We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

It wasn't just that guy. There was also this Egyptian guy with a weird hairdo who played with fire and actually called his Stand a magician. We had a fight in prison the first time we met, and now he's gone too. And then there was that bad-tempered dog who only knew how to fart. He and Polnareff were always fighting, but they were actually the best of friends. The dog was gone too. I even almost lost my vehicle killer, that perpetually frivolous old man, that night. He was resurrected and still tried to scare my grandfather. I don't know what to say, but now he can't even hear me when I speak loudly.

In just one day, he lost Abdel, lost Kakyoin Noriaki, lost Ichi, and even almost lost his grandfather and mother. Jotaro was unwilling to admit it, but he has been living with the regret of that day. If I were stronger, if I were stronger, then they would still be living well.

If I were a dolphin, I wouldn't be thinking about these things, Jotaro thought, realizing that he was just a mortal. No matter how rich the SPW Foundation was, the most valuable thing on him was still that photo. Even the invincible man would sigh in his heart.

Speaking of which, where did Polnareff go? Jotaro hasn't heard from him for a long time since the old man's Hermit Purple lost its effect. This coquettish man is probably drinking somewhere, and I don't know if he has ever started a relationship after all these years.

Jotaro shook his head, trying to let the sadness go.

Of the three people who survived, besides me, the old man suffered from dementia, and Polnareff disappeared. Jotaro didn't want to admit it, but he was really lonely. Even with the wealth of the SPW consortium, he still felt that these things did not arouse his interest.

"As for why I attacked Giorno, it was probably because I was afraid," Jotaro suddenly said without changing his expression as he looked at the panting Koichi.

"Hu~ha~what? Mr. Jotaro would be scared too? But Giorno looks like a child no matter how you look at him." Koichi turned around and moved backwards. This answer was different from what he expected.

"Because the residents near the Colosseum will also have friends," Jotaro smiled slightly. He didn't want to see any separation. [Platinum World] was meant to prevent this from happening. As long as time was stopped, this world would not have a tragic ending.

Koichi scratched his head, "I really still don't understand." He looked very distressed, but fortunately, a glimpse from the corner of his eye cheered him up again, "Ah, Mr. Jotaro, the Colosseum is in front of us!"

For some reason, the closer Jotaro got to the Colosseum, the more flustered he felt. It was a complicated feeling, as if he was about to lose or gain something.

"Go in and check on Giorno," Jotaro replied calmly, ignoring the strange emotions in his heart. "Look at Giorno, look at Dio's son. For the sake of those who are still alive, I need to check on Giorno's condition. Although I'm sorry for the sneak attack, I won't regret my actions."

"I understand!"

Faced with Bucciarati's plan, Giorno immediately recognized this as an opportunity. After all, his boss's prophecy wasn't invincible. Of the three methods Giorno knew of, possessing a true form or Stand capable of withstanding the Crimson King's attacks was one. Bucciarati gave him an idea: since the human body couldn't withstand the Crimson King, he could weaken him until his invincible Stand became so old it couldn't even move its fists!

This is the hope of victory!

"Come on, Giorno, I'll help you, [Steel Chain Fingers]!" Fullmetal Fingers' fist hit Golden Experience's arm, creating a zipper around his wrist. Since Giorno didn't resist, Bucciarati extended the zipper all the way to the end of Giorno's arm. "Three meters away, seize the opportunity!"

Giorno nodded. He remembered the scene when Krieger used [Melancholic Blues]. The boss's prophecy can be used, so I really want to heal him. As long as we can deceive the prophecy, we will be the final winner!

"Mista, Trish, Krieg," Giorno yelled to the three of them, "Help control the boss!"

At this critical moment of life and death, the three people chose to believe in Giorno and Bucciarati. They began to cooperate tacitly. [Gal] no longer resisted Diavolo's fists, but softened Mista's body. Mista, who had run out of bullets, hugged Diavolo directly. The fishhook pierced Mista's body and went straight to the boss!

Chapter 77 Personality Correction

Will I let you touch me?

Diablo scoffed. As long as the power of prophecy existed, he wouldn't die at the hands of a few insatiable thugs. Even if there wasn't a prophecy, could a cripple with a nearly broken back really attack me?

