Miss Justice is not motivated

“This is a gothic gown, this is a male prosthetic arm, this is a nun’s robe, this is…”

"Damn it, don't push your luck!" Bai Aina kicked Irs away without hesitation, but the latter still shamelessly climbed back up, her face flushed in a very inexplicable way, looking like a pervert.

"Good sister! Good sister! Please, you must become like Evangeline and kick me! Stomp me under your feet!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Emperor x2

An eerie atmosphere hung over Milan's world-famous football stadium, the Giosbi Measa Stadium. However, it wasn't due to a dispute between fans.

The noise during matches is just part of the daily routine here. It's always a gathering place for fans who spend money and sweat for their idols, as well as vendors who come to capitalize on the business opportunity. In addition, the police will occasionally show up to quell the disturbances.

However, on the day that should have been the home team's decisive battle against their regional rivals—the massive stadium, which boasts a capacity of 80,018 spectators—the stands were completely empty. Not only were there no spectators, but even the players who were supposed to be playing were nowhere to be seen.

The vast football field was deserted. Under the warm sunlight, a terrifying and trembling silence spread across the field.

"What exactly is that guy trying to do?" He Xing, who came as a waiter, looked at the empty football field and couldn't understand why 'Boss' would do this.

“It’s a show of force, a pointless charade.” Having read books on imperial politics and other negotiation techniques, Dio understood why the other side was doing this and explained naturally. “They want to prove to us that they are different from us, that they possess immense power, and that their ability to change the course of this football match is proof of that.”

Is that so...? He Xing was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head respectfully again.

Back then... it was this man who saved me from hell, bringing a faint but incredibly precious ray of light into my otherwise bleak life.

For him, He Xing was willing to give up everything, whether it was his life or his body.

Seemingly sensing that time was about right, Dio looked at the players' entrance across the stadium and said, "Are we going to make them wait any longer? This is hardly proper hospitality. Emperor... Diablo, is that all the magnanimity you have?"

Although it wasn't intentional, Dior's voice was still loud and clear, and could be heard even from the stands.

"Unlike you, I can already stand in the sun." A tall figure appeared on the field not far from Dio and his group. The man, wearing purple trousers, shirtless, and with long pink hair, looked coldly at Dio in the distance.

Just standing there, the man's icy gaze felt like a blade pressed against someone's throat. He Xing's body stiffened; she was certain the intelligence was true—Diavolo, this man… had transcended humanity.

And why doesn't this guy go through the players' gate? Why does he have to appear and disappear like this?

Dio frowned as he looked at the man in front of him, but decided to talk to him briefly anyway.

"Walking under the sun? That's not necessarily true." Dio scoffed at this arrogant statement, casually mocking him. "Have you transcended your past, or are you still bound by that cage called 'Doppio'?"

“If you’re trying to provoke me, then this attempt at provocation is truly unacceptable.” Contrary to Dio’s expectations, Diablo simply raised his head slightly in response. “Just as you have escaped your original fate, I am now able to face everything about myself. If you want to provoke me… this is far from enough.”

“Very good, very good. Absolutely excellent, that’s how it should be.” Dio couldn’t help but applaud Diablo; in his eyes, this was the only way Diablo had any real value. If he didn’t even have this level of magnanimity… then this trip would have been a waste. “I suppose you already know the truth about you, me, and this world.”

"My purpose in coming here is very simple: there's a new group of outsiders now. I hope you can come with me..."

“I will not cooperate with you.” Diablo refused without hesitation before Dio could finish speaking. “You are not a suitable partner, and the SPW Foundation is clearly a more suitable candidate.”

Since the arrival of the first Reincarnators, Diavolo, who relied on the Crimson King to kill several of them and seize their inheritance, has never given up searching for them. During this time, he lay low and used special tools to secretly issue orders to his subordinates, expanding his power. Now... 'Passion' is a highly influential gang organization, and the only gang in Italy.

Diablo also noticed that there were people just like himself on the other side of the sea. Therefore, he never stopped seeking information about that side.

