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

Chapter 305 The Death of Diablo
Diavolo activated his time-deletion ability again, preparing to smash Kars' head open.

However, the next moment, an indescribable sense of terror suddenly arose.

Then... [Epitaph] activates!
In the future he saw, he saw his own chest being mercilessly pierced by a dark blue iron wrist.

how come? !

Diavolo was startled. Without the slightest hesitation, he activated the true power of his Stand, the ultimate mystery about fate hidden beneath the appearance of time erasure.

From Kars' perspective, he activated the time stop the instant Diavolo activated his ability.

However, in the next instant, Diablo in front of him turned into an afterimage.

He tried to touch the shadow, but found that he could not interfere with it.

"Is that so? Does that mean you've placed yourself in another dimension?"

Katz began to think thoughtfully, noting that similar phenomena were indeed depicted in the original work.

Diablo has also used his abilities to dodge bullets before...

In that case, even if he uses time stop, he won't be able to detect the other party.

Because the moment he stopped time, he was no longer on this timeline.

However, external things cannot affect him, and he naturally cannot affect the outside world either. In other words, if he wants to launch an attack, he must unlock the Crimson King's abilities.

In that case, dealing with it wouldn't be difficult...

The next moment, Kars broke the time stop, only to find that Diablo was still in the form of a phantom.

The difference is that this phantom began to move...

"Oh?"

Seeing this phenomenon piqued Katz's interest, because in the original story, the others were probably unaware of the timeline of the deletion.

But he actually observed this period of time, as well as Diablo's movement trajectory...

Is it because of the effect of time stop?
Kaz fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, Diablo smiled as he looked at Kars, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Over the years, he had come to understand the true nature of the Crimson King.

It is about creating a timeline that is completely parallel to the real world and belongs exclusively to Diablo!

The real world is like a videotape that is playing. From beginning to end, every frame is predetermined by "fate" and flows along a fixed trajectory toward the end.

For the masses in the videotape, every moment from the past to the future is predetermined; this is an inescapable destiny.

And he, Diablo, is the only one who can escape this videotape!
He can extract a time segment from point A to point B, re-weave cause and effect at will on a parallel track he creates, and finally perfectly map this altered "result" back onto the original timeline.

If he so chooses, he can even selectively "ignore" all the influences that the original timeline had on him, making himself an absolute ghost unbound by cause and effect.

This is a world that belongs only to him...

Diablo circled behind Kars and then controlled Crimson King to throw a punch at Kars.

He wanted to use the purest and most absolute violence to completely end this thickened entity called Katz.

With a determination to crush everything, this punch slammed into the back of Kars' head!
"Oh!"

A dull, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

Like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a hammer, a bloody scene unfolded before Diablo's eyes.

That iconic long purple hair was mixed with red and white things that flew everywhere, a scene both tragic and spectacular.

Kaz's enormous body lost all support and fell straight forward...

It worked... right?

Diablo smiled; this must be his victory, right?

However, the next moment, an invisible wave reappeared centered on Kars's corpse.

Impressed by this upheaval, the world once again turned gray.

Time stopped again...

Then, Kaz stood up, his head, which had been sulking, swelled up like a balloon.

"The Crimson King... what a terrifying power..."

Kars exclaimed in admiration, "No wonder they needed a conjuring artifact like the Insect Arrow to defeat Diavolo in the original story."

Unfortunately, it was him who I encountered...

The next moment, Kars appeared behind Diablo and pierced his chest.

The next moment, time began to flow.

The scene in Diablo's eyes took a jarring leap.

Kaz's headless corpse on the floor, along with the splattered blood and flesh, vanished into thin air without warning, as if it had never existed.

A sudden, piercing, and excruciating pain shot through his chest.

He lowered his head stiffly, inch by inch.

A gruesome, bloody hole was lodged in his chest.

Warm blood was gushing from the wound, quickly staining his delicate mesh shirt red.

The location and size of the wound were exactly the same as the future foreseen in the epitaph. "In an instant... what... exactly... happened..."

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

He didn't understand.

I had clearly escaped the trajectory of fate, I had clearly blown the other person's head to pieces, so why... why did it still end like this?
Endless resentment and confusion were the last emotions he left for this world.

His pupils gradually lost all color...

Seeing Diavolo lying on the ground, Kars summoned his Stand and began using its ability to read Diavolo's memories.

A massive stream of information began to flood Kaz's mind—the memories of Diablo's entire life: his fears, his obsessions, his ambitions.

A moment later, Kaz handed Dimitri a compiled intelligence report containing information on all of the "Passion" organization's strongholds, member lists, and secret assets.

He himself, following the deepest fears and obsessions in Diablo's memory, found another carefully preserved "arrow" in a very secluded basement in Naples.

……

A few days later, at the foot of a dilapidated apartment building in Naples.

A black-haired boy was being grabbed by the collar and shoved against the wall by a man reeking of alcohol.

"Where's the money?! You good-for-nothing! You handed in less money again this week! Did you secretly hide it?!"

The man roared roughly, spitting all over the boy's face.

The boy bit his lip tightly, but remained silent.

Because he was just a child, he couldn't survive on his own without the other person.

Just as the man's fist was about to land on the boy's face, a hand appeared out of thin air and casually grasped his wrist.

"Ok?"

The stepfather, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, turned his head and saw an unusually tall, purple-haired man standing beside him.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The man was mostly sobered up by the inhuman pressure from the other person.

Kars didn't answer, but his gaze fell on Giorno's lips.

There was a bruise there, caused by being pushed and shoved.

He let go, allowing the man to scramble away.

Then, he crouched down to be at eye level with the boy.

Giorno watched the mysterious man who had suddenly appeared with wariness, his body involuntarily shrinking back.

Kars reached out a finger and gently touched the bruise on Giorno's lip.

A warm and strange energy instantly flowed through his body. Giorno was astonished to find that the pain at the corner of his mouth had disappeared, the bruise had faded at a visible speed, and his skin had returned to normal.

"you……"

Giorno gaped in shock. Did the other person have the same special ability as him?
"A very interesting ability."

Kaz withdrew his finger and muttered to himself.

In the instant they made contact, he had completely analyzed the dormant power within Giorno that belonged to the Gold Experience.

"Dmitri."

After doing all this, Kaz said to Dimitri behind him.

"Lord Kaz, what are your orders?"

"Take good care of this child."

Kars's gaze remained fixed on Giorno.
"Don't let him be bullied by anyone again."

"As ordered."

Dimitri nodded. Although he didn't know the reason, he would naturally carry out Lord Kaz's order.

Having obtained Diablo's arrow and copied the [Golden Experience] ability, the Italian matter is now settled.

It's time to leave...

……

Several days later, in the heart of the African continent.

In a remote, unmarked primitive tribe, Katz, based on information from his intelligence agents, found an unusual "arrow" on an ancient and weathered altar.

Its arrowhead is not made of metal, but rather appears to be carved from some kind of strange beetle fossil. Its surface is covered with eerie and ancient patterns, radiating a life force that is far more powerful, more primitive, and more pure than any previous "arrow".

Insect arrow.

This is the miraculous item that Pollaref found in the original work, which allows his Stand to evolve again.

Kaz picked up the arrow; the rough stone arrowhead felt warm to the touch.

But he did not stab himself like he had before.

Because he wasn't sure if the arrow was a disposable item for him.

Moreover, in this wondrous world, there isn't only one way to elevate a Stand to a higher level...

(End of this chapter)