MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 133 Courage
"I...I..." Boingo felt the pain in his neck, cold sweat poured down his back, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Suddenly, with a scream, Boingo's body grew into a human in an instant, and he scrambled and crawled towards the door to escape.

"Oh, so it was Oingo from the start. This cowardly guy managed to muster quite a bit of courage to protect his brother." Dio smiled calmly, but didn't give chase.

Both brothers, Oingo and Boingo, are Stand users.

Unlike his younger brother Boingo's Toto, who possesses prophetic abilities, Oingo's Stand is named Knum.

Named after the Egyptian god of creation, it is also incredibly powerful.

Whether it's height, weight, smell, or even the physical structure of different races, it can be perfectly altered.

Once it changed, even Dio, a vampire with senses beyond human capabilities, was completely unable to distinguish it.

Dio even suspected that this guy could perfectly transform into his own vampire constitution, as well as the legendary ancient pillar beings who created vampires, and the so-called ultimate beings, which he had heard about during his travels around the world.

Therefore, until just now, Dio had no idea that the Boingo in front of him was actually Oingo from the beginning.

He simply rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

"Stand abilities are never reasonable, but Toto's ability is absolute."

"In other words, fate has decreed that I, Dio, will fight against Joseph Jotaro and his group under the blazing sun during a solar eclipse."

"Finally, in the battle against Jotaro's Star Platinum, my Stand body will be shattered."

"Sphinx, steel fortress, sword-shaped outline, a sun with a human face? A solar eclipse? The Stand was shattered..."

What do all these things mean?

"Does this mean that I, Dior, will somehow overcome the vampire's weakness of fearing sunlight in the next few days?"

"Then he fought Jotaro Kujo and was killed?"

"And that strange cube-shaped person who seems to be a god didn't appear in Toto's prophecy. Does that mean my delaying plan was successful, and that the thing won't come to me until it kills all the heinous criminals it knows?"

Walking through the darkness, Dio reached the rooftop, quietly enjoying the bright moonlight and lost in thought.

"And does all of this mean that I, Dio, will never die before that blazing sun, before that solar eclipse, and before the battle with Jotaro!"

“Is it fate that I will die then… no, will my body shatter?”

“Mere shattering of the body is by no means a certain death!” he murmured, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

Dio himself was somewhat surprised that he would unconsciously laugh after learning of his own death, or rather, his defeat.

An unprecedented sense of security followed, as if an awakening and a feeling of happiness began to well up in my heart.

Toto is absolutely divine!
The future prophesied by God Toto will definitely happen! Absolutely! It will definitely happen!

Or rather, fate is absolute!
A century ago, before he truly became a vampire by relying on the Stone Mask, Dio had already come into contact with such power.

As a century passed, he increasingly sensed its terror from various traces, and felt a deep sense of dread and disgust towards it.

To conquer and then dominate—this was Dio's life goal, established from childhood.

Dior grew up in the slums and suffered abuse and humiliation.

His father, Dario, was a filthy, despicable, alcoholic, gambler, and domestic abuser—a truly despicable scoundrel.

Dior's childhood experiences left an indelible mark on him for the rest of his life.

Throughout, he was filled with unease and harbored a deep fear of the unknown.

He suffered domestic violence for many years during his childhood and was forced to gamble with great effort. He gave all the money he earned to his father to buy alcohol and gamble. He once had a deep fear and admiration for his father.

They fear the invincible power displayed by the domestic violence, and worship the evil that is capable of deceiving and cheating.

When he was a teenager, he believed he had gained a certain level of independence, so he immediately chose to poison his father, that damned and useless scumbag, with a slow-acting poison in an attempt to control his own life.

But unexpected events followed. His scumbag father was able to contact the famous Joestar family and even get him adopted by George Joestar I, allowing him to live the carefree life he had always dreamed of.

But he was still constantly shrouded in fear.

Even a century later, Dior was very clear about one thing: Georges Joestar I was a true gentleman of noble character.

Dio was very clear soon after being adopted that George truly raised him as his son.

Furthermore, a large portion of the Joestar family's vast fortune will definitely be allocated to him, their adopted son.

But he remained fearful and uneasy.

He was never truly able to hand over his life to others.

Even though he knew perfectly well that he could trust his adoptive father George, he still refused to believe it.

He couldn't bear the thought of his life being dictated by others' morality and familial affection. Therefore, as a teenager, he chose to bully George Joestar's son, Jonathan, in an attempt to control him and firmly establish himself as the dominant figure in the family.