"Cooperate? You must have misunderstood something." A contemptuous smile played on Dio's lips as he pointed a finger at Diablo with utter malice, his tone unmistakably malicious. "A coward like you, who wouldn't even dare use your true form when meeting someone, has no right to cooperate with me. You? You only deserve to submit to my feet!"

Diablo's expression changed instantly upon hearing this, and just as he was about to move his foot slightly backward, his movement was completely frozen in place.

The Wrold!!! A golden mechanical humanoid appeared behind Dio, its right fist raised to the sky, the slowly rotating gears on its wrist suddenly stopping. The next moment, time in the entire world stopped, and Diavolo's action of preparing to throw a punch was completely frozen.

Although he failed to absorb blood from Jotaro Kujo and Joseph Joestar, Dio still possesses a ten-second time freeze. During these ten seconds, he is the only one who can move freely.

That's right, the only one who can control time... is him! Jotaro Kujo is dead!

Absolute confidence and fighting spirit surged from the depths of Dio's heart, and without hesitation, he swung his hand heavily at Diavolo before him. Despite its enormous size, the strike created a wound as thin as paper, and the gushing blood from Diavolo's neck propelled his head into the air before it crashed to the ground.

The skin was a bit tough, but that was all. Dio coldly looked at the corpse on the ground and disdainfully withdrew his Stand.

The Diablo before him was identical to the real Diablo in voice, demeanor, and appearance, but... he reeked of poison and drugs. It was for this reason that Dio realized this man was an imposter.

While in North America, Dior had some contact with drug dealers. Their line of work has very strict rules and self-discipline, namely, they would never touch their own products.

How could Diablo, the leader of Italy's largest mafia organization, "Passion," be someone who couldn't restrain himself?

However… Dio looked at Hessin beside him and ordered, “Go and thoroughly investigate the base of the Passion Organization’s branch. If Diablo refuses to come out to see me, I will wipe them all out.”

“If one division is not enough, then I will eliminate two, until Diablocan himself comes out to see me in person.”

I don't know why the layout is messed up...

Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Battle Across Eras

A bloodbath swept across Italy overnight, uprooting dozens of strongholds belonging to the 'Passion' organization. This stunned the entire government, as no one had expected anyone to challenge Italy's largest gang.

To consolidate the entire Italian underworld, communication with the government was essential. Diablo's shrewdness is well-known; he quickly reached an agreement with government officials and successfully obtained everything he wanted.

Given the circumstances, how could the government, which had received considerable benefits from the 'Passion' organization, possibly stand idly by and watch this happen? They mobilized all available intelligence sources, but still couldn't find the suspicious man who launched the attack on the 'Passion' organization.

Gunshots and explosions suddenly rang out on the peaceful street. Mafia members in suits screamed and fled for their lives, jumping into a black luxury car and speeding away. But the next moment, a man in a yellow shirt appeared in front of the car, stomping on the hood to force it to stop. Dozens of fist marks appeared on the car body, and all the Mafia members inside were instantly killed.

"Hmph, how many is this?" He stretched his neck; this kind of combat was incredibly easy for Dio. Most modern firearms couldn't harm his modified vampire body at all, and even if they could... a ten-second pause would be enough to perfectly resolve everything.

Using time stop is no easy feat; it's akin to performing weight training under anaerobic conditions. Even so, for Dior today, using time stop dozens of times wouldn't be difficult.

"Lord Dio, this is the 42nd stronghold." In just three hours, Dio had already eliminated 42 strongholds belonging to the 'Passion' organization. He Xing was used to this and wasn't surprised.

"Let's move on to the next one." Besides himself and Heshin, Dio didn't bring any other Stand users on this trip. It had been some time since his modifications, and he hoped to test his current limits through appropriate combat.

"Understood, Lord Dio." He summoned his Stand, a humanoid figure named Unova Dream. The Stand, dressed in a black woolen shirt and with golden curly hair, placed its hands on Dio and its own body.

The scene then shifts, and the two find themselves on the staircase of a residence. Below them lies a group of panicked mafia members, their weapons offering them no sense of security. Seeing this, Dio leaps into the air and plunges back into the fray.