Just as Diablo thought, not only was Mista's movement extremely slow, but because of problems with his waist and legs, he had no ability to turn. As long as he turned sideways a little more, even a child could easily dodge him.

No, Diablo noticed something was wrong. Mista's injuries had made him unable to move. How did he pounce on him?

[Epitaph] He began to work, and what would happen in the next ten seconds flashed through Diablo's eyes.

In the future, I hit Mista, and Mista's body turned into dough. His body stretched so much?! Is this Trish's ability?

After Mista suddenly stretched his body and wrapped around me, the Crimson King's fist would be caught by him, the fishhook would be caught by the Crimson King's fist, Giorno would heal me? Giorno would heal me?

What is he doing?

Diavolo couldn't believe the prophecy he had witnessed. He saw that Giorno had kindly treated him, and all his wounds had stopped bleeding. Giorno also showed no signs of aggression. How could this be possible? Was he surrendering?

Diablo hesitated for a moment. No matter what, the prophecy would not be wrong. As long as [Epitaph] was not nerfed before it was implemented and I did not change it, the things predicted would definitely happen!

Foolish behavior. Diavolo's prophecy can predict the future more than ten seconds later. He knows very well that Giorno's behavior will benefit him in every way. Although he doesn't know what Giorno is thinking, this is a great opportunity.

As a reward for you, I will kill you at the end, Giorno.

Diablo already knew that Mista's body had become unusual, but unfortunately the Crimson King's range was close to 3 meters, and Mista could only move his upper body, so there was no way he could stretch it to this extent.

All he needed to do was get the Crimson King close. Without ammunition, what could a gunman do? Diavolo stood a little further away, waiting for Giorno to reach him. Although every change Diavolo made altered the future, Giorno had already proven himself an ally in the prophecy. Diavolo tried the prophecy again; after all, he needed to predict the hook's trajectory. Just as he'd imagined, Giorno healed him in this future.

While examining the Epitaph wouldn't take long, the threat of the hook was imminent. Diablo dodged according to the prophecy, no longer paying attention to the new prophecy, dodging the hook's predictions for the next second. Predicting the future too long would only distract me, especially with Tobio and I constantly swapping personalities. My mind couldn't handle such complex thinking. I had to preserve this opportunity. As long as Giorno heals me, what could anyone here do to me?

Giorno rushed over just as predicted. Diavolo grabbed the fishhook, but the attack range of the fishhook was obviously greater than the distance that the Crimson King could defend. Mista still looked like he would not be hurt no matter how hard he hit. Diavolo gave up using the power of the Crimson King and kicked Mista away with his own foot. The Crimson King continued to resist the attack of the fishhook. He had to create conditions for Giorno to approach.

"Giorno, are you here to heal me?"

Diablo said this deliberately to undermine the confidence of others. As long as he could make the user of the fishhook hesitate a little, the ability that posed the greatest threat to him would be equivalent to non-existence.

"Yeah," Giorno finally put his hand on Diavolo. The face that kept changing its outline became even more disgusting when he got closer. Giorno stood in front of Diavolo with his hands on his hips in an extremely strange posture. "I'm going to heal you, boss!"

An endless stream of life energy poured into Diablo's body. Diablo felt that his condition had never been so good. It was as if endless power was at work in his body, and even the fishhook flying in the air slowed down.

Look, I can just reach out and grab it! It's amazing! You guys fought so hard, but in the end, I, Diablo, still had the last laugh!

Diablo, whose confidence has swelled to an unprecedented level, has seen the end. [Epitaph] has shown my victory! My teeth have grown back, my wounds have all healed, and you will only be beaten to death one by one by me!

Diablo grabbed Giorno with his backhand and dragged him backwards. The hook swirled in the air, its speed increasing, but it ultimately didn't strike Giorno. Foolish, cowardly, knowing his companion had betrayed him, yet he couldn't bring himself to kill. Diablo despised Krieg's choice. Even in this state of anxiety, he still cared about something as misguided as feelings. He deserved to be a thug! His principle was that no one could be trusted, otherwise he wouldn't be so pathologically intent on hiding himself.

The emperor is me, Diablo!

"Well done, Giorno. You're the only wise one here. If you can heal me, I'll make you the highest-ranking official!" Diablo, who had taken in too much life energy, unknowingly became a little crazy. "I will kill all the traitors. Hurry and heal me. I need another arm!"

