Crossover Anime: The King of Time? Actually, He's a Slacker!

The lively atmosphere of the Winter Festival has ended, but JoJo's Bizarre Adventure continues. Although there was a small accident at sea, they still managed to arrive in Singapore safely.

After settling into a hotel, the expected attack by the Stand user did not occur. The air was quiet and peaceful, and everything went smoothly, which made people uneasy, like the calm before a storm.

Night finally fell.

Jotaro Kujo went downstairs to buy beer with some change in his pocket. The evening breeze, carrying a cool scent, brushed past his ears. When he reached the middle of the deserted street, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Under the dim light of the streetlights, a tall, blond figure stood quietly in the middle of the road, his red cloak billowing behind him without wind, looking incredibly imposing.

"Nice to meet you, Jotaro."

An overwhelming sense of evil washed over him, and Jotaro felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Just by looking at his stance, one could tell that the guy in front of him was terrifyingly strong.

"So that's it, it's you..." Jotaro guessed the other person's identity.

"Dio!"

That's really surprising. To be honest, isn't this guy in Egypt?

Why are you here at this time, so early?!

"You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" Dio said, one hand on his hip, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Because of my nemesis Jonathan Joestar, I, Dio, will pay the highest respect to your Joestar family."

"I will bury you with my own hands!"

"Yare yare." Jotaro's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand to adjust his hat.

"That saves us the trouble of looking for you."

"Heh heh, tonight is your death night." Dio strode toward Jotaro, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original position and did not move an inch.

"What's wrong, Dio?" Jotaro stared at it.

"Aren't you afraid to come near me?"

Dior's smile widened, and he took another step.

Time stood still without warning.

Star Platinum instantly appeared behind Jotaro, its fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, aimed straight at Dio's face. But before the fist arrived, a burly golden figure appeared out of thin air in front of Dio, taking the punch head-on and simultaneously throwing a powerful counter-punch.

Careless.

Blood splattered from Jotaro's cheek, hovered in the still air for half a second, and then slid down his jawline as time passed.

Dior's stand-in, "The World," has finally revealed his true form.

Jotaro's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his breathing and raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains from his face.

"I see, so it's a Stand of the same type as mine."

"Same?" Dio scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

"The power of the 'world' is beyond your imagination. With just a little seriousness, you'll be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at my mercy."

Nonsense is pointless. Jotaro's eyes sharpened, and he flicked his finger forward.

"Café-style chili sauce!"

A familiar sense of stillness spread, and everything around him froze for a moment. But the next second, Jotaro's expression suddenly changed.

Dio stood still in the frozen moment, watching him calmly and unaffected.

"Let me show you." Dio spread his arms wide, his voice carrying a morbid arrogance.

"Zawarudo!!"

The second wave of time-stopping force crashed down like a tidal wave.

Jotaro felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, his muscles were completely out of control, and he couldn't even lift his fingertips. His time stop had been forcibly overturned.

"This is the difference between you and me." Dio looked down at him, who was unable to move, his smile full of arrogance and confidence.

"Even within moments of time stillness, there are degrees of strength."

"The World" stepped in front of Jotaro, raising his fist high, the taut lines of his muscles particularly striking under the golden light.

"Nisuchi, Jotaro!"

At the critical moment, Jotaro's index finger twitched very slightly.

Dior's smile vanished instantly.

Almost instinctively, its caution made it immediately stop, retreating ten meters away to create a safe distance.

It stared at Jotaro, its gaze turning colder:

"Can you still move, Jotaro?"

Before he could finish speaking, Dio's eyes suddenly narrowed, and two streams of high-pressure liquid shot out, heading straight for Jotaro's head.

Jotaro gritted his teeth, using all his strength to break free from the slightest restraint, his neck snapping to the side. The Hollow Eyes flashed past his ear with a narrow escape, striking the wall behind him and blasting two deep craters.

The instant time resumed its flow, Jotaro turned and ran without hesitation.

Watching the young man's retreating figure, Dio's lips curled into a playful smile, and he followed at a leisurely pace.

"A wise move, Jotaro, but...Miki-sama!"

"You're struggling like a mouse cornered by a cat, desperately trying to please me, Dior!"

Seeing Dio relentlessly pursuing him, Jotaro's expression turned serious, his mind racing.

Why was my time stop suppressed? Is there really such a big difference in the basic performance of Stands?

No, it's not possible...

He thought of Lin Shiye. That guy could also ignore his time stop, but when the other party activated his ability, his movements wouldn't be completely locked down.

How did Dior manage to do that? What exactly did it do?!

"Are you still going to run?" Dio's voice grew closer, his malice undisguised.

"Your companions probably won't last much longer. My men may have already beheaded them."

"Gar..." Jotaro frowned.

We can't delay any longer, what if something really happens to our friends...

He reached into his pocket, his fingertips already touching the cold watch face.

But at that moment, time stopped once again.

This time the power was stronger than before, and the heavy, stagnant feeling almost froze his consciousness. Jotaro's thoughts became sluggish, and he could only watch helplessly as Dio strolled up to him and casually took the watch face from his pocket.

"Is this your trump card?" Dio looked at it over and over, then chuckled and tossed it aside.

"boring."

The fist of "The World" gathered its power once more, aiming at Jotaro's chest.

"This time, you're completely immobilized, aren't you, Jotaro!"

Just as the fist slammed down with the force of a whirlwind, a purple vine suddenly burst through the air, tightly wrapping around Jotaro's waist and pulling him backward!

The heavy punch grazed Jotaro's clothes and slammed into the ground, instantly cracking the asphalt pavement with spiderweb-like patterns.

A black sedan sped past, and Joseph leaned out of the window, maneuvering the "Purple Hermit" to pull his large grandson over.

Jotaro used the momentum to roll into the car, the door slammed shut with a "bang," and the car floored the accelerator, speeding away a great distance in an instant.

"Are you alright, Jotaro?!" Joseph turned around and asked urgently, while the others in the car also looked worried.

"You've been a great help, old man." Jotaro breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, doubts welled up in his mind.

The time stop hadn't ended yet, so why were the people in the car able to move freely?

He vaguely grasped something crucial, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he suppressed his thoughts and asked:

"You weren't attacked?"

He scanned the crowd and could see that they had all been in a fight, but there wasn't a single decent scratch, let alone serious injury.

Are Dior's men really that incompetent?

"We encountered him, but thanks to this gentleman's help," Kakyoin explained, glancing towards the driver's seat.

Jotaro then noticed that the driver was a strange middle-aged man. The man was dressed in a clean and crisp black suit, and there was a faint fragrance about him. He looked sacred and solemn.

"This is the executioner from the Holy Church's burial agency," Kakyoin said, lowering his voice.

"He came for Dior too."

(Note: Due to changes in the timeline, the Burial Agency here is not the same organization as the original, which had only seven official members plus one candidate. It has been expanded into a special operations organization, but its overall strength is still different from that of the Burial Agency in the original.)