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“Truly remarkable,” Giorno said with a smile.

“If I weren’t unwilling to temporarily give up the Gold Experience, I would find their teaching very useful to me.”

"Speaking of which, Giorno, what are you trying to achieve by earning reward points?"

“I…” Giorno fell into thought, or rather, he was considering his options.

After a moment, he responded with a smile.

"For money, Mr. Polnareff, for money."

"Money? It's not just about that, is it?"

“Yes, Mr. Polnareff,” Giorno said seriously, while pulling at the open front of his shirt with one hand, as he spoke earnestly.

"I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream: to become a mafia superstar!"

"To become an Italian underworld superstar, you need money! So that's my goal, Mr. Polnareff!"

Polnareff didn't comment on Giorno's dream. Having spent many years navigating the world, he knew that the underworld didn't necessarily represent bad people—in fact, to be more precise, he had been involved in the underworld himself.

But when the Italian mafia was mentioned, Polunarev's expression immediately turned serious.

"Giorno, you didn't join 'Passion', did you?"

“I’ve heard of this organization,” Giorno said earnestly.

“But I didn’t join them because I thought they were wrong to sell drugs to women and children—no, selling that stuff is a big mistake!”

"I want to become a gangster superstar. Maybe I'll join him and change him, or maybe I'll become his enemy, but I, Giorno, will never associate with them!"

Seeing Giorno's earnest and determined expression, Polnareff's last remaining doubts vanished.

This kid might look a bit like Dio, but in any case, he definitely isn't that guy.

"Alright, Giorno! I'll lend you a hand if I have the chance in the future!"

Polnareff pointed forward with one hand, striking a difficult pose!

What are these two doing?

Yoshikage Kira watched these two guys start posing for no reason with a speechless expression, feeling rather irritated.

His fingernails began to grow rapidly and uncontrollably, and Kira Yoshikage kept opening and closing his mouth, feeling itchy all over his body.

I can't take it anymore, I'm having a murder urge.

His gaze wandered around, and if it weren't for the two teammates beside him who clearly wouldn't let him do whatever he wanted, he would have already started killing people!

but......

Killing ordinary people is unacceptable, but what about scum?

Yoshikage Kira looked ahead, where he could smell the stench of scum.

......

"Please, give me some money."

In the slums and alleys on the outskirts of Tokyo, stagnant water reflects the corroded pipes. A seven-year-old girl named Hotaru huddles in the shadows behind a garbage can, her thin hands cradling a chipped ceramic bowl with a few rusted coins scattered at the bottom.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

With a clinking sound coming from the bottom of the bowl, the girl expressed her heartfelt gratitude, but—

What lingered at the bottom of the bowl wasn't coins, but merely a few pull tabs from soda cans.

They derive pleasure from bullying the weak with sharp mockery and ridicule, and even if the girl knows this is how it will happen, what can she do?

Children like Ying have become accustomed to their lives being enveloped by malice and hatred.

Simply because he was a cursed child, something hated by everyone.

Being oppressed, despised, beaten, and insulted had become the norm. Even the eyes covered by cloth, when uncovered, were a deathly gray color cast by molten lead. This was because the mother regarded the scarlet pupils at birth as "the mark of the devil," and the scalding metal sealed away the light forever.

That's just how the world is; she can't change it. All she can do is struggle to survive and try her best to support herself and her sister.

Today's humiliation is just as it always has been.

Three drunken men staggered over, saw Ying, and kicked over the ceramic bowl in her hand with disgust.

"A red-eyed monster dares to beg for money?"

The scarred man, drunk, grabbed Xiaoying by the hair and, ignoring her pleas and cries of pain, shoved her face into the sewage pit.

As the mud filled her nostrils, Hotaru heard a cracking sound. A man had deliberately crushed something she was hiding in her arms: half a moldy loaf of bread and a clay butterfly that her sister had given her.

"No, please don't, please don't..."

The girl pleaded humbly, bowing and scraping as she tried to take her things, but her hand was stepped on, causing her to scream in pain.

