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

Joseph Joestar took a step forward, slowly raising his wrinkled, old-scarred hand.

Those were the hands of a warrior, yet at this moment they embodied the Joestar family's destiny and resolve spanning a century.

"The Hermit's Purple!"

With a low shout, the already winding purple thorn vines burst forth from the back of his hand as if they had been mixed with fertilizer!

These vines are not meant to entangle or attack; they are like the most skillful weavers, weaving and extending in the air, ultimately reaching precisely for the drawstring of the heavy curtain at the edge of the tower.

At the center of the tower, DIO was suspended in mid-air, his hands and feet firmly nailed down, looking like a lamb to the slaughter.

For the first time, a look of humiliation appeared in his bloodshot eyes, even as he clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity.

Even though Shen Jue NTR'd so many of his subordinates, he never yielded. But at this moment, DIO couldn't take it anymore.

"JoJo's descendant..." DIO's voice was distorted and weak.

Joseph ignored DIO's whisper, took a deep breath, and channeled all the Ripple energy in his body into Hermit Purple.

The purple vines tightened instantly and were pulled sharply!

"Splash!"

The huge curtains were suddenly ripped open, and the blazing, unreserved midday sun, like the sword of God's judgment, pierced the darkness at the top of the tower.

Light, pure and violent light, instantly filled the entire space.

"Zzz!"

DIO's body is turning to ashes.

The moment the sunlight touched his skin, it was as if a red-hot iron had been branded onto butter, making a terrifying sizzling sound.

DIO's skin begins to smoke and bubble, then quickly carbonizes and peels off.

That once-proud long golden hair vanished instantly under the bright light.

The sunlight intensified the pain.

"No! Impossible! I, DIO! Am destined for heaven! How could I! How could I die in a place like this!"

DIO's body struggled violently in the sunlight, like a fish out of water, but having not eaten anyone for half a month, DIO was powerless to escape.

A vampire's regenerative abilities seem so powerless in the face of pure sunlight.

Joseph stared intently at the scene, his eyes burning with fury. He roared, "DIO! This is the end of your century of evil! Feel the sunlight! Feel the wrath of the Joestar family!"

Jotaro Kujo lowered the brim of his hat, obscuring the light in his eyes, but his tightly pursed lips betrayed the turmoil within him.

Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol—everyone held their breath as they watched this fateful end unfold.

Shen Jue stood to the side, elegantly swirling the red wine in her glass, a playful smile playing on her lips, as if she were watching the climax of a meticulously planned drama.

DIO's body gradually disintegrated in the sunlight, starting from his limbs, turning into scattered dust bit by bit.

His eyes, filled with resentment and bitterness, were the last part to disappear.

In the last moment before his consciousness was completely extinguished, he seemed to be mouthing something, but the sound had already been swallowed by the flames.

"JOJO..."

Shen Jue vaguely heard DIO's whispered words before his death. He suddenly sighed at the fated grudge between DIO and the First JoJo, saying, "What a pair of star-crossed lovers!"

Finally, amidst a crackling sound of burning, DIO, the vampire and Joestar family's century-old nemesis, was reduced to a wisp of smoke and vanished under the scorching Cairo sun.

Only the empty chains proved that this "savior of evil men" had once truly existed.

Silence returned to the top of the tower, with only the vines of Hermit Purple slowly retracting. Joseph let out a long breath, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

As DIO's body turned to ashes in the sunlight, on the other side of the ocean in Japan, Holly Joestar's body, which had been suffering from a high fever due to her Stand's rampage, finally stabilized.

The deadly heat is receding, replaced by tranquility.

At the top of the tower, having confirmed DIO's complete demise, Polnareff clenched his fist and let out a deafening cheer: "We won! We won! That damned vampire is finally finished!"

His face was beaming with ecstasy.

Abuder let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and revealed a simple, honest smile with relief.

Kakyoin Noriaki pushed up his glasses, his tense nerves finally relaxing, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

Jotaro Kujo lowered the brim of his hat, and although his eyes were not visible, the slight upturn of his lips clearly showed that he was genuinely happy to have saved his mother.

As for the puppy Iggy, it was lying in the shadows. As a Boston Terrier that hadn't fully integrated into the team yet, its only thought at the moment was probably, "Finally, I can go home."

"Now that the important business is done," Shen Jue said, casually placing the wine glass on the sofa beside him without any hesitation. He slowly stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and broke the brief silence.

"Let's begin then."

The members of the Egyptian tour group tensed up, their muscles tightening again after they had just relaxed.

Polnareff even subconsciously summoned the Silver Chariot, wondering what earth-shattering move this unfathomable Mr. Shen Jue was about to make.

"We're going to have a banquet!" Shen Jue snapped his fingers, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Huh?" Everyone was instantly thrown off guard, their expressions changing from wary to astonished.

"Otherwise what?" Shen Jue looked at their stunned expressions and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Did you think I was going to be corrupted by DIO's remaining will and have to fight you to the death? Haha! Leave that cliché plot to others!"

"Let's celebrate! For victory!"

When they say it's a banquet, it really is a banquet.

Before long, the SPW Consortium once again demonstrated its astonishing level of efficient execution.

The originally somber top of the tower was quickly transformed into an open-air party venue.

The sizzling grill was pushed up, and top-quality dishes from around the world filled the long table, while the chilled champagne tower gleamed enticingly in the sunlight.

Freed from the pressure of life and death, Polunarev completely let loose. Holding a roasted lamb leg in one hand and a wine glass in the other, he flushed red and pulled Avdal into a drinking game.

"Avdol! You bastard, if you lose, you have to drink this whole cup!"

"Polnareff, I'm not familiar with your swordsmanship, but I've certainly experienced your drinking prowess," Avdol said with a smile, accepting the challenge. The sound of their glasses clinking together was crisp and pleasant.

Kakyoin, unusually, abandoned his reserve and watched Iggy gnaw on a bone while a cherry dangled from his mouth.

Jotaro sat in the corner, still looking cool, but the plate in front of him was piled with empty bottles.

There are no minors here, so everyone can drink freely.

The guests were delighted.