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"Your... hand injury hasn't healed yet," Kurokawa Kazuya said directly, without pulling the sword tip out of his left arm.

"What?" Dio looked at his hand and his pupils contracted slightly.

No cure?

“I…I understand!” Spitwagen said, as if he had figured something out. “That guy’s healing ability has its limits! And it’s reached its limit now! He’s been shot so many times that his healing ability has reached its limit. That guy can be killed!”

"You—talk too much!!!" DIO roared as he charged at Spitwagen, "Use your blood to heal my wounds—!!!"

"That's enough, DIO—!" JoJo's voice, which had been silent and whose location was unknown until now, suddenly rang out.

"JOJO—?" DIO looked in the direction of the voice—and his expression changed the next moment!

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Joestar

flame--

Before anyone knew it, Jonathan had run upstairs, lit the heavy curtains on fire, and hurled them at DIO, completely enveloping him in them!

“Wryyyyyyyyyyy————”

When Dio came to his senses, the curtains had already fallen over him, covering him completely, and flames were burning on his body.

"Damn JOJO—!"

Flames burned on his body; his regeneration had already reached its limit.

He has only absorbed the blood of one person so far, and that is already the limit for healing his own injuries. After all, Kurokawa and Miko have emptied their guns, and the other police officers have also fired several more bullets.

His current regeneration pressure is much greater than before.

It needs to absorb more blood to recover!

DIO jolted, violently yanking open the curtains and his burning clothes before he could say anything.

Half of the longsword flew from Kurokawa Kazuya's hand—piercing through his body.

"Muda muda muda muda—!" DIO roared, "Attacks like that don't even scratch me—Regeneration? That's good enough!"

"Wh...what? It's coming at me??" Spitwagen's face turned pale as he struggled to sit up.

"Farewell! Give me your life—!" DIO said menacingly, his tone revealing excitement.

"Spiritwagen!!" JOJO roared, but it was too late.

He was on the second floor, and even if he jumped down, he couldn't catch up to DIO at all. He could only watch as DIO plunged his arm into Spitwagen's chest.

*Pfft*

"How...how is it possible?"

Bo bo bo bo——

"This...this is...my blood, my life...is disappearing? Being absorbed by DIO bit by bit, by this monster! I'm...I'm going to die, I'm going to die—" Even in this situation, Spitwagen didn't forget his profession as a commentator, stretching out his gradually withering hand towards JOJO and saying, "JOJO...run! This kind of monster is not something you can handle—"

boom--

Just then, a bullet hit DIO's arm, causing him to put Spitwagen down!

“Dio…” Standing upstairs, Sir George Joestar, holding a cane in one hand and a pistol with a smoking muzzle in the other, watched the man whose wounds were healing and who had become a monster, his eyes twitching and a tear falling from his eye.

“I’ve already given you a chance—haha… Dad, no… Joestar, I’ve already given you a chance to escape, but now you’ve come back, wasted it, you’ve wasted this last chance.”

“Dad—” JOJO ran to Spitwagen’s side and looked at her father with a flicker in her eyes: “Dad, why did you get down?”

"JOJO... I'm sorry, it's all my fault... Run away, JOJO, take your friends with you!"

"Dad, what do you want—?"

"What are you plotting, Ser Joestar...? But it doesn't matter. Originally, my only goal was your inheritance, but now it's different! I have power! Hahaha... such perfect power, immortality! Eternal life! Haha... Hahahaha, with such power, I'm no longer satisfied with just inheriting your legacy... I want the whole world!!!"

“So, I will bury you here. Dio... my son, this is my final mistake.”

"Wh-what? What is this?" Dio's expression changed, and the ground was trembling?

Joestar family —

They are British nobles with a long history.

Naturally... even if Joestar is a gentleman, he still has ways to deal with external enemies.

The ground collapsed.

"What—? This is..."

Kurokawa Kazuya's expression changed.

