Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

During his treatment, Daigo was also considering what he should do next. In this world, he knew nothing. Even if he wanted to go back immediately, he would be like a headless fly, having neither the ability nor the corresponding channels.

Fortunately, based on the prophecy seen in the time-space storm, I can be somewhat at ease and don't have to worry about going back too late and being unable to save anything.

In that case, even if it's a different world, if one wants to recuperate properly here until they can return, and also needs to find out if there are special people like Mr. Ida Iryu here who can help them, then no matter how you look at it, you should go back to Japan first.

In Italy, I was completely unfamiliar with all kinds of social etiquette and manners.

That would be much more difficult.

Without hesitation, Daigo immediately took action, walking around the streets asking others where there were banks or other places where he could exchange foreign currency. He had Japanese yen in his wallet, and if he was lucky enough to be able to exchange it here, that would be great.

If that doesn't work, then find a job first to earn some money for a plane ticket.

What surprised Daigo most was the Italian atmosphere here. Although he asked many people, almost no one was willing to answer his questions. They all rubbed their hands together, indicating that if he wanted information, he had to pay money, but not in yen.

Daigo was completely dumbfounded.

Although he had never been to Italy in his original world, he knew that Italians in his original world were definitely not so mean that they would demand a large sum of money for such a simple favor.

And those Mafia members... In this day and age, how can the Mafia still be so brazen?

What's going on with Italy here?

Finally, he was lucky enough to run into a Japanese tourist who kindly gave him directions, preventing Daigo from continuing to wander aimlessly through the streets. (Source: Ruwen.com)

Following the tourists' directions, although taking a bus was faster, Daigo, who had no Italian currency, had no choice but to walk.

Along the way, Italian women saw his handsome and charming appearance, which attracted many flirtations.

As for the Italian men, what they saw was Daigo's honest and simple expression, which made him seem easy to bully. They all used their various tricks and thieving techniques more than three or five times.

If it weren't for his keen senses as a human, Daigo would be certain that everything on his body had been stolen several times over.

As for his gun, because it was so different from ordinary firearms, it seemed to be regarded as a specially customized toy gun, so he wasn't afraid at all.

The reason people were so certain the gun was real or fake seemed to be due to his GUTS uniform. In this world and era, it looked too conspicuous, making people think it was a custom-made outfit for showing off, which naturally led them to believe the gun was fake too. (Zero Hour)

Daigo was quite helpless.

Normally, he would definitely have a good talk with these thieves, have a heart-to-heart talk, and then take them to their parents to ask if they know about their child's situation, hoping that the parents can guide them onto the right path.

Unfortunately, there were just too many thieves here, so many that if he were to do this, he wouldn't be able to get to the bank by the next day after dark.

What's even more outrageous is that in two of these cases, the father and son were involved together. Forget about expecting the other's parents to guide them back to the right path; the father himself had already been in this line of work for a long time.

Then there's another very difficult situation: the women who came up to Daigo and tried to chat him up had no effect. After he apologized and said he had urgent business, some of them would just sneer and then naturally try to steal his wallet and the handgun that looked like it could be sold for a good price.

It's fair to say that compared to his hometown in the Ultraman Tiga era, the most difficult citizens Daigo encountered there were none as unpleasant as any random local here.

Tired.

However, just when Daigo thought he had witnessed the local customs and culture of Italy and personally experienced its darkness, what he saw after turning around a small alley was what truly shocked him.

"!"

What came into view were two men facing off, one with curly blond hair and the other with black hair, both wearing clothes that were unusual and rare.

More importantly, the two men were clearly fighting with all their might, and the expressions and aura on their faces showed an unwavering determination that they would not flinch even when faced with a raging flood or a ferocious beast!

That kind of awareness is comparable to that of the victorious team members standing on the front line, and is even more acute and determined than that of Ye Rui.

A man was lying on the ground in the alley, clearly caught in the crossfire of the confrontation.

At the same time, humanoid spiritual life forms of different colors and appearances appeared behind the two men facing each other.