"Blind but sharp-eared?" The drunkard grinned maliciously, pulling at her ear as if he had discovered some amusing toy, inflicting violence with wanton abandon.

The iron bar struck the back of her knee, and in excruciating pain, she collapsed to her knees like a rag doll, her body torn apart, her tattered clothes ripped open.

"Although it's a monster, its body is quite healthy. I'll take it back and have some fun with it..."

The lewd actions, the coarse breathing, the vulgar words—one can foresee a horrific tragedy that may well unfold here.

And what about the police? There were indeed two police officers patrolling the alleyway, but they stood by indifferently. The young officer instinctively reached for his service weapon, but the older officer stopped him, calmly saying...

“The cursed child isn’t human, according to Article 17 of the regulations—” He even pulled out a recorder, but the lens was only pointed at the perpetrator, and laughed.

"Evidence collection completed. The son of the curse failed to attack civilians and can be executed on the spot according to the Disaster Countermeasures Act."

Upon hearing this, the scarred man revealed an increasingly morbid smile, drew his dagger, and held the tip of the blade against Xiaoying's trembling, petite body—

Just then, a small car they couldn't see rumbled up and suddenly jumped onto the scarred man's shoulder.

"Hey! The roast chicken is almost gone!!! (Look here)!!!"

A mechanical and strange voice sounded in the man's ear. The next moment, his eyes widened as something entered his mouth, and then—

boom! ! ! !

Amidst the devastation, an ordinary office worker walks expressionlessly through the flames!

Chapter 16: 16. An Infuriating World

Yoshikage Kira is a scumbag.

He knew very well that he was a murderer who was not tolerated by society, a monster who, by all standards, should be rejected and destroyed by society.

But he considers himself a classy scoundrel.

He prefers a life as stable and still as a plant, not obsessed with winning or losing, not entangled in troubles, and not creating enemies that keep him up at night—therefore, he would never do anything vulgar or tasteless.

He also despised and loathed such people, such as thugs, guys who play with their genitals and then go to the gym without washing their hands, and—these perverts who like to abuse others!

Oh, don't get me wrong, Yoshikage Kira certainly doesn't object to bullying the weak, after all, that's what he does himself.

What he loathed was this blatant, vile evil.

Because it would make him irritable, keep him awake at night, and make his remaining conscience, which might have already disappeared, toss and turn at night, making him think about why he didn't blow that scumbag to ashes himself!

Kira Yoshikage would be extremely disgusted by anything that would affect his sleep and mental health.

Therefore, he would proactively clean up the junk that was bothering him without affecting himself.

Of course, it would also satisfy his urge to kill, which would be killing two birds with one stone!

Praise the cycle of reincarnation!

Aside from giving myself the most perfect hands, there are very few things that allow me to easily and completely unleash my bloodlust. It's truly—so exhilarating I can't breathe!

With a suppressed glee, Yoshikage Kira walked over expressionlessly, while Polnareff behind him, after seeing what had happened, could no longer contain himself.

"Stop, you scum!!!"

A flash of silver cleaved the twilight! The cold edge of the rapier embedded itself in the brick wall, its hilt still humming. Polnareff leaped down the three-meter-high fire escape ladder, his boots splashing into a puddle, mud splattering like bullets into his face.

His expression was extremely grim, even murderous as he glared at the group.

Polnareff hates two things the most: scum who bully women and scoundrels who ignore justice—especially scum who bully young, even young, girls!

The phantom of the silver chariot solidified behind Polnareff, and the rapier transformed into a storm of silver light, stabbing forward without hesitation!

He considered himself a knight, a gentleman, and was deeply wary of killing.

But that doesn't mean he was a pedantic dogmatist. Neither he nor his old friend Jotaro had any of those hypocritical, whiny ideas of the new era, like the bullshit that 'if you kill someone, you become a murderer too'!

