We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

We villains all have invincibility written on our faces. Author: Pineapple Pie

I am righteous.

Well, I'm righteous most of the time.

Now that you've discovered it, I declare this my justice! I'm both a referee and a contestant, so what's wrong with having both roles?

Also known as "The Success of Villain Roles"

JOJO 5: Golden Wind - Sekiro - One Punch Man - Kamen Rider Kuuga - Stone Ocean - DC Cinematic Universe - Marvel

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Chapter 1: Recruitment Begins

"Boss, boss! Are you okay?" The little yellow-haired boy was about to cry, "It seems like we killed someone..."

"Fuck you!" the bald leader covered his stomach and tried his best to seal the wound, but blood still gushed out. "Why, why the hell do you dare to fight back! Do you know who my father is?"

The bald man kicked Krieg angrily, but all he got in return was a trembling middle finger.

It hurts so much, Krieg roared in his heart. Even though his muscles began to tremble uncontrollably, his face still had that look of contempt.

My pants were ripped, my shirt was stained with my own blood. Why are all the London hooligans like this these days? They pull knives at the drop of a hat. Do they think everyone is the Ripper?! Your dad is a retard. He has a retard like you. He attacked three people on one and still got killed. How can there be such useless hooligans? They are so low-class.

I finally got reborn, but now I'm going back to death. I don't know if I'll get another chance. I don't have many friends or parents here anyway, so saving an innocent girl is worth it. Krieg, a 20-year-old soul from China, who was reborn in Britain, thought this as he walked on the grimy cobblestone road.

"Boss, run! Scotland Yard is coming! I don't want to be mistaken for the Ripper's imitator!" The little yellow-haired boy grabbed the bald man and said, "He can't be saved. No one can see our faces. Let's run! Big Tooth, quickly pull Boss and run!"

This is the result of being a hero, damn this world. Krieg tried to move, but only his fingers responded. The dizziness and pain from the excessive blood loss shattered his spirit, and he could only raise his middle finger higher.

On October 17, 1888, Krieger was attacked by thugs while trying to protect passers-by and sacrificed his 17-year-old life. There would probably be a brief obituary in the corner of the newspaper. Considering the craze for the Ripper, perhaps even an obituary was a luxury, and dying in obscurity was the only reasonable ending.

It should be like this.

"Big Tooth?! Ahhhhhhhhh!" The little yellow-haired boy's voice was vague, but the fear in it was almost overflowing. It was hard to imagine that a grown man would scream in such a shrill voice. Even though Krieg had decided to wait for death, he still opened his eyelids to see what his enemy was doing.

There are no enemies anymore.

The ferocious-looking bald head swelled to more than twice its size, and something was swimming in the swollen skin. The little yellow-haired man fell to the side, his entire left leg missing, but there was not a drop of blood in the wound.

This bizarre sight absorbed Krieg's complete attention. He even lost the pain from the knife wound. Adrenaline raced through his veins, and an unprecedented surge of dopamine flooded his brain. This was truly fascinating! Krieg opened his eyes wide, trying to see what was happening around him. The third thug was gone. No, not gone, he was inside the bald man's body!

"I hate being disturbed while hunting," a pleasant female voice reached Krieg's ears. The girl he had saved came back, holding her own head. "Food is really dishonest. It's better to die."

After a casual remark, the bald head that was swollen to the extreme exploded, and the 1.8-meter-long body was divided into hundreds of pieces. The little yellow-haired boy opened his mouth wide, but there was nothing in his mouth. The headless female monster just held the head up, and the broken head chewed the debris on the ground without any care.

This world is so crazy. Krieg closed his eyes. Seeing this scene before he died, he died without regrets.

Bullshit! This world is so interesting, how can I die! I've lived two lives in vain and finally saw something interesting. How can I bear to die? You dare to take advantage of my sympathy, a monster? You deserve to die!

Krieg picked up the backpack on his back and smashed it on the monster's back with all his strength. The monster had no idea what was happening, and the head in his hand rolled out directly. The head rolled twice on the ground and looked at Krieg in disbelief.

"Come on," Krieg raised his middle finger again. The joy in his heart allowed him to overcome his physical limitations. Although his life had come to an end, this last glimmer of hope surpassed his past and turned into his strength!

The monster never expected that the dying man would actually dare to resist. The angry monster did not pick up his own head. Instead, the headless body rushed over with an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Krieg. Before he could move his knife, the knife that stabbed him and then the bald man disappeared into the monster's exposed digestive tract, along with half of Krieg's body.

