Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

"Maybe." Although she still believed in Cecilia deep down, Miss Jeanne was a little panicked when she heard the gunshot. What if something really happened?

Such doubts did not linger in Miss Jeanne's mind for long.

The side door opened again, and Cecilia came in.

"Jeanne, nothing happened." She answered simply, but the wound on her hand slightly betrayed the danger she had just faced.

"You heard it too, Professor, you failed." Hearing Cecilia's words, Miss Jeanne said this, her face once again filled with confidence.

"No, I haven't failed. I just need to wait a while." With that, Moriarty prepared to get up and leave.

"Perhaps, but I don't think you've noticed that your assets are shrinking significantly." At this point, Miss Jeanne finally brought it up.

"However, you're right, this game is over."

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The next chapter will introduce the inextricable bond passed down through generations of the JoJo family.

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A Carnival of Ripples and Blood: Chapter Eighteen - I'm Not Human Anymore!!! Jeanne!!!

Upon hearing these words, Moriarty finally realized what was happening and reached into his jacket pocket to touch the small notebook that contained all his assets.

“No, I check this book every day, there shouldn’t be any problems.” Moriarty said as he touched the book, but his tone was slightly less uncertain than before.

“Who says what you see is necessarily true?” With that, Miss Jeanne snapped her fingers, instantly changing the view in the eyes of the three of them.

It's no longer the snow-covered Switzerland, but a meadow full of spring.

"Jeanne, what is this?" Cecilia seemed equally confused about the matter.

"Oh, do you remember when I told you that there was still a trace of magic left in the things I gave you?" Miss Jeanne said, and Cecilia suddenly remembered that Miss Jeanne did indeed mention that.

"I used that little bit of magic to try and develop a little bit of magic, and this illusion is one of the results." Hearing what Miss Jeanne said, Moriarty finally realized what he had lost to.

"It seems I had already lost halfway back then." Hearing what Miss Jeanne said, Moriarty finally realized when exactly the book in his hand had been switched.

“Yes, just like the Chinese military strategy says, all wars are over before they even begin.” Miss Jeanne looked at the middle-aged man standing there.

“Miss Jeanne, I should thank you for making me understand something.” Moriarty looked at the girl sitting there, a hint of confidence on her face.

Looking at Cecilia standing at the door to prevent him from escaping, Moriarty felt a sense of defeat for the first time in his life.

Yes, Moriarty has now lost everything and has no chance of turning things around. This should be the last time Moriarty and Jeanne clash.

But who knows if there's any chance of turning things around?

"Please speak." Looking at Moriarty standing there, Miss Jeanne seemed to sense the sadness emanating from him.

"No matter how long I spend on meticulous planning, in the end, some unknown factor will still rush in and disrupt all my plans. And that factor is you, Jeanne and Cecilia."

"I think I should be a little happy?" Miss Jeanne tilted her head to one side and asked, puzzled.

“Yes, I think you should be happy. I’ve lost everything, but…” Moriarty paused slightly here, not saying the rest of his sentence.

“But we don’t have any evidence yet. Without evidence, we can’t arrest you, right?” Cecilia, who was standing in front of the door, continued speaking for Moriarty, who had been silent for a long time.

“But you don’t have time to do it again, do you? This plan took you twenty years. How many twenty-year periods do you have in your life?” Miss Jeanne said, her tone full of regret for this king of criminals.

After all, it's a pity that the last crime committed by the most notorious criminal in history ultimately came to nothing.

"Yes, I lost. I spent so much time planning and still lost in the end," Moriarty said, as if lamenting his youth and career.

“But my loss does not mean that you have won, Jeanne Joestar and Cecilia Shaniat.”

As he spoke, Moriarty turned slightly from the edge of the balcony back to where he had been storing his belongings, and reached inside to rummage around.

It was as if they were about to take something out.

“I know that in 1914, the war you were hoping for would break out, and even without you, it would have started that day.” Miss Jeanne, sitting in her chair, picked up the chess piece known as the Queen from the chessboard and played with it.

“Indeed, my guess wasn’t wrong. You must be from the future, Jeanne Joestar and Cecilia Shaniat.” Hearing what Miss Jeanne said, Moriarty finally confirmed what he had been suspecting all along.

"..." Upon hearing this speculation, both Miss Jeanne and Cecilia fell silent, as if they had acknowledged Moriarty's statement.

"Never mind, your identities and backgrounds are not important." Moriarty glanced at Miss Jeanne and Cecilia, who did not respond, and did not intend to delve too deeply into the matter. After all, there would be time to study those things later, and there was no need to worry about a little while now.

"So, Professor, what are your plans next?" Miss Jeanne asked Moriarty, as if asking an old man what he should do after retirement.

"I don't know about the future, but I feel like I have something to do right now," Moriarty said, his back to the two people. But his hands, which had been rummaging through the clutter, had stopped, as if he had found what he was looking for.

"However, I must say that in my struggle with you, I have seen my own limits, and also the limits of humanity."

"And now, my only chance to turn things around is not nonexistent, but the sacrifice will be a bit too great."

"So, what exactly are you trying to say, Professor Moriarty?" Looking at the now hopeless king of the criminal underworld, Miss Jeanne was slightly more relaxed than before the game of chess, but she was still wary of Moriarty. After all, if that person were to make a move now, she would be caught completely off guard and unable to withstand it.

"Human beings have limits, so why not just surpass them?"

