JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

She was like a confidante, talking about things that still puzzle her, except that her confidante seemed to have no way to resist.

It's like being a pitiful and helpless little mouse with its body tied up, its eyelids pried open, and a gangster rock song playing on an endless loop in front of it.

Diablo is now that mouse.

"Why are you telling me all this? Is it to give me a chance to turn things around?" Diablo knew he had no hope of turning things around, so he could only leave it to fate.

“No, I’ve already beaten you far too much!” Sazhuo suddenly laughed.

Diablo was a little curious. Why did Sada seem different again? Was she putting on an act again? Was she trying to upgrade her Stand's abilities?

"Damn, how many personas have you created for yourself? How can you still be so memorable?" Diablo asked, puzzled.

With such abilities, Saju should not have chosen to become a celebrity!

If she were an ordinary person, she would have different sides to different people, and she would be virtually invincible.

They're impossible to kill!

You could send Dio too; he could be killed, but it would be a lot of trouble.

All told, at least several dozen Sadras have already died at his hands.

Faced with Diablo's seemingly self-destructive attitude, Sardjo smiled bitterly, "Not many, but there is no one in this world who truly understands me."

She was even acting in front of Gina and the others.

Although their feelings for them were genuine, they had always thought of their sister as a calm and composed person.

Little did they know, the real Sadr was not as they perceived him to be.

"What have I been acting for all these years? Is it to prevent people from understanding me? Or is it to maximize the abilities of my stunt double?"

Sardrow looked at Diablo. "Answer my question, Diablo."

At this moment, Diablo sighed deeply, and then suddenly spoke under Sardjo's expectant gaze.

"No, just kill me. You can't win anyway!"

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Why is he acting so unpredictably?

Sazhuo was amused by this remark, "Your life is in my hands, is it really okay to show me so little respect?"

"What's wrong with that?" Diablo continued lying there listlessly. "Besides, what kind of stupid question is that?"

"A persona is nothing more than an evaluation and perception given to you by yourself and others."

"Even your unintentional actions, or even all your actions, can be judged by others and become part of your persona!"

"They say a stand-in is the embodiment of the soul... Damn, you've spent your whole life living for someone else!"

Diablo couldn't help but sound a little smug.

Faced with his mockery, Sazhuo couldn't help but think of the past.

I always feel insecure when facing strangers, so I put on all sorts of personas to cope.

She was not a selfish person, so she helped many weak people, and was thus forced to create the organization "Disciples" and make a group of good friends.

But everything changed after Frank arrived with those two guys!

They frantically recruited Stand users to expand their power, eventually seizing control of the organization.

Sado couldn't kill Frank, and with many men already working for him, he had no choice but to remain silent.

"Perhaps I've spent my whole life for others! But I don't regret it. Obsidian, Gina, Hollens, Boldos, Sengoku, and Klein and Rosa..."

The scene immediately fell silent.

Diablo also struggled to his feet, looking at the listless Sadora in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You've won against me, but if we keep fighting, I'll definitely die first."

"But now you're all alone. Even if you kill me, what can you do?"

"Do you really think you can single-handedly destroy both organizations and make them disappear?"

Every word pierced Sazhuo's heart like a knife.

She recalled everyone she knew, none of whom knew her true self.

I am neither a CEO who likes to have a stern and serious face, nor a meticulous and serious fashion designer.

I'm just a girl who loves designing novel clothes, loves to laugh, loves to eat cream cakes, and loves to lie on the grass looking at the blue sky and dandelions!

If it weren't for this series of unfortunate events, I would probably just be an ordinary, unknown designer who designs clothes based on his hobby.

Although it may not look as good as it is now, at least I don't have to live such a tiring life or act so hard anymore!

"Well, this matter needs to be resolved!" Sardjo stood up and looked at Diablo. "Come on, we'll settle this sooner or later!"

Diablo also used his last bit of strength to summon the Crimson King.

"Come on, Diablo!"

Entertainment to Death aimed directly at his chest; clearly, she was going to use Diablo's chest punch!

Faced with this fatal punch, Diablo neither dodged nor flinched, but simply stood there quietly.

The screen flashed.

The arm, seemingly intent on entertainment to the death, did indeed reach the point where it should have pierced Diablo's chest.