"That's right!" Krieg laughed and kicked the monster. The feeling was like when he hit a carriage as a child, but Krieg kicked out excitedly a second time, and disappeared below the knees in mid-air.

Great! Krieg, who was lying on the ground, felt so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven. Although half of his body had disappeared, he was still grinning. He knew the meaning of his life, and that was it.

Abnormality is his normality.

Facing the monster that was madly gnawing at him, Krieg finally raised his middle finger and then fell into complete darkness.

【Determined】

Who is speaking?

[The potential is huge, do you desire power? ]

I long for Naoko, an emoticon suddenly flashed through Krieg's mind.

【Second Dimension】

? ?

You are the second dimension, your whole family is the second dimension!

【Recruitment Completed】

Chapter 2 Beach Boys Usage

[Entering the world has been locked, consuming one page]

[Current World: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind]

[Time: 4:00 PM on a certain day in 2001 AD]

【Location: Platform 6 of the railway station】

[Main objective: One-on-one, kill the boss head-on

Current goal: survive the fight with the protagonist's team]

[Playable Character: Bessie (Soul Adjustment Completed, Beach Boy Available, Italian and Japanese Automatically Mastered)]

[Warning: In this world, please do not do anything that is inconsistent with the "Bessie" personality without a reasonable reason. If the world's will discovers, the consequences will be at your own risk!

Krieg squinted his eyes, not yet accustomed to the scorching afternoon sun. The sunlight passed through the glass on the top of the train station and shone directly into his eyes, making his nose involuntarily sore.

Although I don't know what happened, I'm still alive. Krieg sniffed and touched his intact stomach. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was pushed on the back.

"Bessie, what are you standing there for?" Krieger turned around, and a blond man said to him sternly, "It's four o'clock. Hurry up and use your Beach Boy to fish out the tickets. Are we going to sneak in without paying?"

Krieg was stunned for a moment, blinking innocently. The blond man in front of him had neatly combed hair and the Gucci logo on his collar was shining. He blinked again, "Brother Puro...?"

Krieg was surprised to find the man before him looked like he'd stepped out of a comic book. Combined with the subtitles scrolling before his eyes, he subconsciously called out his name. However, Krieg, having lived two lives, had a trained mind that immediately picked up on the word "character." For some reason, even though 17 years had passed, the plot of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind suddenly became clear in his mind. He immediately corrected himself. Whenever "Bessie" addressed Prosciutto as "Big Brother," he always ended with "Big Brother."

"Bessie? What are you doing? Why are you being so stupid right now?" Prosciut tapped Krieg on the head. "You need to become a man and grow up! We're about to lose Bucciarati and the others!"

"Yes, big brother, I understand." While Prosciut was speaking, Krieg quickly went through the plot. Although he did not have Bessie's memory, based on the plot, Bessie had always admired Prosciut very much, so Krieg immediately found the most appropriate way to answer.

Prosciutto merely snorted at the reply of "Bessie," and his unusually long eyelashes moved a little, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Before Krieg could figure out what was happening, he looked at the glass of the ticket counter. The shadow reflected in the glass was a fat boy with a green pot-shaped hairstyle and a reserved face, exactly like Bessie.

The soul adjustment must have changed even the appearance. No wonder the height doesn't match. Krieg sighed in his heart, both for his own experience and for the expression of the face in the mirror. Bessie is still a child. As for Krieg himself, weakness and cowardice have never been associated with him.

Krieger waved his hand gently, and as if by instinct, a fishing rod appeared in his hand. This was Bessie's stand-in, the Beach Boy. The hook on it moved in mid-air, drifting towards the ticket office. When it touched the glass, the hook passed through it easily, like passing through the surface of water, causing slight ripples to appear on the surface.

The ticket seller was talking to a passenger when the hook of the Beach Boy passed right in front of his eyes. However, no one could see it except Krieg and Prosciut. The sharp hook rested on the ticket book. Krieg shook his wrist slightly, and the two tickets were torn off and returned to his hand along with the hook.

In the vibrant JOJO series, starting from the third part, a new special system appeared, that is, the [Stand] in Krieg's hand.

A Stand is a powerful image created by the life force within a person. Those who possess this ability are called Stand Users, and the Beach Boys guitar in Bessie's hand is undoubtedly one of the best.

Destructive power: C, Speed: B, Range: B (line distance), Sustainability: C, Precision movement: C, Growth: A.

