancient ritual he had learned in his dream for Shuen and the newly formed colleague behind Alvin.

"I felt it; it was a gift from God."

Joestar looked up.

"The sword has been forged to protect the truth."

Alvin paused for a second.

He also sensed the connection behind him, which was like another, stronger, and purer version of himself.

He looked at Joestar and knelt down on one knee before Shuen, his movements solemn.

"My Lord Messenger."

He kept his head down.

"I...saw the light."

The two illusory figures bowed slightly in response to their master's movements, like giant gatekeepers guarding the center.

The vibrations in the air became visible to the naked eye.

Although to Jerami and the other kids, it just looked like two strange adults playing a game of "statues".

But in Pamela Ivy's perception, it was like having two enormous speakers vibrating wildly with low frequencies placed in the middle of a flowerbed.

The precious seedlings she had carefully nurtured were growing towards Xiu En with great enthusiasm.

Suddenly, as if startled by some terrifying high-frequency noise, it instantly curled up its leaves tightly, and even the newly emerging flower buds shrank back.

The few more man-eating flytrap plants nearby were writhing in agony, burying their large mouths in the soil.

Ivy's notepad made a crisp click as she crushed a piece of the edge.

"Energy turbulence. I knew none of you would behave yourselves."

Although she couldn't see the Stands behind Joestar and Alvin, it didn't stop her from locating the source of the interference.

A hint of impatience flashed in Ivy's eyes.

The next second, the ground exploded.

"Hmm!"

"Is this also from the Lord?"

Before Joestar and Alvin could even finish their final praise of the trial, countless thick vines roared out of the soil.

In the blink of an eye, they wrapped the two fanatics up like two big green rice dumplings.

Not only that, the vines also thoughtfully wrapped around their mouths a few more times, and incidentally stuffed two unknown anesthetic pollen balls inside.

"It's so noisy."

Ivy casually waved her right hand to the side.

The two rice dumplings rolled directly onto the curb outside the orphanage gate as they were tossed about by the vines.

The world is quiet now.

Having eliminated the source of the noise, Ivy turned and strode toward the largest heat source.

Before Xiu En could even express his sympathy for the two bodyguards who were only dressed so stylishly because of him, the burning sensation in his throat surged up again.

"Cough, cough!"

A few golden-red sparks, carrying extremely high temperatures, shot out from between his fingers and landed on the mint leaf closest to him. The poor plant didn't even have time to scream before it was instantly burned through several small holes.

Ivy frowned as she looked at the liquid that shimmered faintly with gold at the corner of Xiu En's mouth.

"How much time has passed?"

Her voice carried a chilling, suppressed anger.

"When you were in the hospital, it was still a mild case of rejection, but now?"

She extended her index finger and pressed it against Xiu En's carotid artery without regard for the consequences.

There was no warm pulse there; instead, it felt like touching a hot oil pipe, hard, scalding, and still trembling slightly.

"Bruce Wayne."

Ivy practically spat out that name through gritted teeth.

Right now, her eyes practically screamed that she wanted to rush into Wayne Manor and turn that bat into fertilizer.

"Is this how he takes care of patients? Does he treat you like a expendable resource or a biological battery? Your lungs are practically turning into steel furnaces, and he still lets you run around like that?"

Xiu En awkwardly turned his head away to avoid the heat from his breath hitting Ivy's face.

"This is actually considered a work injury? And that guy can't control it even if he wants to. Cough cough, I accidentally caused this, it has nothing to do with Bruce."

"Shut up. I feel uncomfortable just listening to your breathing."

Ivy interrupted him.

The surrounding plants rustled in response to their owner's emotional fluctuations.

"The awful energy in your body is replacing your organic tissue at a suicidal rate. If that rich bastard only uses you as a weapon against others, then I don't need to give him any face. I'll let him know that the consequences of angering Mother Nature are not as simple as getting lost in the garden."

She stared at Xiu En.

"You'd better stop shining and come with me now. If anyone dares to irritate your lungs again, I'll really turn them into fertilizer. I think you need to rest now, let's go to your room."