This was something even he, the person who created the JOJO manga in this world, didn't know: the floor collapsed downwards from the area near Dio!

The Joestar family even has something like this—

"JOJO—run!"

"Dad, what about you?"

Seeing that the floor was about to collapse in front of her, JOJO quickly asked.

“It’s alright…” Sir Joestar smiled. “This… after all, was the Joestar family’s ancestral mansion. Since it was destroyed because of me, then… I have no reason to leave like this.”

"dad--"

"Run, JOJO... And Mr. Jerry, I'm counting on you for JOJO."

"Ah, I understand." Kurokawa Kazuya said, his eyes flickering slightly...

Is DIO really dead now?

With that thought in mind, he had just run into the mansion when he heard a roar from inside.

"Damn Joestar—!!!"

DIO roared and actually ran up!

Using the constantly falling floor as a springboard, he accomplished something no human could possibly do, leaping upwards continuously: "But you're still a little short of killing me, DIO! I, DIO, am immortal!"

"No...it's over, Dior...it's all over—"

boom--

A raging fire broke out.

The collapse began from the top, burying Sir Joestar and Dio together in the Joestar ancestral mansion.

"No...impossible—this, impossible, I, DIO...I, DIO...shouldn't be like this—!"

"This is fine too... No matter what, you're still my son, Dio." Ser Joestar looked at the man who had destroyed almost everything in his life, his eyes still filled with the same boundless tenderness. "If I had been harsher on you before, like I was with JoJo, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way... I'm sorry. This is fine too... JoJo... I'm sorry, you have to live, JoJo."

"Damn Joestar—!!"

Dio roared as he was engulfed in the sea of ​​fire. He had just jumped ashore, only to be swallowed up by the flames once more.

"dad----!!!"

Jonathan Joestar cried out in anguish.

But—the story doesn't end there, because...even Joestar's sacrifice of his life couldn't kill Dio!

That vampire—

Still alive!

"Huff, huff—" Slightly panting, looking at the flames in front of him, Kurokawa Kazumi breathed a sigh of relief... Finally, he was alive again.

In that case, I guess I've been involved... Next, I just need to wait for Zeppeli to arrive and then learn Ripple.

"Waaah—"

"JOJO—Watch out!" Suddenly, Kurokawa Kazuya's expression changed.

Spitwagen has transformed into a zombie! That is, a henchman of the vampire, and lunged at Joestar!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Ripple Breathing Technique

Jonathan Joestar...

death.

Spitwagen...

death.

Kurokawa Kazumi's lips twitched slightly. He hadn't expected things to develop this way... He had wanted to save as many people as possible... For example, Sir Joestar. He really liked people like him—gentlemen, kind, and compassionate.

It wouldn't be bad to help or save such a good person.

Even in a dream...

After all, this dream is different from the last one.

The last one... well, it was kind of a game, right? I wasn't very familiar with anyone, even though I had observed them carefully... but it was still pretty much the same situation.

But it's different here.

Each person fully displayed their personality and demonstrated their characteristics as human beings...

If we continue to treat these people like NPCs, using and killing them...

Although it's not that he can't do it, he still needs to do it less often, because if he does it too much... he's afraid he won't be able to distinguish between dreams and reality.

It would be bad if people were treated like NPCs in real life as well.

Moreover... most importantly, this is just the beginning. I've only been here a few times. After this, as I see them die and come back to life again and again, I probably won't care too much anymore.

But... unexpectedly, after Spitwagen was drained of blood, it seems that DIO also injected his own blood into him, and while Jonathan and Kurokawa were lost in their emotions and distracted, he completed the transformation into a corpse-human.

It bit Jonathan's neck.

Although he was eventually killed.

But... Jonathan himself knew that in his current state, it wouldn't be surprising if he turned into a zombie at any time. Besides, he had lost his father, lost his home... and DIO was dead in his eyes. He also didn't know about the girlfriend who had always been devoted to him.