Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 126 Justice?

Meanwhile, Granny Enya, who was watching the battle from a distance through the crystal ball, was so angry that she trembled as she saw yet another Stand user she had sent out, Z·Z, suffer a crushing defeat.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Her sharp nails almost dug into the crystal ball. "They couldn't even handle a Joestar brat and an unknown Easterner!"

A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in her cloudy eyes.

"It seems—I have no choice but to take action myself."

She slowly stood up, a cold, damp mist emanating from her. A blurry, crowned female figure, composed of mist and water droplets, appeared and disappeared behind her—this was her double, Justice!

"Jostar—Jotaro—and that god-like Eastern man—"

Granny Enya's face twisted into a confident smile. "Before my justice, your fates will be decided by me! I will send you to your doom, filled with endless regret and fratricide!"

The original vehicle had already been destroyed in the battle.

Currently, all they can do is drive that broken car that has lost the power of the Z:Z Stand.

On the way, the group started chatting.

"It's amazing you managed to find the same school jacket, Jotaro!"

Joestar praised.

Jotaro laughed proudly, "And it's made of wool!"

Wang Bai was speechless. How could they find clothes that matched Jotaro's jacket in this place?

It feels more like Joestar used the power of the SPW Foundation to directly bring Jotaro an identical coat.

Otherwise, Wang Bai felt there was no way to explain this.

The vehicle continued towards Pakistan, but as dusk fell, an unexpected thick fog enveloped the mountain road.

Visibility dropped sharply, with a steep rock face on one side of the road and a bottomless cliff on the other, making it extremely dangerous to continue driving.

Joseph made a quick decision to stay overnight in the nearest town ahead.

The town was lifeless, as if it had been forgotten by the world.

The fog was even thicker here, and the dim yellow light from the streetlights distorted and spread in the fog, illuminating only a very small area.

The streets were deserted and eerily silent, save for the sounds of their car engines and tires crunching over the wet pavement.

"This fog—something's not right." Kakyoin frowned, the green Emperor appearing and disappearing beside him, vigilantly sensing his surroundings.

"It's too quiet," Avdol agreed, as the red magician's heat caused the surrounding mist to rise slightly.

Just then, Polnareff, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and gasped. "Feed—"

Look over there!

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw a male corpse lying in the middle of the street!

What's even more horrifying is that the corpse was covered with countless tiny holes, as if it had been pierced by countless needles.

Strangely, there was no blood around the wound, as if the blood had been completely drained away by something.

"Look closely, there's a gun in this corpse's hand!"

Polnareff reminded him.

The weapon in the corpse's hand was an ordinary revolver.

Wang Bai immediately noticed: "The muzzle of the other party's gun is still emitting blue smoke. It seems that the other party has already used this weapon, and the target of the weapon is probably not far from us."

Everyone present immediately became alert.

"But haven't you noticed something's wrong?"

Wang Bai looked around at his surroundings.

A person died in this public place, yet no one cared.

Everyone watched all this indifferently, without taking any action.

Suddenly, Wang Bai sensed something.

The atmosphere seemed to be watching the sky warily, as if something was forming in the sky.

But when Wang Bai looked up, he could only see a thick fog.

Joestar sighed, "It seems the fog is getting thicker and thicker. If this continues, we'll eventually be unable to see anything at all."

"This unusual weather must be the work of a Stand user. I don't know why they haven't attacked, but we still need to be vigilant."

"Since we have no clues, let's study this corpse."

Joestar crouched down and looked at the clothing of the dead body.

"The other person was probably Indian. The fact that there was cash in the wallet proves that he was not killed because of money."

"Wait a moment--"

Polnareff suddenly noticed something: "Look, there's a wound on the other person's chest the size of several coins."

"But why isn't the wound on the other person's chest bleeding?"

Wang Bai stepped forward directly: "Since this corpse has something strange about it, let's study it thoroughly."

After saying that, Wang Bai lifted the clothes off the corpse.

"ah?!!!"

"What happened?"

Everyone saw that the other person's body was covered with countless holes.

"It's a Stand attack!"

Joseph immediately asserted that experience told him this was no ordinary murder.

"This fog and this corpse—we'd better get out of here immediately!"

He strode towards the spot where he remembered parking, and suddenly jumped toward what he thought was his own beat-up car—"Watch out!" Wang Bai's warning rang out almost simultaneously!

"Clang!"

A sharp iron spike, which should have been part of the gate's fence, almost grazed Joseph's nose!

What he jumped onto wasn't a car at all, but a trap disguised as a vehicle and covered in spikes!

"This fog—it can distort vision and sense of direction!" Kakyoin immediately realized.

Just then, an old, slightly trembling female voice came from the thick fog: "Oh, my goodness! Travelers, are you alright? This fog is so thick, it's easy to get lost and have an accident."

As the fog lifted slightly, a simply dressed, kind-looking old woman with a cane appeared before them. "If you don't mind, there's a small inn up ahead where you can take shelter from this damn fog."

With nowhere else to turn, the group had no choice but to follow the "kind" old woman to a small inn in town. However, they had barely settled in when an unexpected figure appeared—Hol Hess! He had actually tracked them down here!

"Jostas! And you lot!" Hol Horst, brandishing his "Emperor," his eyes fierce, yet also somewhat disheveled, declared, "This time I'm going to—"

Before he could finish speaking, Granny Enya, disguised as an old woman, slowly turned around, her kind expression instantly replaced by venom: "Hol Hess—you coward who abandoned your companions and fled alone!"

She suddenly pulled a pair of scissors from her sleeve and, with an agility that belied her aged appearance, plunged them viciously into Holmes's wrist!