In any case, this is a situation that absolutely cannot be ignored.

"Stop. I don't know what grudge you have, but if it's something that can be judged by right and wrong, why don't you try to reason with the person who made the mistake and make amends? In any case, going so far as to kill someone is far too serious!"

Daigo originally wanted to suggest that they go to the police station to determine right from wrong.

But recalling the Italian officials I encountered on the street before, who saw someone stealing but turned a blind eye after the thief offered money as a bribe, I dared not hope that the officials here would become objective and fair after I went to the police station.

Bucciarati glared at him, revealing a fierce expression, trying to deter the unexpected outsider: "This has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to die, don't come any closer!"

Giorno shouted back, "Hey, hey, hey, is there anyone as reckless as you in a place like this? Get out of here right now. You've already affected an innocent person. I don't want to break my promise that I wouldn't harm anyone else a second time."

"in case

"If you insist on coming here, then to survive, I won't hesitate to do anything, because you've chosen this path yourself, so you're no longer innocent. Like a moth drawn to a candle, you're courting death!"

Although their expressions were fierce and their tone was aggressive, Daigo wouldn't let that make him overlook the meaning behind their words.

Regardless of outward appearances, the underlying message is that they don't want to harm him and want to persuade him to leave.

After hearing these words, Daigo became even more determined to mediate: "Since you even care about a stranger like me, why did it have to come to this? Stop fighting, have a proper talk, and maybe you can reconcile, okay?"

"You babbling on and on, where did you come from, you old hag? Get lost!"

As Giorno and Bucciarati drew closer, they both raised one hand, shifting their focus and swinging it with all their might at Daigo, who was rushing towards them. Together, they aimed to knock away any outsiders who were in their way and prevent them from getting in the way.

The next second, with a 'thud,' Daigo firmly caught both of their fists. Daigo's strength seemed to have surpassed that of a human, approaching the realm of a Stand. (Fox Love)

At this critical moment, the body acts faster than the mind. Before they could even think, Gold Experience and Fullmetal Fingers, as Stands, had already subconsciously sensed the danger and threw punches.

Immediately—

"—He caught it? Unbelievable, how is this possible?!"

Only those who possess a Stand can understand the power of a Stand. It is a realm that no human can ever reach, no matter how much they train. A single punch can break a bone on the spot.

If you don't have enough awareness, just being punched by a Stand will render you unable to get up again.

But now, there is a man who looks very honest and simple, who seems easy to tease, deceive, and bully, who has taken punches from two stunt doubles at the same time.

No, before that, it means that the man could see the double and touch the double.

"Are you a Stand user too? Who sent you? Right now, in all of Italy, besides our 'P,' there shouldn't be any other mafia with even a half-Stand user. Or are you, like Giorno, a lone Stand user hiding in the shadows? What exactly is your Stand ability? What is your purpose?!"

Bucciarati's eyes sharpened instantly, and he shouted sternly, trying to force the other party to inadvertently reveal the secrets of his Stand ability using his immense power.

Intelligence is crucial in Stand battles. If you don't know the enemy's abilities, no matter how powerful your Stand is, you could still be ambushed and killed.

"what?"

Faced with Bucciarati's reprimand, Daigo was like a stranded duck, completely bewildered.

No, what is a stand-in? Aren't these spiritual beings like Mr. Iida Ryu? Is this a term unique to this place?

And it seems that he has been regarded as an enemy with ulterior motives.

"That's not it. I mean no harm. I just hope we can sit down and have a proper talk. My name is Daigo Madoka, a member of the GUTS team. Although you probably don't know what the GUTS team is, I will tell you everything I can. Please believe me, and please tell me your names!"

Daigo's honesty and sincerity were obvious to the naked eye, but neither Bucciarati nor Giorno would take a complete stranger lightly. They both shouted loudly, temporarily abandoning their battle, and their Stand attacks came at Daigo like a storm.

No malicious intent? That's fine. We'll beat you down until you're broken and unable to resist, ensuring our safety. Then we can interrogate you and have a proper talk!