"I can't do this," Giorno rejected Diavolo's request.

What? The abrupt answer made Diablo aware of the danger, but the [Epitaph] that always worked suddenly shattered into pieces. Only then did he realize that his headache had exceeded his tolerance. "Tobio, what are you doing?!"

Diablo was very familiar with this kind of headache. This was the pain he felt when he switched back to Tobio's personality, but because he only felt the beginning each time, the real headache afterwards was all felt by Tobio.

"I don't know, boss. It hurts me too. Wait, boss, why are you on top of me?" In the depths of his mind where no one could hear him, Tobio begged for mercy in pain, "Boss, please don't call me anymore. It hurts so much!"

"Tobio, my dear Tobio, why are you here? You should go to bed, right?"

"It's so noisy, why are you in my head? Don't you know I'm in pain?"

"Tobio, what are you talking about! You know you are talking to..."

"Shut up, you stinking idiot, are you trying to make me die of pain?"

As the two personalities were entangled, Giorno noticed the abnormality in Diavolo's expression, and he finally said the second half of his sentence, "What I really want to cure is your split personality!"

P.S.: It will be released on Friday. Although some people say that we should keep the release date a secret, I refuse to do that! I want to make Jotaro and Ora the boss before Thursday.

P.S.2: I'm very tired today, and tomorrow will obviously be very tiring too. I've been going to bed at 2 or 3 a.m. for almost a month now, and my body can't take it anymore. This bounty is really not something a part-time author should offer 233333. If the next update isn't available before 2:30 p.m., don't wait.

Chapter 78 Never Alone

This is a trap!

Diavolo, who can become a gang boss, is definitely not a fool. When Tobio was out of control, he understood what Giorno's so-called plan was, but knowing is one thing, and how to deal with it is another.

Diavolo wanted to interrupt Giorno's actions, but his excessive mental energy made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The Stand is the embodiment of the spirit, and the physical state is the most important component of the spirit. As Diablo's body did improve, but he was missing an arm, the excess life energy accumulated in his body. The energy that had nowhere to go was converted into spiritual energy, and the potential of [Epitaph] was suddenly released. The future and reality overlapped, coupled with the disruption of Tobio's personality and the disharmony between body and mind, it was like a player who was playing a game. Not only was the network constantly fluctuating, but there were also people around him trying to grab the mouse. Diablo had no idea what he was doing.

My consciousness accelerated?

Diavolo's brain told him that he had seen Giorno's head deformed by his fist, but Diavolo's body told him that the fist had not yet been thrown. The two contradictory feelings themselves would make his brain extremely chaotic, but the mental rampage made his thinking active and clear. In the few tenths of a second when the Crimson King raised his hand to make a knife-like hand gesture, Diavolo had already watched Giorno being shot in the head three times!

[You'll die, stop, you'll die] [There's no other way, get ready to run] [Tobio, stop right now] [Swing your fist] [Time leaps] [It hits] [Where's my fist?] [My body hurts] [Where's Mista?] [I'm healed] [Arm] [How many people are around?] [Time leaps, leaps]

Messy thoughts kept popping up all the time, not only Diablo, but also Tobio. Although Tobio's personality was much simpler, this body only had one brain, and the physiological structure determined that the human brain could not handle complex multiple thoughts at the same time. Diablo really felt that he was going to die. No, if this continued, death might be a relief.

Why can't the Crimson King be used?!

It's Tobio! Damn it, it's Tobio!

The only benefit of this mental rampage was that Diablo had ample time to think. He knew that if Tobio didn't behave, the Crimson King wouldn't be able to use Time Slash. The feeling of fullness in his body allowed him to sense even the slightest changes and pains. His constantly adjusting body shape also made mistakes with each shift. Diablo could feel his face becoming grotesque. He knew he couldn't be soft-hearted. Tobio must not interfere with him again.

If sacrificing one Tobio can buy my peace, then this is the meaning of Tobio's existence!

The Crimson King is Diablo's ability. He is the main personality, so it is very easy for him to kill a secondary personality. Although half an hour may have passed in Diablo's mind, in the eyes of others, less than a second has passed.

Giorno saw the Crimson King raised his hand knife. He was not sure whether the Crimson King could use Time Slash at this time, but he absolutely could not retreat. His companions needed protection. This is the reason why I am standing here!