"I'm not human anymore, Jeanne!!!" Moriarty said, turning around with a mask in his hand that was made of the same material as the one in Joestar's house, but with a different shape.

That's the Stone Mask, the Stone Mask that can turn humans into vampires. And now it's nighttime, and we're in the mountains, so the Ripple Breathing technique's effectiveness will be slightly reduced.

In other words, if Moriarty were to use that mask here, Jeanne and Cecilia would likely be in an extremely passive situation.

Moreover, there are other people here besides these three. If Moriarty were to wear the mask, it could cause serious problems, such as all the peace ambassadors from these countries turning into ghouls.

The two men attacked as soon as Moriarty exposed the Stone Mask in his hand to them.

But it was still just a little bit short; it was just a tiny bit short of stopping Moriarty from wearing the Stone Mask.

Ultimately, the situation escalated to its worst possible outcome.

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He finally shouted it out! That felt so good. The Joestar family's inextricable connection with vampires (laughs).

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Ripple and Blood Frenzy: Chapter Nineteen - What is the Limit of a Human with a Space Herrscher Core?

Just like the beam of light that had represented a few days earlier, Cecilia and Jeanne experienced the power of the Stone Mask for the first time.

boom!!!

Compared to the gunshots that had just occurred, this sound was like cannon fire, but the cannonballs had indeed just gone to find Miss Jeanne's Cecilia.

"Cecilia?!?!" Simsa, who had just been watching his younger brother, saw Cecilia fly out from there and immediately got up and ran to Cecilia's side.

"Don't come any closer, run! Make everyone run!" But when Simsa reached Cecilia's side, all he heard in the end was this instruction.

Just then, the smoke and dust caused by the previous explosions finally dissipated.

In the smoke, Moriarty used his index finger and thumb to press down on Jeanne's carotid artery deep into her neck.

'Oh no, this is troublesome. I didn't expect the Stone Mask to provide such a significant boost to physical abilities.'

“Jeanne Joestar, you are indeed very capable, completely ruining my plan, but what will you do in this situation?” Moriarty said, gripping Jeanne’s carotid artery.

Yes, just as Moriarty said, the whole situation was reversed in seconds.

'I can use magic, but because my magic power is too low, I haven't been able to develop any offensive magic that I can use, and magic of the same illusionary nature is no longer effective.'

'Her throat is being pressed, she can't breathe, she can't use Ripple, and Cecilia, several meters away, is also unable to move. Does this mean it's a dead end?' Feeling the two fingers pressing on her carotid artery, Miss Na was at a loss. This was the worst possible outcome.

"But I won't let you die like this. I'll turn you into a ghoul and make you obey me!" Moriarty said, as if all the national leaders here were unimportant to him. But they probably really weren't important, since they weren't of much use to him anyway.

Meanwhile, on Cecilia's side, everyone except the guards had escaped, while the guards were pointing guns at the guy who was pinching Miss Jeanne's artery with two fingers.

"Simsa coughed and directed the crowd to evacuate. Only I can handle this guy now." He tried to prop himself up, but instead coughed up blood before finally standing up.

Although Cecilia's physical abilities are also good, they are far from reaching the level of Miss Jeanne and Jonathan.

"Ha~~~" He let out a long breath, temporarily ignoring his physical condition, adjusting his breathing, and calming the ripples that filled his body.

'Jeanne is completely helpless in Moriarty's hands, but she won't last much longer.' Cecilia, standing up, looked at the two people there and sensed that there was no way to break through the barrier.

However, just as time was ticking away and the deadline was fast approaching, Cecilia saw Miss Jeanne's hand droop down.

He seemed dead, but Cecilia sensed something was amiss just as she was about to make a move.

A ripple traveled through the air, an unusually faint ripple, but Cecilia had no idea what it was trying to convey.

However, Cecilia understood that the person whose life was threatened by Moriarty still wanted to convey some message to her, and she had to understand Miss Jeanne's plan.

Similarly, Miss Jeanne also hoped that this information would reach Cecilia, since her current Ripple was indeed quite weak, and it was still unknown whether such a Ripple could convey the battle plan that Miss Jeanne had just come up with to Cecilia.

“Although you are destined to become a ghoul, before that happens, please quench my thirst first,” Moriarty said, as blood flowed through his fingers.

An unprecedented crisis, the greatest crisis yet. Once blood loss exceeds a certain amount, breathing and the body will be affected. In that situation, it is unlikely that Cecilia's Ripple alone can defeat Moriarty. In other words, if Jeanne continues to lose blood like this, the final result will only be defeat and death.

Fortunately, Moriarty's blood-sucking speed wasn't as terrifying as one might expect, probably because he didn't reach any major arteries.

Similarly, Cecilia finally understood Miss Jeanne's intention. After all, it would be impossible to understand how to use Ripple to transmit magic power and then form a battle plan directly on someone's retina. However, there were actually many typos, probably because it was the first time using Ripple to transmit magic power.

Even so, Cecilia still understood Miss Jeanne's battle plan.

At this moment, no one noticed that Cecilia's situation also provided her with a convenient opportunity to draw the weapon from the waist of the guard standing to the side.

It wasn't a firearm, but a military knife, an exceptionally sharp military knife.

"Miss, what are you doing?!" the soldier asked, but what he saw was not what he expected.

Cecilia raised her sword high, intending to swing it down like a Japanese samurai practicing swordsmanship.

He cleared his mind, his eyes fixed on Moriarty's hand gripping Jeanne's neck.