Apart from the few substitutes who committed fouls, this data is already quite useful. What's more, the growth potential of "Beach Boys" is still A, and the previous data may be able to increase.

The most important ability is Beach Boy's. This fishing rod-like Stand, consisting of a rod, skeleton-shaped reel, line, and hook, can cast a line from the floor or wall to find and reel in enemies. While the Stand is essentially powerless, relying solely on the original player's strength, it can penetrate the enemy's body with the line, thereby severely depleting their stamina.

At the same time, the impact on the line will rebound to the enemy. If you want to cut the line, the attack applied to the line will be returned to the person being hooked, so once the hook is embedded, it cannot be cut off. On this basis, it can also grasp the place where the needle penetrates the prey and the characteristics of the body in detail.

Assassination, searching for enemies, control. If "Bessie" in the original plot had not been too cowardly, perhaps it would not be Bessie and Prosciutto who died on the train.

This is a heroic battle.

Krieg glanced at Prosciut, the best brother to Bessie who was going to die in half an hour. In the original work, Krieg's favorite character was Prosciut, and it was for this reason that he had no objection to calling a virtual stranger "brother".

Who hasn’t had a moment of being silly for their favorite character on the barrage?

After Krieger took back the Beach Boys, he handed the ticket to Prosciut. Before the blond older brother even took the ticket, he praised "Bessie," saying, "Well done! You'll definitely become a man if you keep going like this."

What kind of man would use superpowers to steal things?! Bessie spent two years in the assassination squad and didn't even dare to fight, and you spoiled her. Do you think you should praise her for such a small thing?!

Although he was complaining madly in his heart, Krieger's expression remained expressionless, fully reflecting the joy of a child being praised by his parents.

"Pit the pits. We can't contact the others, so let's deal with the Bucciarati team. Bessi, you must make good use of your abilities."

"Okay, big brother."

So that's how you get on the train! That Gucci outfit of yours must have been stolen! Krieger's mind was full of complaints. If you're this broke, why not go out and work?

Chapter 3 Famous Scene

The members of the assassination team are not poor, but they are definitely not rich.

In the original work, the assassination team earned 2000 million lire for completing a mission. Krieg once saw on an encyclopedia that the average salary in Italy in 2001 was about US$1677 per month. Based on the strong US dollar exchange rate at the time, it was equivalent to about 300 million lire. The average working class often earned less than the average, about US$400, which is equivalent to 266 million lire.

In other words, when a team completes a mission, the money shared by nine people is actually about the same as that of ordinary workers. Considering the number of tasks and the consumption, it is even worse than going to work.

Bessie could even steal the vault, and there were no cameras watching, so why is it that even eating is a problem? Are you guys crazy? The gangs in 2001 were all elite, how could you sneak in? Krieger was unable to complain, and even lost some interest in the upcoming battle.

Most of the protagonists are around 20 years old, so does this count as beating children?

Krieg sighed and began to think silently. In the animation, Bessie ran into Bucciarati at 16:31, which is about 20 minutes from now. Can he get the turtle in advance during this time?

Does the definition of Bessie's character include the ability to predict the future in advance? If so, can't she just go to the boss now?

Krieg thought about it and finally gave up the idea. After all, the current goal given to him by the voice was to survive after fighting with the protagonist team. If there was something that could allow him to travel to the second dimension, then he'd better not disobey this goal.

Killing the boss one-on-one is something to worry about later. Now that we know the boss's abilities and face, the difficulty of this task has been reduced a lot. It may be even more difficult to separate the protagonist team and the assassination team.

Prosciut's Stand is The Grateful Dead, whose ability is to rapidly age people. In the plot, Prosciut has set a rule that determines gender based on body temperature, making The Grateful Dead age more slowly on women. He can also use ice to lower body temperature to alleviate this. The closer one is to the Stand, the faster they age.

Bessie and Prosciut's goal was to capture the boss's daughter, Trish, alive and use it to force them to reveal the boss's whereabouts. Krieg knew that without Leo Apache's Stand abilities, the assassination team's acquisition of Trish would be useless. The boss himself didn't love his daughter at all and longed for Trish's death to sever ties with his past. However, due to his character's limitations, Krieg couldn't tell anyone. Similarly, going directly to the Colosseum to obtain the winning insect arrow wouldn't work either, as Bessie wouldn't know.

