Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"It's got the feel for it." Death God Shen Jue clapped his hands lightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Encountering a sandstorm in the Egyptian desert, the team was in dire straits. Suspicion and fear spread among them until the first drop of blood broke the fragile balance." He paused, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"This is a real killing spree."

"They slaughtered each other for the hope of survival."

"Those who ultimately survive will complete the trials of fate and seize the gifts that fate bestows."

"This is indeed a plot that would appear in JOJO, full of dramatic tension and the cruelty of fate."

"Although, this is more like a classic template for villains in the JOJO world," Shen Jue, the Grim Reaper, added, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Pirate Shen Jue nodded, his eyes deep, and slowly said, "There are many rule-based Stand abilities in the JOJO world."

"Me, the horror movie Shen Jue, and Junji Ito Shen Jue are all waiting for the appearance of JOJO Shen Jue," he said in a deep, weathered voice.

"After all, Stands, as a form of spiritual energy, should be usable in many worlds."

Death God Shen Jue then expressed his opinion, crossing his arms and scanning the crowd.

"And your script is neither about a gentleman nor a delinquent high school student," Death God Shen Jue laughed.

"Not even street thugs."

"And there was no shooting for cutting in line."

"He's obviously not the standard JoJo protagonist template."

"Such high execution ability, coupled with the massive information gap from the prophet's foresight," Death God Shen Jue narrowed his eyes and stated his speculation.

"I'm saying, you wouldn't happen to be influenced by the JoJo world and become a villain at some point in the future, so you get your own JoJo series, would you?"

"The JOJO world not only has a large number of parallel worlds, but the side story of Rohan Kishibe is also a true depiction of the existence of all kinds of demons, monsters and gods."

"Therefore, concepts such as fate and cause and effect also exist in the JOJO world."

"The most classic example is the century-old feud between the Joestar family and DIO."

After saying that, Death God Shen Jue turned to the side, inhaled, placed his hands on his waist, extended his elbows outward, and raised his chin slightly, striking an extremely exaggerated JOJO pose, as if he was about to be bathed in moonlight at any moment.

"Auntie, give me a massage~" Shen Jue from the club provided the voiceover at the right moment, her voice carrying a hint of playful teasing.

Shen Jue, wielding a sword and shield, was amused and waved his short arms as if applauding the impromptu performance.

"Shen Jue! I've successfully basked in the sunlight! I've become an ultimate being with innate abilities amplified 1200 times!"

Death God Shen Jue laughed wildly, his laughter echoing so loudly that JOJO Shen Jue's toes gripped the ground tightly, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the earth.

"What a madman," said Shen Jue, the pirate, shaking his head, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

"In my timeline, the ultimate life form Kars is already floating in space." JOJO Shen Jue's tone carried a hint of melancholy.

"Katz in the sky doesn't speak, Tiger in the water misses his mother."

JOJO Shen Jue sighed, as if he could already see his future: "Now I really have become the ultimate life form."

"A 1200x multiplication, and that doesn't even take into account Shen Jue's other abilities."

"Although there are many strange Stand abilities in the JOJO world."

"But the essence of my Stand, my spiritual energy, has also increased by 1200 times!" A glimmer of anticipation flashed in JOJO Shen Jue's eyes.

"I don't even want to imagine what kind of monstrous abilities it would have if it awakened a Stand."

Many of Shen Jue nodded in unison, fully aware of the terrifying power of such a combination.

"Moreover, in JOJO, the Egyptian Stand Arrow can activate a person's Stand because of the alien virus on the arrow," Shen Jue, the Grim Reaper, exclaimed.

"These arrowheads were made by ancient people using meteorites that fell to Earth, in order to obtain power comparable to that of the gods."

"If you go back to the JOJO world, what if the alien virus on those arrows combined with the mutant T-virus?"

"I don't even want to think about what might happen."

"Phew! Who cares!" JOJO Shen Jue laughed.

"My initial purpose in practicing Ripple and searching for the substitute arrow was also for self-protection."

"The JOJO world isn't very safe. Without Stand power, you might get assassinated by a Stand user one day and not even know how you died."

After a while of excited discussion about the plot and Stands in the JOJO world, everyone dispersed one by one.

The JOJO world.

The cool sand rubbed against his cheeks as Shen Jue woke up in a sand pit he had dug.

The scorching sun that once baked a person dry has disappeared. In its place, Shen Jue possesses an unprecedented, dormant yet powerful force, like a volcano.

"A 1200x stack of talent abilities?"

Shen Jue clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking slightly, and an absurd thought popped into his head: "I feel like... I could eat a Pillar Man alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in disgust.

"No, why would I have such a thought? It must be because I've been influenced by that madman, Grim Reaper Shen Jue."

Shen Jue shook the distracting thought out of his mind, got up from the sandpit, and patted the sand off his body. His gaze swept across the area ahead, where the makeshift camp was now lifeless, and the air was filled with a tension and awkwardness that was even drier than the desert itself.

Shen Jue calmly drew the revolver from his waist; the cold metallic touch calmed him down slightly.

In Egypt in the late 80s, Shen Jue wouldn't dare organize a workforce without a gun.

Shen Jue has also mastered a unique ripple revolver shooting technique.

With the power of the ripples, Shen Jue could accurately hit three targets within tens of meters in 0.05 seconds.

Although this number is still far from that of the world's strongest American Iaijutsu gunner, it is enough to make those desperate mercenaries in the mercenary groups maintain the respect they deserve.

By the way, Shen Jue has just turned 18.

In the camp, the mercenary teams organized by Shen Jue were scattered in twos and threes, separated by a distance filled with suspicion.

No one spoke, only heavy breathing and suppressed coughs could be heard.

Their eyes, like those of vultures in the desert, flickered and scanned the remaining supplies, silently plotting the most primal laws governing the distribution of food and blood.

The camels they used for transportation had long been slaughtered, and the group now looked more wretched than even the most slovenly homeless people on the streets of America. Their faces were covered in sand and dried blood, their clothes were tattered, and their eyes revealed despair and madness.

Upon seeing this, Shen Jue smiled slightly. Just as he was about to make a move, a chilling premonition made him lower his head.

"This is too ominous. This premonition is like the goddess of fate whispering in my ear."

"Let me be gentler."

Shen Jue tucked the revolver back into his waistband, bent down, and violently plunged his five fingers, like hooks, into the sand beneath his feet.

This area is part of the remnants of an ancient civilization, and countless unknown secrets are buried beneath the yellow sand.

The sand at night has a strange feel to it; the surface is cold, but the depths still retain the warmth of the daytime sun.

His fingertips groped among the gravel and suddenly touched a cold, hard metal object.

Shen Jue's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable premonition instantly gripped him. Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively exerted his strength and yanked the metal object out of the sand.

The moonlight, like water, poured over the boundless desert.

Shen Jue slowly raised his head, letting the sand slip through his fingers like quicksand. He held the cold metal object high, trying to discern its true form in the cool moonlight.