Giorno decided to fight! He couldn't retreat!

Golden Experience: Standing in front of Giorno, as long as I am not killed in the first second, nothing will happen to me, so I want to bring the hope of victory to my companions!

Trish was on his way, and the [Gallic]'s hand was about to touch Giorno. Just as Giorno thought, Trish made the same decision. Giorno can heal me, I can save Giorno, Giorno can heal everyone. Trish knew what he was going to do. Diavolo was a demon, and I was going to put an end to his mistakes, even if it cost me my life!

Mista was crawling on the ground, and Krieg was manipulating the fishhook. Just as the fishing line was about to wrap around the Crimson King's arm, the Crimson King suddenly started swinging his knife.

The Crimson King's speed increased, an overflow of mental power! Krieg could figure out what was happening, but the fishing line could never catch up to the speed of the knife!

Damn it! Under everyone's anxious gaze, the Crimson King's hand knife chopped off Diablo's head?!

"The Crimson King!" Diablo's head was covered in blood, but his face was no longer changing. Tobio was already dead! The only one left alive was me, Diablo!

"Girono, run away!" Mista, who was closest to him, roared the loudest in his life, but the speed of the Crimson King was more than twice as fast. From Giorno to Trish, the two did not even have time to react and were knocked away before they felt the pain.

According to the message from the hook, Giorno was barely breathing. Before the hottie could even touch him, Giorno was struck by the Crimson King's powerful punch. Although he wasn't dead yet, he no longer had a say in the outcome of this fight. The same thing happened with Trish, who only wanted to soften Giorno up, paying no attention to her own safety. Her breath was even weaker, and Krieg couldn't even see her flight trajectory. The only thing he could see clearly was Mista suddenly falling to the ground. Without the hottie's abilities, the most muscular assassin had lost the muscles that allowed him to exert force.

"That's a great idea," Diablo said, standing still. It wasn't that he didn't want to press on, but he had to treat the wound on his head. Giorno, the life force, only had one breath left, so he had to use it sparingly. Whether it was the head wound or Prosciutto's aging, it was a problem for Diablo.

But the real problem fell on Krieg. He looked around and found that only Bucciarati could still be considered combat-ready, but without legs, he could not join the battlefield.

So, I'm the only one left?

Krieg grinned. After going around in circles, he finally returned to the one-on-one scene. It was so interesting!

"I have a problem, Diablo." Krieg licked his lips, which were as dry as his throat. "If I attack you now, I have no chance of defeating you, but you are injured. Once you are healed, I might be able to defeat you, but you are weak sometimes. What do you think I should do?"

Diablo paid no attention to the defeated man's wails. He could feel his scalp gradually healing. As his life energy disappeared, his spirit and body became aligned. Now, only the dead were making noises.

"One on one, come on!"

"No, this isn't one-on-one!" Polnareff pushed his wheelchair stubbornly into the center of the arena. "I, Jean Pierre Polnareff, will never let your scheme succeed!"

He turned to look at Krieg. The aging hero held a broken rapier, his damaged silver chariot clean and bright. His eyes were firm. "Do you mind adding me?"

"It's my honor," Krieg laughed as the line wrapped around the fishing rod and rushed towards his destined fate.

Chapter 79 is coming

Diablo has lost his destiny. The illusory thing has finally disappeared. Now Diablo can no longer rely on destiny to escape death.

Krieg has seen the hope of victory, and now there is no obstacle to his actions!

"Draw your weapons." The Silver Chariot stood behind Krieg, helping him into an attacking stance. Even without his Stand ability, Polnareff was a top-tier swordsman. Someone who could fight the Crimson King with a bare-bones Stand knew how to counter fists with long weapons. "I'll teach you how to attack. Just be on guard and slash!"

It's useless to struggle. I'm no longer weak! Diablo took the initiative to step forward. The fishing rod and line combined together, the attack range was much larger than that of the Crimson King. Although the epitaph could predict the attack, it still needed to close the distance to fight back.

Krieg carefully avoided the Crimson King's attack range. Though he felt helpless, he couldn't simply and brute-force defeat the boss. Waiting for the activation of Aging was the best solution, perhaps even the only solution. If he got close, he would die. Even at a distance, as soon as Time Slash activated, he would die. Krieg knew this well. Fate sometimes had a malicious way of swallowing up all the cards in the opponent's hand, then telling those in the death match that it had abandoned them.