Later, after realizing he couldn't beat Jonathan, he started to pretend again, posing as if he and Jonathan were good brothers.

Even after graduating with honors in law school and learning about his adoptive father George's arrangements for the Joestar family business after he and Jonathan came of age, and understanding that he would receive a large share, even more than George's biological son Jonathan, he was still dissatisfied.

Or rather, he still harbors fear and cannot bear having his life controlled by others based on kinship and morality.

Therefore, he once again chose to go to his hometown, the Ghoul Street, to buy a slow-acting poison to poison his adoptive father.

At that time, he learned a ridiculous story from Wen Qing, a Japanese fortune teller who bought poison.

That ridiculous fortune teller claimed that Dior had three moles on his ears, which meant he had great luck and was an extraordinary person.

He scoffed at this, thinking it was just a flattery from the vendor trying to get him to patronize the business more often.

But in the years that followed, the fortune teller's words were proven true time and time again.

He becomes a vampire beyond human capabilities, survives severe injuries, recklessly destroys a town to test his power, and fights Jonathan, a warrior known as Ripple, yet still survives after being defeated.

They attempted to seize his body, but due to an accident, he was sealed at the bottom of the sea and slumbered in a coffin.

It had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for a hundred years, but was extremely lucky to be rescued by the guys who were salvaging the sunken treasure, and was even more lucky to have its coffin opened after sunset.

Fortunately, Dior, who had been asleep for a hundred years and was extremely weak, was not killed by the scorching sun and was given a new life.

After coming ashore from the ship, he recalled his past ambitions and his attempt to dominate humanity with his vampire abilities. He was once again found by the fortune teller Granny Yan and willingly submitted to her, and because of her, he awakened a power called Stand...

During his four years of traveling the world, he constantly witnessed traces of fate, witnessing the invisible yet all-encompassing power of destiny.

Again and again, again and again...

As the Japanese fortune teller Wen Qing said, the three moles on his ears represent that he has extraordinary luck, and indeed he has extraordinary luck.

Therefore, I was able to escape death time and time again and encounter extraordinary opportunities.

So what about one's own efforts and ambitions?
If everything about oneself is under the control of fate, then one is like a puppet controlled by fate.

When one's destined good fortune is exhausted, and no matter how one resists, one cannot escape the fate of being defeated and dying, how can one regain peace of mind?
In divination cultures that are prevalent around the world and in various cultures, there often exists a similar saying—

Do not try to fool fate, do not try to control fate.
Dior was always wary of the power of fate, of this power that was beyond his control.

Therefore, even knowing that there were fortune tellers among his subordinates, and that there were people like Boingo who could foresee the future, Dio never actively sought out those famous fortune tellers to perform divination, nor did he actively order Boingo to foresee his own future.

Because he was afraid, because he was terrified.

He feared that when he truly knew his predetermined fate, he would be filled with anxiety and would be powerless to change it no matter how hard he tried.

It wasn't until now, until the appearance of that cube-shaped humanoid figure that brought Dio such terrifying pressure, that Dio, under pressure, chose to make a prophecy and try to utilize the power of fate.

……

Bathed in the moonlight, Dio suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter. "Hahahaha!!!!"

A joyful laugh echoed through the room.

"Since this is fate, then I shall take control of it!"

He proclaimed, "The plan to conquer fate, transcend fate, reach heaven, and surpass heaven has begun! What follows will be my battle against fate!"

He raised his right hand high, his fist clenched, as if he wanted to pluck the moon from the sky.

"I, who have always been governed by fate, will surely overcome fate! Dominate fate! Transcend fate!"

His voice echoed in the night air.

“The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage, and the greatness of mankind is the greatness of courage!”

Suddenly, he clenched his fist into a claw and plunged it directly into his own chest.

He pulled out the strong heart along with its long blood vessels.

Blood flowed freely from the shattered chest, only to be absorbed by the body in the blink of an eye.

He stared at his own heart with a strange look, that is, the heart of this body, the heart of his nemesis Jonathan.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, his heart, which was normally slow to function as a vampire, began to pound violently like a war drum.

Dior shouted, "Jonathan! You're watching me!"

He put his heart back into his chest and clenched his fist, pounding his chest.

"Come and witness! Witness my courage to triumph over fate! To dominate fate! To transcend fate!"

(End of this chapter)