They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 304 Time Stop VS Time Deletion
A few days later, the night sky over Rome was obscured by a thin layer of clouds.

The hazy moonlight cast a somber hue over the Gothic architecture of the Makarov family estate.

Diablo entered the estate alone, like a ghost disappearing into the night, without a sound.

He didn't bring any subordinates with him. To him, subordinates were a burden, a flaw that could reveal his identity.

He was an emperor at the pinnacle of power; an emperor's journey required no guards or witnesses.

Her long pink hair swayed gently in the night breeze. Although she had broken into the headquarters of an enemy organization, she acted as if an emperor were inspecting his own territory.

He stopped and stood in the shadow of a rose garden, his gaze piercing through dozens of meters to the lit floor-to-ceiling window of the main building of the manor.

That's it.

According to the intelligence he investigated, the man named "Katz" was in that room.

Diablo's eyes narrowed slightly, his bangs fell down, and a strange pink light flashed in his pupils.

【epitaph】!
The moment his ability was activated, the world appeared subtly distorted in his eyes.

He saw it, not now, but the "future" a few dozen seconds from now.

Images of the future unfolded clearly in his mind, every detail irrefutable.

He saw himself walking through the empty corridor and pushing open the half-closed door.

Inside the room, the man with long purple hair stood with his back to him in the moonlight, seemingly admiring the night view outside the window.

He clearly "saw" how the Crimson King's hand easily tore through the man's flesh and blood, piercing his chest precisely from behind.

The future depicted in his epitaph is one that will absolutely happen.

This is a script that fate had already written.

Diablo is the only one chosen by fate, capable of rewriting the script and manipulating destiny at will.

When he awakened to this substitute, he understood this truth.

Anyone who tries to stop him from reaching the top, any fool who tries to pry into his identity, is just a footnote that he can casually erase in the torrent of fate.

"Ha~"

A very soft, cold laugh escaped Diablo's lips, carrying absolute confidence and a hint of cruel pleasure.

As expected, my [Crimson King] is invincible.

Upon first encounter, no one can resist the combination of foreseeing the future and erasing time.

He emerged from the shadows, no longer concealing himself, and walked straight toward the main building's entrance.

Because of the epitaph's ability, he perfectly avoided all the guards.

This is the flow of "fate," and in the future he sees, he moves unimpeded.

The heavy oak door stood before him; the lock clicked softly and popped open automatically.

Diablo's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Is this a trivial trick, a final act of loyalty from that good-for-nothing named Dmitri to his new "master"?
It doesn't matter anymore. Soon, this family, along with its new owner, will disappear completely from this world.

Footsteps echoed in the silence.

He didn't deliberately lighten his pace; instead, it was as if he was actively announcing his arrival.

He wanted to make that Kars realize clearly before he died what kind of being he had provoked.

He went up the stairs, and everything was exactly as he had seen with the epitaph.

Sure enough, the door at the end of the corridor was slightly ajar, letting out soft light.

The next moment, Diablo pushed open the door.

The main light in the room was off; only a floor lamp emitted a dim, yellowish glow.

Moonlight streamed through the huge French windows, casting a silvery patch of light on the floor.

An incredibly tall figure stood by the window, his signature long purple hair shimmering mysteriously in the moonlight.

That was his target for this trip, Katz.

The other person seemed to hear the door open and slowly turned around. "Oh? You're not even hiding your identity anymore?"

Hearing the noise, Kaz turned around and looked at Diablo with great interest.

Does this mean you think you've got him cornered?

Was Diablo really this confident at this point in time?
"Ha~"

"I have no need to hide my identity from the dead..."

Diablo let out a sneer, and before he finished speaking, the killing intent in his eyes suddenly erupted!
"[Crimson King]!"

With his suppressed roar, a humanoid stand-in, made of pink and white interwoven with grid-like patterns and with a hideous and terrifying face, suddenly appeared behind him!

Time has been "deleted" at this moment!

Time did not stop, but continued to flow along its predetermined path.

In Diablo's perception, everything around him turned into illusory, constantly flickering afterimages.

Katz's turning motion, the trajectory of the clouds drifting past the window, the subtle changes in the brightness of the lights... everything lost its sense of reality, becoming a video that could not be interfered with.

Only he, Diavolo, and his Crimson King, are entities that have transcended this deleted time and possess absolute freedom!

He strolled leisurely around to Kars' back with the Crimson King.

Katz remained in the turned-around position, completely unaware of his impending death.

This is the power of an emperor! To foresee the future, to transcend fate, and to retain only outcomes that are advantageous to him!
A fanatical and twisted smile appeared on Diablo's face.

He raised the arm of the Crimson King high, aiming it at the spot that had already been pierced in the future.

go to hell!
The Crimson King's arm slashed down with a whooshing sound as it tore through the air!
puff!

The warm touch, the resistance of tearing flesh, and the throbbing of the heart being crushed from the fingertips... everything was exactly as predicted in the epitaph!
There can only be one emperor, and that is Diavolo!

A tremendous sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer filled his chest.

After this battle, no force can stop him anymore, and his "Passion" organization will completely conquer the night of Italy!

Time deletion, end...

The world has returned to normal flow rates.

Sound, light, shadow, and the realism of matter returned to Diablo's perception in a fraction of a second.

He stood behind Katz, maintaining the posture of having finished his attack.

On the other person's chest, a gruesome bloody hole was clearly visible, deep enough to expose bone, and even broken ribs and ruptured internal organs could be seen.

ended.

However, just as Diablo was about to turn away, leaving the corpse to the Makarov family in despair, a calm voice rang out from the "corpse" in front of him.

"Oh? So this is what it feels like to delete time?"

The voice was deep and steady, even carrying a hint of... academic inquiry.

"Wha...what?!"

Diablo's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and a chilling coldness shot from his tailbone to the top of his head in an instant!
He saw it.

The terrifying hole in Katz's chest, large enough to kill any creature instantly, was writhing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye! The broken bones were reconnecting themselves, and the torn muscle tissue was growing wildly like a living thing, filling the void.

In just a second or two, the bloody hole vanished completely, leaving only intact, smooth skin. The torn, blood-soaked clothing was the only proof that it had suffered severe damage.

How can it be? !
Diablo's face was extremely grim; he must have already crushed the man's heart!

How can such injuries really heal?
No! Whatever the ability!
Since one strike wasn't enough to kill, let's try again!
Diablo made a decision instantly: since crushing the heart was useless, he would cut off the head!

Even so, he can't be killed. With the Crimson King's abilities, he should be able to escape unscathed.

With that in mind, he activated the power of his Stand once more, triggering a second time erasure.

But unlike before, at the very moment the thought arose in his mind...

"【THE world】!"

(End of this chapter)