Daigo's eyes hardened.

No matter how honest he may seem, he's not like Ultraman Mebius, who would never fight back or retaliate when bullied. Although he genuinely didn't intend to harm others, self-preservation is the most basic principle when one is being hurt.

The so-called "Stand" does indeed possess strength beyond that of ordinary people. If it were the previous Daigo, he would not have been able to resist in his human form. But fortunately, he has now transformed!

"No carrying, no carrying, no carrying, no carrying!"

"Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

The Golden Experience and Steel Fingers made unique sounds as they attacked relentlessly. Daigo blocked with both hands, rarely launching an attack himself, and successfully blocked all the attacks.

"Alright, I hit him successfully. Now—what? Why is he still so fast? And after realizing he'd be dragged out of his zipper after being hit by my Steel Fingers fist in the first attack, he completely avoided my Stand's fist? Just who is this guy?!"

"Giorno Giovanna, what are you doing? Did you even activate your Stand ability?!"

Bucciarati was baffled by the enemy's swift movements and apparent lack of trouble.

When Giorno's Stand attacks an enemy, it can give the enemy a mental illusion, making them mistakenly believe that they have gained a powerful force, a force so strong that they are invincible and become arrogant and overconfident.

But in reality, it's fake, and the human spirit can be deceived by this illusion of power, unable to withstand it, resulting in the soul leaving the body while the body remains in place, out of control and at the mercy of others.

However now, the enemy

How could someone be able to move normally even though they were punched and slapped so many times by Giorno's Stand?

"I'm doing it!" Giorno was also covered in sweat, his back drenched. (Salted Fish)

"But how is that possible? No, unless there is only one possibility... that man, that man is not deceived by the illusion of the power granted by the Gold Experience, it can only be because he has personally experienced a power stronger than that illusion, and his soul is strong enough to support him in controlling the life ability granted by the Gold Experience!"

"Are you kidding me? That kind of thing is impossible!"

They're babbling on and on, talking about what's possible and impossible.

Daigo dodged and then unleashed two powerful upward Rising Dragon Fist attacks. He didn't want to fight people, but he could fight his Stands. Keeping these two Stands fighting here would be too exhausting and would worsen their physical condition.

"puff--"

Ugh!

At the same time that the two Stands were punched in the chin and staggered backward, Bucciarati and Giorno also coughed up blood on the spot, their heads thrown back, their bodies flying off the ground before crashing heavily to the ground.

This attack was not fatal, nor did it cause serious injury. For Bucciarati and Giorno, who both possess Gold Saint status, there is still plenty of time to fight again.

But they also knew that the battle was over.

—Even if the two of them joined forces, they would have absolutely no chance of winning against this man named Daigo Madoka!

Chapter 404 Humans are destined to ascend to heaven.

Gu Pingsheng disliked fighting, so he could only resolve conflicts.

Just as Bucciarati and Giorno felt a chill in their hearts and racked their brains for a final desperate gamble, they saw their opponent first take a moment of surprise, seemingly unaware that fighting a Stand would cause them both to get injured, and then voluntarily stopped.

No, it wouldn't be accurate to say he stopped; he simply stopped all fighting on his own initiative, looking completely harmless, and jogged over as if to help the two of them up.

In the past, Bucciarati and Giorno would definitely have thought that the other party had ulterior motives and was plotting something.

But after experiencing that battle where they were clearly on the offensive but were completely suppressed... all I can say is that the other side really had no need to put on this act.

Otherwise, if anyone had designs on them, just based on the moment they were stunned and disoriented by the unexpected punch, this man would have been able to take the opportunity to severely injure them both until they were unable to get up again.

Bucciarati chose to trust him for the moment. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly took Daigo's outstretched hand, used it to help him stand up, and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing, I just don't want you to cause any deaths." Daigo shook his head like a rattle-drum. Thank goodness, at least you were willing to communicate properly. "What I really want to ask you is, what exactly happened?"

“This…” Bucciarati paused for a moment.