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Chapter 132 Destiny
"Run! Run!"

Inhuman screams echoed through a dark, narrow place filled with a foul odor.

Gunshots, shouts of killing, screams, the sound of fleeing footsteps...

These chaotic sounds echoed throughout the incredibly complex and narrow fortress, which resembled an insect nest.

This is Kowloon Walled City, a chaotic crime scene, a lawless zone. Within an area of ​​less than 2.6 hectares, more than 5 people live, an astonishingly high population density.

Due to its unique geographical location, criminal activity is extremely frequent here.

Meanwhile, the gangsters, fugitives, and other personnel inside were frantically trying to escape.

A bizarre monster, a ghost, is slaughtering countless people.

After discovering the anomaly, people began to flee frantically, trying to fight back, but they didn't even know what the strange ghost was.

Even though the few Stand users gathered in the city tried to resist, they were instantly cut down by the Lower Realm Alloy Sword, their health points being reduced to zero without them even noticing.

In less than a minute, almost all the gangsters and criminals in the city were slaughtered.

Occasionally, some lucky residents would catch a fleeting glimpse of a square, blurry shadow.

In the blink of an eye, after slaughtering everyone there, Fang Zheng teleported away again, heading to another crime scene he knew of.

Without needing to think or hesitate, Fangzheng's behavior is dominated by the memory information of "human Fangzheng".

He consistently does what "human integrity" would do.

Fangzheng will not take action unless he has witnessed something he disapproves of firsthand.

But once they know this, they will continue to output answers according to their inherent tendency.

Throughout the entire Earth, Fang Zheng was flashing at the highest frequency, constantly slaughtering those so-called dark worlds.

"Is this a coincidence or destiny?"

Amidst the constant flashing, Fang Zheng was also engaging in some kind of "thinking" based on everything he saw.

'Founder' was very aware that something was wrong.

In terms of pure probability, even if Fang Zheng knew the exact city coordinates for each teleportation, the coordinates could not be accurate to the person-to-person level.

The Earth is so vast that even those globally renowned chaotic places, those so-called crime capitals, like New York, Mexico, and various war-torn areas, cannot be filled with gangsters, warlords, crimes, and wars everywhere.

However, during each teleportation, Fang Zheng could almost immediately encounter a series of criminal activities such as gangs, corruption, and human trafficking at the coordinates, thus enabling him to immediately launch a purge.

After the cleanup, they can almost always find detailed information about the local criminal activities, such as a list of people involved and their locations, in the area where they were initially located, instead of having to spend more time searching or simply cleaning up and leaving.

As a result, Fang Zheng immediately made a decision.

There is a force guiding my actions; there is a force trying to exploit my actions.

Fangzheng 'wanted' to witness Jotaro Kujo's battle, but not being able to witness it wasn't a problem.

In Fang Zheng's eyes, Joseph and his group, or even the vampire Dio, were no different from any other people on Earth.

Fangzheng's behavior will not change as a result; it will simply act according to the inertia of "Fangzheng".

He is now simply slaughtering what humans consider 'evil' on Earth.

The countless souls of evil people gathered together and transformed into a mighty torrent, flowing through the veins of the planet.

……

"Boingo, do you believe that everything you've seen will really happen?" A deep, magnetic voice echoed in the dimly lit room.

Dio, swaying slightly, dropped yet another withered young girl from his arms; the corpses of over thirty girls lay strewn across the cold ground.
Even vampires cannot absorb life energy indefinitely; they always need a digestion process.

Originally, Dio would have needed at least a few more months to fully adapt to Jonathan's body, but by enduring the feeling of fullness and constantly sucking blood, he did so a little earlier.

He absorbed a lot of blood and life energy, which made him feel dizzy and intoxicated.

Before him, kneeling on the ground, was a child wearing a hat and covered in dirt, trembling as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him.

The child named Boingo stammered, "I...I don't know..."

Dio's voice, tinged with amusement, rang out: "Oh, Boingo, do you think I, Dio, am the kind of person who would kill a subordinate simply because their answer doesn't meet my expectations?"

"No, no, no!" Boingo kowtowed hurriedly, his small body trembling with fear.

"Lord Dior, I absolutely did not mean that!"

Dio sighed contentedly, enjoying the pleasure of complete physical intimacy, and relaxed on the chair made of the girls' corpses, casually saying, "Then tell me your true opinion."

After hesitating for a moment, Boingo cautiously raised his head to look at Dio's face. "Toto is absolute!" Although he was still just a child, Boingo had already awakened a Stand called Toto when he was much younger.