But Diablo had already erased time, and the Crimson King carried him to Sardras, covering her eyes with blood!

This move is called "Blinding with Blood"!!!

Chapter 219 Completely Devastated

A genuine chest-piercing punch is delivered!

Sardola was defeated by Diablo in a last-minute comeback.

Her carefully constructed persona had just been completely exhausted by herself.

At this moment, Sazhuo seemed to suddenly become a different person, and he grinned, "Ouch, that really hurts!"

Her Stand can sustain her life for a longer period of time, and even without her Stand ability, she can still maintain her life for a while.

At this moment, Sardola and Diablo both lay on the ground, looking at each other with smiles and blood on their faces.

"Finally, I'm rid of those annoying personas!"

It turns out that ever since the first Stand was created, Sada's original side has been completely suppressed by this Stand!

The claim that "Entertainment to the Death" is her stand-in is less accurate than calling him her dead boss who relentlessly exploits her!

Therefore, she desperately tried to wear down those "personas" in her battle with Diablo, with the aim of completely eliminating the fabricated personas.

"Looks like I won't be bored in the underworld. Having you as a companion will be quite interesting." Sardjo's lips curled into a smirk as he looked at Diablo with a flirtatious expression.

Clearly, Diablo was also at his limit. He was now unable to call for help and would die before Edogawa arrived.

But just then, a group of people suddenly rushed into the restaurant and stood in front of them.

Jacqueline arrived with Mira and Giorno to rescue him.

“Ms. Jacqueline is here too… She arrived so quickly? What a touching love story.” Sator coughed up blood, but still forced himself to sit up.

Giorno quickly treated Diavolo's injuries.

He has just healed Iruso and Hormaggio outside; thankfully, they are not completely dead, but just unconscious.

After healing his father, Giorno stood aside.

Diablo, now fully recovered, looked down at Sadra from his high vantage point. "I didn't just arrive; I've been here for a while!"

"I noticed it around the time you and I were fighting hand-to-hand."

Upon hearing this, Sazhuo's eyes widened. "What? Is this the real reason for their fearlessness?"

“Of course,” Diablo said innocently. “Otherwise, why would I be so confident you wouldn’t kill me? What if you suddenly decide to ruin the ending…”

Upon hearing this, Sazhu coughed violently, and blood oozed from the hole in his chest.

In the end, after all that, Sazhu smiled helplessly, "Oh well, it was my own choice anyway."

"Rather than living or killing you, I want to find my truest self again."

Sado looked at Jacqueline and Mira, who looked exactly like Jacqueline, and said, "Ms. Jacqueline, may I have a wish?"

Jacqueline looked into her pleading eyes and ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it. She gently squatted down beside her, while Mira squatted down on the other side.

Sazhuo seemed satisfied, and gently took the hands of the two sisters. "What warm hands, thank you!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Sazhuo suddenly grabbed the two sisters by the neck!

"You bastard..." Diavolo and Giorno hurriedly summoned their Stands to deal with her.

However, Sator simply left a kiss on each of their cheeks, saying, "Although... the me you saw... was an act..."

"But... I really like... beauties like you..."

Sasser embraced the Jacqueline and Diablo sisters contentedly, then looked at Diablo with a smug expression, "Diavolo, I won!"

"I beat you by a huge margin!!!"

We've won so much!

Finally, on his deathbed, Sardjord saw the Crimson King and couldn't help but mock him, "Ugly fellow, although you are ugly-handsome, you are really disgusting."

The Crimson King was stunned for a moment. Ugly-handsome? Was he ugly or handsome?

The Crimson King, realizing what had happened, was so angry that he prepared to hasten the exorcism of Sardjo, but was stopped by Jacqueline's treacherous words.

“Are you serious?” Jacqueline questioned Diablo, but he simply shrugged.

"It's none of my business. It was the Crimson King who wanted to fight."

However, that's when our eldest son, Giorno, comes to the rescue! "Dad, didn't you say that a Stand is a manifestation of a person's mental strength?"

"The fact that the Crimson King wants to hit this aunt means it's you who wants to hit her! Are you jealous that she can kiss both her mother and aunt at the same time?"

"Daddy, stay strong! Don't cry, Daddy!"