Diablo lost the protection of fate, but Krieg also lost his trump card. At this time, he no longer had a trump card like Ice Wall that would cause serious injuries if hit, so Krieg could only rely on himself.

[Beach Boys] cannot defeat [Crimson King] who uses [Epitaph] the whole time. Even though there are intervals between the activation of Epitaph, and even though the future predicted by Epitaph can only show the results most of the time, this ability combined with the body of double A in strength and speed makes it powerful.

A giant sword, tangled with fishing lines and stretched to its full length, a length even larger than a door panel, appeared in Krieg's hand. Luckily, Beach Boy was weightless, allowing Krieg to swing it easily. Unfortunately, Beach Boy was weightless, leaving him with no other source of damage besides the force of his swing. This form was primarily intended to ward off Diablo's attacks. Diablo didn't need to dodge Krieg's blows, and each of the Red King's punches would send Krieg back several steps, further exacerbating his already injured chest. The dizziness from the blood loss slowed Krieg's movements.

The reason why he was not knocked away was that the fishing line was stuck in the ground. The Red King's strength was basically absorbed by the elasticity, and the strength penetrated into the ground, causing the surface of the ground to roll like boiling water.

Polnareff was also very anxious. He could see that Krieg's movements and strength were far inferior to the Crimson King, and Krieg's broken ribs made it impossible for him to move at all. If he were in his prime, he could still provide help, but now the Silver Chariot could only help him move, and nothing else.

The aging ability took too long to take effect. Krieg knew how the Golden Experience worked, so he knew that Diablo's aging speed was definitely slower than his healing speed. As long as Diablo fully recovered, they would have no chance.

Vigorous exercise accelerates aging, and unfortunately, neither of the two present had Diablo's abilities. If Krieg turned and ran, Polnareff would be doomed. Polnareff wouldn't retreat, and even if he did, Krieg, without the chariot's aid, would be instantly killed.

This wasn't what I expected. Seeing Diablo's condition getting better and better, Krieg gradually began to lose his strength. The denser the fishing line, the weaker Diablo's attack power. After all, the prophecy couldn't allow him to ignore the size of the fishing line creation. However, Diablo's movements were also getting faster and faster. Even a larger body couldn't withstand the increasingly fast punches, not to mention that Diablo hadn't used the Time Slash skill.

"【Steel Chain Fingers】!"

Several zippers were opened on the ground, and the fragmented ground restricted Diablo's movement. Unfortunately, Bucciarati was not cured, and the zippers only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing from the ground.

Diablo had predicted this scene, and his eyes became more and more disdainful. They were just a few cripples.

Can't wait any longer, Diablo will need it! Krieg held the [Mercury Totem: Human] in his hand. He didn't know how it worked, nor did he know if his Stand would disappear after using it. But now there was nothing he could do. Something unexpected happened: the totem was completely unusable!

Koichi can use echo, so why hasn't he shown up yet? Krieg, who was already a little anxious, tried to find Koichi Hirose, but the destroyed Colosseum was in full view, so there was no one left.

"You're out of options, right?" Diablo finally confirmed that he was completely fine. No headaches, no wounds, the Crimson King was still usable, and there were no unexpected incidents predicted to disrupt the situation. Now was the time for reckoning! "Crimson King!"

"Eliminate this time!"

Diablo walked leisurely in the still world. Now he had no enemies. One was in a wheelchair, one was about to bleed to death, and one was lying on the ground and couldn't even use a substitute. This was the fate of all betrayers.

Which one should I solve first?

More than ten seconds was a long time, long enough for Diablo to think of how to attack. He looked at his roughened palms and it seemed that aging had really taken effect. So he didn't want to waste time any more.

Bessie, the one using the hook, was the only one with ranged range, and the only one who could still move. That was him! Diablo watched the fishing line entangled in Krieg's body, struggling desperately. What good would this do? Would it extend your life any longer?

"Time, resume its flow."

Krieg woke up in shock, the dizziness from blood loss made him squint his eyes, and then he was punched in the chest!

The fishing line did block the impact, but the remaining strength was enough, and Krieg fell to the ground without a sound. He was curious why there was not much taste of blood in his mouth.

Oh, it’s almost dried up.