If the law can punish them, they will choose to let the law take action; if the law cannot—

Let alone killing him, even if you made that damned bastard wish he were dead right in front of them, they wouldn't blink an eye!

Just like now—without a doubt, in Polnareff's eyes, these bastards and the police, these dogs...

They are no longer human!

Silver Chariot!!!

The gleaming silver rapier shot out like a piercing meteor, and in an instant, he turned the other two assailants who attacked the little girl into a honeycomb!

As if still not satisfied, Polnareff grabbed one of the bodies and threw it towards the police, glaring at them menacingly.

"Are you blind? As police officers, how could you turn a blind eye to such a heinous act!"

What is more disgusting than evil itself is the so-called 'justice' that witnesses evil but turns a blind eye!

"Put down your weapons—how dare you attack the police!"

But Polunarev's shouts clearly did not awaken the slightest sense of justice in the two policemen. They raised their pistols, pointed them at Polunarev, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation!

boom!boom!

The bullets, however, collided with the silver chariot's sword curtain, sparking—perhaps fueled by anger, or perhaps by the Stand's growth after being strengthened by the Supreme God, the silver chariot now unleashed a speed far greater than ever before.

"Ding! Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the two deformed bullets hit the ground, and Polnareff no longer hesitated about the two policemen.

Keeping these two parasites and scoundrels alive will only breed more evil!

Having said that, the silver chariot immediately launched a powerful attack, instantly killing the two policemen who had turned a blind eye to the perpetrators!

Giorno found this perfectly reasonable; if it were him, he would have done something even more ruthless to these bastards who were even more vulgar than frog piss.

Kira Yoshikage frowned slightly. He had indeed figured out Polnareff's personality, which was why he could kill these scumbags in front of him in a seemingly reasonable way. But killing a policeman...

Whether those two cops deserve to die or not is irrelevant, but they will definitely cause trouble.

The little girl trembled, terrified and uneasy by this sudden turn of events, while Polnareff knelt down and pressed Hotaru close to his clothes, which reeked of engine oil. The blind girl groped and grasped his chest; this was the first time she had felt the kindness of a "human" since she lost her sight.

"We should evacuate before the police arrive," Yoshikage Kira said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"But perhaps we can send her back first."

To act like a normal adult who is a pitiful little child—this is also a kind of self-deception.

Polnareff and Giorno, of course, did not object. Instead of heading directly to the evacuation point, they took Hotaru with them.

They went in the opposite direction, returning to the dangerous ruins further away from the safe city.

Along the way, they also learned some 'background' of this world from the child.

This is a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by so-called Gastrea and the virus that brews them. The human world is divided into a safe zone protected by megaliths made of a metal called chromium, which can inhibit the Gastrea's regeneration, and an abandoned area.

That's all the girl knew. She was a child born after a disaster, and the reason she was ostracized was...

All she knew was that her mother and father had feared and rejected her since the moment she was born. As children born after the war, they were labeled "cursed children" by the government because they carried Gastrea genes. They were defined by the government as a group without any human rights because they were born with those Gastrea genes.

They have no basic human rights and are not protected by law. Even if they have the ability to protect people, the government openly promotes that they are cursed children, pre-existing Gastrea, and discriminates against them in every way.

And for this reason, many of them are killed by their parents at birth. There are also cases like Ying, whose eyes were burned by her mother with molten lead at birth.

Those that survive will be driven to the outer areas to fend for themselves, forced to eat insects and drink rainwater in heavily polluted areas inhabited by Gastrea.

Just hearing this made Polnareff almost lose his composure.

"What kind of despicable government would subject a group of children to such severe discrimination and persecution!" Polunarev gritted his teeth.

"Even the former NACI wouldn't have done something like this!"

After all, while NACI persecuted squid, it was primarily for political and economic purposes. And the little mustache wouldn't have done something like collectively persecuting children of that age.

Rather than being evil, it carries a strong, physiologically unsettling smell of stupidity.

There are only ruined buildings and roads, rotting animals and carcasses, and filth that cannot be cleaned up.