Standing not far away was another He Xing, but this He Xing had disguised himself and was difficult to recognize.

He Xing, accompanied by his double, nodded to the disguised He Xing, who understood and went downstairs to open a car door with a master key.

The Stand ability of Unova Dream allows the user to split into two entities, although these splits are extremely fragile and unusable in combat. However, its unique ability allows the user to instantly teleport to the vicinity of the splits with minimal energy expenditure.

As Dio's personal attendant, Hessin's job was quite simple: to provide Dio with convenient long-distance teleportation, as long as the distance between the main body and the clone did not exceed ten kilometers.

However, the split entity cannot travel more than fifty kilometers away from the main body, which is a great pity for Dio. If it could be like that... it would be a much more convenient strategic teleportation for him.

Meanwhile, Diavolo, who was behind the scenes manipulating the 'Passion' organization, was now ashen-faced. He had no choice but to get up and leave the hidden room to meet Dio.

Bringing the organization into the open certainly demonstrates his strength, but it also exposes his weaknesses. Diavolo would never relinquish this right. If the other party were an outsider, it wouldn't matter... but Dio, like himself, is a native of this world. As long as Dio lives, Diavolo, having already incurred Dio's wrath, doesn't want a peaceful life.

Knowing Dio's character very well, Diavolo knew that as long as he did not choose to submit, such outrageous behavior would probably not end.

He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed!

An unprecedented killing intent filled Diavolo's heart, and at that moment, he made his decision. Given the chance, Diavolo would seek an opportunity to kill Dio.

Legend has it that gods sense the presence of their names when invoked, and now… a faint sense of unease stirred within Dio, and at that moment, he couldn't help but laugh. He knew he had successfully enraged Diablo, and now… the other was determined to kill him.

Very good, excellent. Dio understood perfectly well that only by trampling Diablo's pride and arrogance underfoot would Diablo submit to him.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Dio was well aware that Diavolo was very similar to him. It's just... nowhere near as good as him.

After eliminating fifty strongholds, He Xing and Dio sat comfortably in a coffee shop, as if nothing had happened, enjoying their meal. It was hard to believe that these two calm-looking people were the same people who had caused such a stir in the city.

"The sponge matcha cake here... is surprisingly good." Dior's table manners were impeccable, almost flawless, as he elegantly cut the dessert on his plate with his knife and fork. Coupled with his tall, imposing figure and captivatingly handsome face, he drew enthusiastic glances from many women in the restaurant.

"If Lord Dior likes it, I can learn." While virtually impeccable in housework, He Xing's cooking skills are also impeccable. From her initial Chinese cuisine to the Western dishes she later learned to cater to Dior's tastes, her skills are truly admirable.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Dio nodded approvingly. Although Hessin wasn't particularly combat-capable, his domestic and diplomatic skills were quite outstanding. Without him, the power he had cultivated in Mexico probably wouldn't have risen so easily.

Seemingly sensing something, Dio crossed his arms, tapped his right index finger lightly on his elbow, and looked at He Xing, saying, "Xing, you should leave first. A battle is about to break out, just wait outside to welcome me."

"May you have good fortune in your martial arts." After bowing, He Xing activated his Stand ability, instantly teleporting to the Stand closest to the coffee shop.

"Dio Brando!!!" A furious roar approached from afar, reaching him in an instant. The humanoid figure with curved horns on its head let out a sharp roar, its eyes flashing with a scarlet blood light, like two incomparably dazzling gems.

"Only in this respect... can it be called beautiful."

Transcending eras and surpassing the impossible, a showdown that everyone could only imagine has come to pass here.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Big Pineapple

In 1984, during the unfolding of the third part of *JoJo's Bizarre Adventure*, "Stardust Crusaders," Diavolo, not yet the boss, unearthed six special "arrows" while excavating ruins, thus awakening his Stand ability. He sold five of these arrows to Granny Enya, causing Dio to awaken his Stand and triggering the "Stardust Crusaders" storyline. He then used the money to establish and expand his own gang, extending his influence throughout Italy…

In addition to targeting Joestar and his group from the original story, the Reincarnators who entered this storyline also set their sights on many characters who already possessed Stands at this point in time, including Diavolo, who had already awakened the Crimson King.