"Ah!" Hol Hess screamed as his pistol fell to the ground.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Grandma Enya smiled coldly, and her substitute justice—which was like a living fog itself—began to surge.

"Before my 'justice,' the only recourse for betrayal is death!"

A bizarre thing happened! The flesh around the wound on Holmes's wrist, caused by the scissors, began to writhe and expand unnaturally, forming an ever-expanding, hollow "entrance"!

The fog-like "Justice" Stand, like an all-pervasive parasite, burrowed into Hol Hors's body through the wound!

"No—no! Stop!" Hol Hess stared wide-eyed in horror, but he found himself losing control of his body.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Hol Hess was restrained and used his intact hand to pick up the "Emperor" from the ground.

Then—slowly and uncontrollably, he shoved the gun into his mouth!

His eyes were filled with despair and pleading, but the power of "justice" completely dominated him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, blood mixed with brain matter splattered from the back of his head.

Holmes.

The gunman, who had once escaped, ended his life in such an extremely tragic and humiliating way, his body falling limply to the ground.

Grandma Enya, or rather, the manipulator of "justice," watched this scene with satisfaction.

Her cloudy gaze swept over the Joestar group, who were shocked by the scene, and finally settled on Polnareff, who had temporarily separated from the main group while looking for a toilet.

"Next—it's you, silver-haired swordsman."

The thick fog, as if it had a life of its own, began to converge in the direction Polnareff had gone.

Inside the hotel, Wang Bai frowned slightly. He clearly sensed that the thick fog did not contain natural water vapor, but rather a strange energy that was cold, resentful, and capable of manipulating the body and amplifying the weaknesses of the human heart.

Polunarev clutched his stomach and rushed into the hotel lobby, feigning urgency.

They happened to run into Granny Enya, who hadn't yet completely disposed of Hol Hols's body.

"Hey! Old lady! Where's the toilet? I can't hold it in anymore!"

Polnareff shouted loudly, cleverly interrupting Enya's actions and forcing her to temporarily drag Hol Hol's body behind the counter to hide it.

An awkward and tentative conversation ensued. Polunarev tried to elicit information, even displaying his French-style, sometimes slightly rash, "sympathy" for the "lonely old woman" before him.

"You live alone in this godforsaken place? No family around? How pitiful—" Polnareff exclaimed, trying to build rapport.

However, every time he mentioned "family," Grandma Enya's face, hidden beneath a facade of humility, darkened a little more.

She had just lost her Stand user, J. Kyle, whom she regarded as a "child," and the murderer was none other than the chattering silver-haired swordsman in front of her!

"Family—heh—" Enya's voice turned shrill, her pretense crumbling. "My child—was just killed by a hateful, silver-haired bastard who's all talk and no action!"

Polnareff was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood: "J. Kyle? The Hanged Man? He's yours—"

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"That's right!" Enya abruptly ripped off her disguise, her aged face contorted with rage. "He was my child! And you, Polnareff, you killed him!"

She completely tore off the mask, and the thick fog of justice surged violently!

The doors and windows around the main hall were smashed open, and townspeople "zombies" with empty eyes, stiff movements, and bloodless holes in their bodies poured in like puppets under the control of the mist!

"Kill them!" Enya shrieked.

"Damn it!" Polnareff saw that things were going badly, and his silver chariot appeared instantly, cutting down several approaching zombies. But he knew he couldn't get surrounded, so he immediately turned and ran, hiding in a bathroom he had found earlier and locking the door tightly.

"It's no use! Polnareff! You have nowhere to run!" Enya's voice came through the door, full of mockery. "Look at the keyhole, I've prepared a big gift for you!"

Polnareff glanced instinctively at the keyhole—and that one glance sealed his fate!

Outside the keyhole, a controlled zombie was aiming a sharp wire at the hole! The moment Polnareff looked over, the fog of justice amplified his desire to "see," and at the same time manipulated the zombie to thrust the wire out!

"puff!"

The barbed wire pierced Polnareff's tongue with pinpoint accuracy! The intense pain nearly made him faint, and even more terrifyingly, the forces of justice began to control his body through the wound!

"Lick! Lick this filthy floor clean!" Enya commanded viciously.

Polnareff struggled desperately, but his body wouldn't obey him. His tongue was being pulled by barbed wire, forcing his face close to the ground, about to perform an extremely humiliating act—

Just at this critical moment, "Bang!"

The bathroom door was kicked open from the outside with tremendous force! Jotaro's tall figure appeared in the doorway, his eyes under the brim of his hat as cold as a knife.

"Yare yare daze————" Jotaro looked at the scene before him, his tone chilling, "As expected, it was you, you old hag, who was behind this."

Unlike Polnareff, Jotaro never believed the old woman who suddenly appeared.

He deliberately used Polnareff as bait to attract attention, while he secretly observed and waited for Enya to slip up.

"Jotaro Kujo!"

Enya was somewhat surprised to see Jotaro, but she remained confident in her sense of justice.

"It's no use! In my mist, you are all just lambs to the slaughter! Your companions are the best example!"

She manipulated the dense fog, attempting to invade Jotaro's body as well.

However, Jotaro didn't give her a chance at all.

"Platinum Star!"

World-class precision and power are once again on display!

After Star Platinum appeared, it did not attack Enya's main body directly, but did something that surprised everyone - it took a deep breath!

The powerful suction even created a small vortex of airflow! The thick fog that permeated the area around the bathroom, containing the essence of justice, was forcibly sucked into the lungs by Star Platinum like a whale sucking in water!

"Wh-what?!" Enya was stunned. She felt her connection with her Stand being forcibly severed! "You—how dare you?!"