Think quickly about whether there is any reasonable method. Bessie's character is cowardly, and Prosciut's concern for him is close to doting. There must be a way to guide the plot reasonably. The purpose of resurrecting me should not be to let me die again.

Krieg had died twice. Even the most manly man in the world, after facing death and being resurrected, wouldn't miss the feeling of nothingness. It wasn't the darkness you feel when you close your eyes, but the feeling of being staring at a light source and then suddenly closing one eye. The feeling of nothingness in the other eye was a kind of panic that came with not existing.

After a brief delay at the ticket office, the time was now 16:15 PM. At 16:25 PM, Bucciarati and his group were still on the train, meaning Krieg still had ten minutes. Prosciutto, seemingly armed with intelligence, pulled him around a corner and hid, staring motionlessly at the train.

Think about it quickly, Krieg unconsciously twisted his right index finger, which was the movement he made when he was thinking.

According to the plot, Bucciarati will find a turtle in the pool at the station. This turtle is actually also a stand user. There is a fairly large room in its shell, which is big enough to accommodate the entire protagonist team.

Krieg wanted to find the turtle, and he could have used Bessie's childish personality to "accidentally discover" the turtle. An animal with a concave shell shaped like a key was enough to attract Prosciutto's attention, but it was this damn character setting that made Krieg completely unable to act independently.

No, that was actually a good thing. Krieg broke out in a cold sweat. If he really took the turtle, they wouldn't be facing just Bucciarati and Mista, but a full-scale team. Even with a surprise attack, two people wouldn't be able to defeat six Stand users and an unawakened Trish.

While challenging, it was irrational. Krieg took a deep breath, clearing his mind of this impulsive thought. Even if the original plot unfolded, Krieg was confident he could escape with Prosciut, without needing his foresight. [Beach Boys] Destruction Power is C, equivalent to a normal human's strength. This is because the fishing rod must be swung to generate power, and since Bessie is human, her Strength panel is C.

But it was this human, Bessie, who performed the feat of dismantling the cab with her bare hands and pulling two adult men to move. If she were to do weightlifting with such strength, she would definitely be able to get a top place easily. However, considering Mista who could not die no matter what, perhaps the humans in this world are such unreasonable creatures.

Calm down, your target is the boss, not a life-and-death battle with Bucciarati. Of course, Krieg doesn't mind doing this. No matter how charismatic an opponent is, he is still an enemy, and only a dead enemy is a good enemy.

"Bessie," Prosut gestured to himself to look into the distance. A man in extremely exaggerated clothes was squatting in front of a pool in the distance. Not to mention the zipper decorations on the sleeves that were bigger than his arms, the bare chest outfit alone was enough to dampen Krieg's excitement as a fan of the character.

Can you please dress properly?! The gangsters here are all dressed more slutty than the other, are they afraid that others won't notice them?!

There is still a difference between reality and comics. While Prosciutto was staring at Bucciarati, Krieger was grabbing his hair, feeling that all his nervousness was wasted.

"He really showed up, it's Bucciarati," Prosciutto said with his hands in his pockets. Even though he saw the target of assassination, he still had no intention of dodging. Instead, he stood straight, like a javelin.

Krieg suddenly thought of something and continued, following Proshut's words, "Let's go up and kill them!"

"Tsk," Proshut sneered, "Are they cornered, or are they confident they can evade our pursuit?"

Is it coming? Krieg suddenly became excited.

"Who cares why? Let's go kill them and avenge Formaggio and Illuso!"

Proshut turned around and glared at Krieg sternly. "Look, you've been saying 'kill them, kill them' all the time. That doesn't exist in our world. It's a line only cowards say."

"The members of our team... are different from those stray dogs who only shout "Kill them!" "Kill them!" in the streets of pick-up shops or friendly clubs to comfort each other and their own hearts... When the words "Kill them" come to our minds, our action has already been completed!"

Prosut poked Krieg's chin with his hand. "I've already killed them. You can say that."

I'm fine, I'm satisfied just hearing the original dialogue here.

"Okay, big brother," Krieg shook Proshut's hand, "Okay, big brother!"

This action seemed to frighten Prosciutto. "It's good that you already know." He paused, and then paused again, until he finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Bessie, how long are you going to hold my hand!"

ps: Thanks to Su Rou Yi Da Gui for the salted fish stab

Chapter 4: Moving Forward

"I'll approach him directly on the platform," Prosciut put his hands back into his pockets. "Bessie, you walk from the train to car number one, and we'll attack him from both sides."