American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Is it the left eye of the saint's remains?

Dio looked at the shriveled yet strangely beautiful eyeball on the panel and felt inexplicably nervous.

He hurriedly said goodbye to Edwige and, with his claws, rushed back to the car.

"Let's go home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dior quickly closed the partition window and leaned back in his seat, taking deep breaths.

This strange feeling is so odd, it's like...

"self-abasement?"

In his life, Dior always had a morbid narcissism about his body, believing that no one in the world could compare to him.

But today, he felt a kind of perfection in a shriveled eyeball—as if it were the most perfect form that could grow according to some proportion.

Dior suppressed the surging emotions within him.

He didn't know whether getting this thing was good or bad, but since fate had brought it to him, it meant he had the ability to keep it.

Moreover, after fusion, they might awaken a Stand or enhance some kind of ability, so it's a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

With that thought in mind, a thought struck him.

The "Saint's Remains - Left Eye" appeared out of thin air, hovering motionless in mid-air.

Dior sat in the back seat, his mind unconsciously drawn to that eyeball, his expression gradually becoming dazed.

Gradually, a ring of golden Latin letters appeared around the pupil of the left eye of the [Saint's Remains].

So beautiful.

Dio blinked blankly, trying to read what was written on it, but found that he couldn't make it out no matter what he did.

It felt as if some inexplicable force was blurring his perception.

"Hmm! Something's not right!"

Dio realized something was wrong and quickly shook his head violently, while simultaneously thinking of a few extremely blasphemous hellish jokes.

Why didn't Jesus go to India? Because he couldn't cover his backside!

Jesus: Coach, I want to play basketball. Coach: No, because you're being nailed too tightly.

Do you know the difference between Jesus and a picture of Jesus? Answer: You only need one nail to hang a picture of Jesus on the wall!

The next second, Dio snapped back to reality, panting heavily.

"Damn it."

He touched his back, which was completely soaked, and then looked at his watch, only to find that five minutes had passed.

A test? Is this a test for me?

Just then, the [Saint's Remains - Left Eye] suddenly trembled.

Dior frowned, a strange sense of unease rising within him.

After all, with his dynamic vision, it's impossible for him to be mistaken.

So that weird thing really did tremble just now?

Could this thing actually be sentient?

Dior's brow furrowed even more deeply now.

Before he could figure it out, the eyeball suddenly shot towards his cheek!

"What?!"

Dior leaned back against the seat, tilting his head back repeatedly, his face full of astonishment.

"Don't come any closer!!"

He had initially thought that merging this thing would be beneficial, but now he had changed his mind—it was better for this damn thing to stay in the panel!

"Gold Experience!"

The Golden Experience appeared, its palm leaving a blur as it reached for the [Saint's Remains - Left Eye].

After all, no matter how fast the [Saint's Remains - Left Eye] flies, it can't possibly be faster than the Golden Experience with Speed ​​A. This round is my victory!

Dior's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.

"Just the eyeball left behind by some guy who couldn't even cover his own backside, do you think you can mess with me, Dio?"

"Go back there obediently, Mulda!"

However, the next second, the [Saint's Remains - Left Eye] actually passed right through the hand that Gold Experience was grabbing, and its momentum did not diminish!

"OH! NO!"

Dio's eyes widened; there was simply no time to dodge at that distance!

Seemingly in retaliation for its earlier actions, it burrowed directly into Dio's cheek.

An unbearable pain shot through my cheek.

"What! Uh! Ugh!!!"

Dio clenched his fists immediately, feeling as if a force had shoved his cheek open.

He quickly turned to look at the car window—the eyeball was already embedded in his cheek and was still moving toward his left eye.

"Damn it—!"

Dio clenched his teeth, his nails digging into his palms.

But that force was completely unreasonable, slowly squeezing into the eye socket, and finally colliding with the original eyeball.

With no way out and no room for maneuver, the two eyeballs merged in their sockets.

"※※※※※※!"

"How dare you treat me like this!"

"You idiot who can't even cover his ass!"

Dior cursed out loud, and tears began streaming from his left eye.

I don't want to cry.

It's not that I miss my mom.

It just hurts.

Simple pain.

He was in so much pain that he was trembling all over, so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to use the pain relief device.

The two eyeballs kept bumping against each other like bumper cars!

I couldn't stop the tears.

This kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people!

He could actually feel the sensation in both of his eyes!

Double the pain, double the pleasure!

"Waaaaaah!"

For the first time in twelve years in Gotham, Dio cried, much to his utter dismay.

Claw sat in the front row and heard suppressed breathing coming from behind through the partition window.

He wanted to turn back, but he didn't dare.

A long time passed.

"Ugh, uh... huff, huff."

Dior leaned back in his seat, sobbing uncontrollably, his left eye tightly closed, tears seeping through his fingers.

The pain gradually subsided after a long time.

He slowly opened his left eye.

In the reflection of the car window, the left eye, which was originally a fluorescent green like an emerald, instantly turned into a dazzling gold, and then instantly changed back.

Damn it!

I just enjoy reading some truly awful jokes!

Dio felt that the will within the [Saint's Remains - Left Eye] was taking revenge on him.

This mysterious saint has no martial virtues and bullies me, a young man without parents.

Dior hastily wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and cursed.

"※!"

This was the first time he had ever lost his composure like this.

Luckily, no one else saw it, and thankfully, Bruce didn't see it either, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

In the future, when fusing this kind of thing, I must make sure it's done precisely, and I'll need to take painkillers beforehand.

Dior carefully felt the changes in his body.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes and was surprised to find that nothing seemed to have changed.

My mental strength didn't increase, my Stand - The World didn't awaken, and even my most basic eyesight didn't improve.

"So what exactly is this thing used for?"

Dio, puzzled, rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window listlessly.

There were a few scattered pedestrians on the street, and several prostitutes were standing on the roadside smoking.

He glanced at it casually, and froze on the spot.

In my sight, the most beautifully dressed and hottest streetwalker slowly transformed into a burly, winged monster with leathery skin, exuding an eerie aura.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Dior's mouth opened slightly.

At this moment, the worldview he had built up over twelve years of living in Gotham was completely shattered.

He closed his left eye and looked again, only to find that the monster had turned back into the scantily clad streetwalker.

But when he opened his left eye again—the monster reappeared.

Between opening and closing, humans and monsters appear and disappear alternately.

"Good heavens," Dio murmured, "is that a succubus? Or am I going crazy?"

He rubbed his left eye and glanced at it again.

The monster is still there.

She even gave him a flirtatious wink and licked her lips with the tip of her forked tongue, which was quite offensive.

"...Jesus."

Dior took a deep breath and murmured:

"Is it too late for me to believe you now?"