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

"But I don't know."

"You didn't know?"

Dior was slightly disappointed to learn that the other party didn't know much about it either.

Now that he has the Ripple ability, which can damage demons, he wants to find someone to practice on and test the limits of this ability.

It's like having a hammer; everything looks like a nail.

Fortunately, Rachel managed to calm herself down.

"Uh, um, I don't know."

Rachel lowered her head slightly, subtly concealing the apology in her eyes.

Demons are not easy to deal with, and she didn't want this blond boy to go to his death, so she had no choice but to lie.

"I see."

Dior shook his head regretfully, but then thought about it again and realized it wasn't such a loss after all.

They witnessed magic, met Raven, a member of the magical world, and discovered the secret of Ripple.

The only bad news is that the Angel of Death, Azrael, may not be dead.

I wonder if Rachel has ever heard of the St. Dumas Order.

"By the way, have you heard of the Order of Saint Dumas?" Dio asked.

"The Order of St. Dumas?"

A visible look of disgust crossed Rachel's face.

Why are you asking this?

"I was fighting their angels of death yesterday."

"What? Really?"

Rachel stared wide-eyed at the blond boy in front of her in disbelief.

"It's incredible that you survived."

"Why do you say that? The Angel of Death isn't that strong, is it?"

Dio remained defiant, showing no fear even after being beaten to his knees.

But he was well aware of his opponent's strength; no wonder he was an anti-hero capable of defeating Batman.

If the Angel of Death hadn't entered his second phase and lost all his intelligence, his little trick of feigning weakness might have been seen through long ago.

Dio briefly recounted his battle experience, hoping to extract more information from Rachel.

"The Flaming Sword? That should be the standard weapon of the Saint Duma Order, the Flaming Sword, and that Sword of Redemption... there should also be another sword."

"The other side went easy on us."

Rachel indeed knew something about the secret magical cult, and told them everything she knew.

What kind of flaming sword is this? What kind of redemption sword attacks the soul and forces the other party to repent?

Dio nodded; it was pretty much what he remembered.

In the future, the Angel of Death will likely also possess a technologically advanced suit of armor with built-in AI for real-time attack analysis, along with two magical longswords and animal DNA implanted in an embryo—making it truly unstoppable.

In one universe, Batman was even turned into a broken knight.

Their combat prowess is truly unmatched.

Fortunately, he was chosen to become the so-called "Son of Gotham," and had a limited-time immunity from death.

"I met this group of people a few years ago in the sewers of Gotham."

Rachel's voice unconsciously lowered.

"They were drawing a magic circle; it was a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" Dio asked calmly.

"Yes. They used an ancient religious teaching—'The blood of nine men must be used to wash away one's sins'—as a sacrifice."

"The first eight people were notorious scum of Gotham. They sacrificed a man at the end, around midnight. I quietly stopped them."

Dio nodded, but secretly he was delighted.

This time, the harvest was quite substantial.

With the method and timing of the sacrifice determined, all that's left is to find the eight most recently missing social scumbags to catch them red-handed.

Ugh.

If only Peter hadn't died.

Dior stirred his instant coffee, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

That's what they say, but finding the right place is the hardest part—but at least we have a starting point.

"not good!"

Rachel suddenly stood up, looking nervous:

"Someone's looking for me! It's one of my father's followers! I've been around this area lately, they must have spotted me! I was careless!"

"What? What do you mean? Your father's followers?"

Dio also stood up anxiously, but his spider senses failed to detect any danger.

"They are members of the Church of Blood."

Rachel rushed to his side, gripped his hand tightly, and her face turned pale with anxiety.

"We have to run!"

"Wait, don't you know magic? Why are you running?"

"I'll lose control if I overuse magic, but don't worry, I'm fast."

As she spoke, she asked Radio to leave with her.

"Wait a little longer," Dio pressed her down. "They can use magic? Are they very powerful?"

"Uh... they don't know magic, but they're not afraid of death."

No magic? Then you're just an ordinary person.

Dior quickly calculated in his mind:

Raven's abilities will be useful for future missions; befriending him will prove helpful and allow us to gather more information about the magical world.

And it's more reliable than Constantine.

"Rachel, let's make a deal."

Dio grabbed her as she tried to run away, leaned close to her ear, and whispered...

"I'll help you deal with these people and find you a place to stay. In return, you can answer some of mystical questions for me, okay?"

Rachel's gaze was filled with his exquisite features, her breath hitched, and she instinctively wanted to nod.

She was initially indifferent to his looks because she was in a "post-coital trance" after sharing emotions.

Now that her period of calm has passed, the first thing she felt was the overwhelming impact of the other person's good looks.

"Okay... alright, then you need to be careful."

She nodded obediently, released her grip, and looked nervous.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation surged up my spine.

It's spider senses!

Dio adjusted his breathing and sensed the ripples.

There are four people, four at the door.

He opened his eyes, walked to the door, and opened it.

Rachel grew increasingly nervous, unsure whether she should trust him.

The door opened, and standing in the doorway were what appeared to be a family of four:

A middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, a teenager, and a young girl.

Dior looked at them with amusement, calmly adjusting his sleeves:

"Be a smart person, don't throw your life away here, okay?"

The leading urban woman finally shifted her gaze from Rachel and glanced at him:

"Kid, this is none of your business. Get lost."

Then she looked at Rachel, her voice shrill:

"Rachel! Come and face your destiny!"

Dior's lips twitched slightly.

They were completely ignored.

Are all these cult members mentally unstable?

"How ridiculous."

Dior stepped aside to block the doorway, his voice not loud, but just loud enough to reach everyone's ears:

"The person standing before you is me, Dio, yet you are all looking at an unknown nobody."

"Hmph, you four have once again lowered the bar for human intelligence."

The middle-aged woman's face darkened: "You're asking for it—"

The man behind her pulled out a short knife and slashed it down at Dio's shoulder.

The moment the knife fell, Dio's pupils contracted slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was surprise.

Because the trajectory of that knife was unusually slow in his line of sight.

The arc of the arc, the movement of the opponent's muscles, and even the ferocious face were all incredibly clear.

Dynamic vision has been greatly improved.

Not only that, his mental strength, reaction speed, and muscle strength have all improved significantly.

Is this the benefit of a life-or-death battle?

Dior understood perfectly:

It must be the battle with Azrael last night, combined with the effects of Joestar's golden bloodline, that boosted his strength.

Snapped.

He casually grabbed the other person's wrist, smiled disdainfully, and threw a punch.

The sound of fists landing solidly rang out.

Three seconds later, four people lay sprawled in the corridor, only one of them still barely able to keep his eyes open.

As for why he didn't kill him, it was because he didn't want Azrael to discover his whereabouts.

Dior crouched down, took the car keys from the man's pocket, and patted his face.

"Rachel, they've agreed to let us go."

"Remember to take the magic book and tarot cards from your desk; let's get out of here."

"How did you know my books were...?" Rachel was about to ask when she saw the playful smile in his eyes—he was bluffing her.

She sighed. "Okay, now you know."