Taking advantage of their familiarity with the plot and their ability to outmaneuver the unsuspecting, they successfully captured Diablo.

Driven by self-interest, the Reincarnators did not choose to kill Diavolo outright. Since the Crimson King was far more valuable than a three-star card, they opted to modify and brainwash him instead.

Based primarily on the androids from Fullmetal Alchemist, and supplemented by the demon bloodline that manipulates fire and lightning, a demon named 'Diavolo' was created.

But just like the usual plot in tokusatsu anime, Diavolo, who was transformed into an alien, successfully broke free from the brainwashing and instead killed all the reincarnators.

Diablo is often extremely irritable simply because of his bloodline, but compared to the power he gains... it's nothing!

With his exceptional bloodline talent, Diablo's powerful punches, imbued with scorching flames, melted the glass into molten liquid even before reaching their target. Diablo was determined to use his astonishing strength to turn Dio Brando, who was trying to trample him underfoot, into a helpless pile of minced meat!

Whether it was due to a twisted sense of humor or destiny, Diablo's template modification was based on the character 'Diavolo' from Diablo. His body was completely transformed from human to demon, and the power he possessed goes without saying.

"Noisy." Hearing Diablo's earth-shattering roar, Dio frowned slightly. Faced with a punch powerful enough to reduce a heavy tank to scrap metal, he didn't even consider getting up to take it. He slightly raised his right foot, and then... stomped his foot on the ground!

"Esmeda-style Blood Freeze Path - Absolute Zero Barrier!" Layers upon layers of ice bloomed beneath Dio's feet, resembling blossoming flower petals. The ice shield formed by these layers of ice possessed extraordinary hardness; even Diablo in his current state could not pierce it with a single punch.

A hissing sound rang out as the scorching flames finally succumbed to the erosion of the ice. With the power of his punch exhausted, Dio spun around, unleashing countless ice spikes that hurtled towards Diavolo. Like a barrage of spear-wielding soldiers charging forward, the ice spikes, surging from all directions, not only targeted Diavolo's surroundings but also restricted his movements.

"Police! Police! Help!"

"No! Please!"

The civilians inside screamed and tried to escape, completely unprepared for this situation. They roared hysterically and desperately tried to flee. But Dio's attack turned them all into ice sculptures, sealing them within the ice.

"Crimson King!" A deformed crimson Stand appeared behind Diavolo, and its subsequent activation allowed him to 'see' the next ten seconds of the future.

First came the strangling ice spikes of the Absolute Zero Barrier, followed by the Ice Prison Freezing Gun activated by Instant Kick. The tricky angle was impossible to avoid, forcing Diablo to unleash Flame Stomp to counter it. Then came a ten-second time stop!

After understanding the situation, Diablo lightly tapped the ground with his claw-like fingers, and countless runes covered the ice surface under the cover of the ice.

Countless ice spikes blocked any possibility of entry, exit, or evasion, followed by a massive ice cone, like a battering ram, piercing Diablo's body. Dio, though slightly surprised by this, didn't hesitate to activate Time Stop.

The World! A burst of black and white light engulfed the entire world in an instant. Although the vibrant colors returned, Diablo remained motionless, impaled by the ice spike. Dio coldly watched as the demon he believed he had killed was slain, and then, wielding the world, cleaved him into pieces with his hand blade.

As if still not thorough enough, Dio froze most of Diavolo's body into an ice pop and then stopped after absorbing some of his blood.

"The smell of sulfur... is nauseating." After tasting the demon's blood, he scoffed at the unpleasant flavor. Although not as weak as Diablo, Dio didn't believe the body before him was a clone.

No, there must be something I've overlooked. This guy clearly has a Stand that can foresee the future, how could he just die like this? The more Dio thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, but Diavolo in front of him was definitely dead...

After pacing around a few times, still unable to find anything amiss, Dio crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and began to think. The ten-second time freeze had ended, and time resumed its flow.