Toto is a relatively rare Stand. It does not possess any mobility or offensive capabilities. Its appearance resembles an abstract comic book with an extremely distorted and bizarre style, which can even be seen by ordinary people.

Its only ability is to conjure up prophetic comics that can foresee the future, according to the master's will.

Its owner, Boingo, can arbitrarily designate a target or an event.

For example, you could specify that you want to kill a target, and have your Stand, Toto, manifest a series of images leading to that predetermined future.

Toto is absolutely divine!
Whether it's the prophet, who is Boingo himself and the owner of the Stand, or others who saw the relevant information, regardless of whether they acted according to the prophecy's instructions.

Even the person who received the prophecy was told its contents and was told to try their best to avoid it...

No matter how much you struggle or try to escape, driven by fate, everything will inevitably unfold according to the picture presented in the comic book, until you reach the definite future that is finally revealed.

Toto's ability to foresee the future, from any perspective, is a terrifying power that is so powerful it is beyond description and completely illogical.

But this is not without its flaws.

Its biggest weakness and limitation is that the relevant descriptions can only be presented through its quirky comic style.

Comics, however, are vastly different from the real world.

It's a very simple question: can a comic book reader guess what a character did during the intervals between panels from a simple panel layout?

If the storyboarding is very smooth, it is indeed possible to achieve this, allowing the reader to guess the process between different storyboards.

But what if the transitions between shots are poor?
Even if one could foresee the future through simple visuals, could one also see all the actions of the characters in the world represented by the comic, apart from the characters in front of the panels, through the comic panels themselves?

This obviously doesn't work.

Toto is absolutely divine!
However, it's hard to say what lies beyond the prophetic information it presents.

The predicted ending will inevitably be roughly the same as the distorted content depicted by the stand-in.

But it's just the same distorted imagery as the Stand's portrayal.

The god Toto doesn't care whether viewers understand it or how they interpret its content.

For example, Boingo once saw in a comic book that he and his brother Oingo, armed with daggers, followed an old man to rob him of money. In the end, the daggers were stained with blood, and they laughed heartily while holding banknotes.

In reality, it was the uncle they were following who was attacked by a pack of stray dogs, and they were caught in the crossfire. After a struggle and a flight of escape, the uncle they had accidentally saved gave them a lot of money as a token of their gratitude.

From childhood to adulthood, Boingo has repeatedly used his Stand's ability to foresee the future, and the 100% accurate predictions have given him 100% confidence in his Stand.

“Absolutely…” Dio sighed contentedly, summoning his Stand “The World” to take the Toto God from Boingo’s hand and flipping through the distorted comic book.

Due to the distorted art style, the characters depicted are difficult to distinguish and can only be identified by their clothing and hairstyles.

In the comic, a giant sphinx is seen devouring a large, wailing crowd, and then being dragged into what appears to be the gates of hell by a fire god surrounded by flames.

A massive steel fortress with a human face was breached by the blue, enraged war god.
There was a white-haired knight clad in silver armor, with the faint outline of a sword visible behind him.

After several seemingly disjointed short chapters, under the blazing sun with a distorted human face, during a total solar eclipse, Dio and his Stand "The World" are completely shattered during a battle with Jotaro Kujo and his Stand "Star Platinum".

In other words, according to Toto's prophecy, he, the evil emperor, the vampire Dio, will inevitably have his Stand shattered and his body broken apart in a battle with Jotaro Kujo, a descendant of the Joestar family, on a day when the sun is high and a solar eclipse occurs.

With a smile playing on his lips, Dior casually tossed the comic book back onto the ground.

He stood up, walked slowly to the trembling Boingo, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Boingo, having a Stand like Toto, have you ever predicted your own future?"

Dio's voice was low and calm, seemingly without the slightest panic at the prospect of witnessing his own death.

Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Boingo nearly wet himself in fear. He stammered, "Yes...yes, I predicted it..."

According to the prophecy of the god Toto, Boingo will die old and frail, surrounded by his children and grandchildren on a luxurious sickbed.

“Oh…” Suddenly, sharp thorns sprouted from Dio’s fingertips and gently grazed Boingo’s neck.

Amidst Boingo's violent trembling, a thin trail of blood seeped out.

Dio said slowly, "Since Toto is absolute, and it prophesied that you would die of old age surrounded by your descendants, what if I were to kill you now?"

"Wouldn't this count as changing one's fate?"

"Or perhaps fate is still absolute, and you will never be killed by me. In fact, even if I kill you, you will be resurrected in some way, or some unexpected change will occur?"

(End of this chapter)