Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Just two days ago, he and Bucciarati were investigating a case when they encountered the Rolling Stone.

The so-called rolling stone is a round substitute stone that is half the size of an adult, with the character "凶" (ominous) automatically carved on it.

This is a fully automated Stand. If a dying person appears near the Rolling Stone's Stand user, the Rolling Stone will automatically track the person, transform from a stone into a statue of that person, and then follow the dying person to grant them a painless death.

The person would die instantly if the rolling stone touched them.

Only those who were not involved in the rolling stone at that time, and were not carved on it, could touch and destroy it in order to save the person being hunted.

However, even if you destroy the Rolling Stones, there will still be shadows, because when you are targeted by the Rolling Stones, it already proves that you were destined to die soon.

Moreover, even the Stand user who possesses this Stand cannot control the rolling stone in the slightest, and it is impossible for humans to know whose statue will appear on the rolling stone.

Two days ago, Mista jumped from the seventh floor with the rolling stone in his arms, which shattered the stone that was carved with Bucciarati.

But now, this resurrected Rolling Stone not only has Bucciarati, but also statues of Abbacchio and Narancia!

Even more so, it is faintly visible, and although it is unknown why it has never been able to take perfect shape, it is incredibly stubborn, trying again and again after repeated failures, to try to emerge as Daigo's statue!

Giorno was taken aback: "What is that?"

“That’s fate…” Bucciarati frowned, quickly explained the characteristics of the Rolling Stone, and then said, “But I don’t think that matters. Rather than letting us die right now, the Rolling Stone’s reappearance at this time is to force us to stop!”

Narancia and Abbacchio roared, "Even if we die, we won't stop!"

"Let me and Mista do it!" Giorno and Mista exchanged a glance and nodded, while Daigo was escorted behind them.

Although Daigo is clearly very special, he is being sculpted, and it's hard to say whether he would die if he were to come, so it's best to keep him away if possible.

"Golden experience, get to work, no more carrying, no more carrying, no more carrying!"

"Go, sexy pistol, fire all bullets!"

It should have been a sure thing that the two stunt doubles attacked Rolling Stone together, but an unexpected incident occurred once again.

"I feel like you guys are really in my way, aren't you?"

"I don't know why, but I just really don't like you guys. Don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourselves for being born in my bad zone, right?"

"People have all sorts of goals in life, but beneath those goals lies the most important thing: peace of mind. Your existence is superfluous to us, making us unable to find peace of mind. Although we only met once, for the sake of our peace of mind, you will all go to hell!"

Swish!

Different Stands appeared, and for some reason, several Stand users who happened to be nearby were assassination squads that the boss considered a thorn in his side.

Captain Risotto's Stand is Metal Manipulation; one of the team's strongest fighters, Gachou, has a Stand that can lower temperatures and freeze objects; the eldest brother, Prosciutto, who is determined to lead his underlings, has a Stand that can cause the widespread decay of all life; and the underling, Bessie, has a Stand called Beach Boy.

Arrogant and relatively vulnerable within the team, Illuso's Stand is "Mirror Man," which allows him and others to freely travel between the real world and the mirror world. The cunning Holma...

Geo, a Stand, has the ability to shrink himself and others into tiny feet.

And then there's Meloni, whose personality is relatively feminine and quite perverse; her Stand is "Babyface," which can create different Stands by extracting other people's blood.

hum!

Rolling Stones seemed to have expanded their operations, starting to carve new statues, but they were not yet complete, so the assassination squad didn't care.

At this moment, the entire assassination squad's attention was focused on Giorno, Bucciarati, and the others, completely ignoring Rolling Stone. Their Stands attacked Sexy Pistol and Gold Experience, protecting Rolling Stone.

Nalanjia was completely bewildered: "My mind is a mess, what's going on?!"

"Are they really willing to send a team of Stand users here just to stop us?" Fugo was even more desperate.

Giorno felt increasingly uneasy: "These people seem vaguely familiar to me, as if I've seen them before... no, as if I'd see them before, but I've clearly never seen them before, nor do I know them."

"But no, logically speaking, my intuition tells me that they should be here at this time? Even if they are, they shouldn't be running into us, right? What's going on?"

The whole street had become a mess, and everyone was completely confused.

And because of the constant unexpected events, the people on the nearby streets finally realized what was going on and all of them took the initiative to flee far away from Bucciarati and his group, who were the pathogens. Now, the only ones left here are them, the assassination squad, and a mysterious fortune teller.

"Fate is beyond our control."

Holding a glass ball and wearing a cloak covering his head, the fortune teller trembled and screamed not far away, clutching his head and roaring with ecstatic joy.

This fortune teller wasn't originally here, but he seemed to have divined something unpredictable, which is why he used a special method to get here in just over twenty minutes.

As soon as he arrived, his glass ball began to shatter, and many chaotic images appeared on the broken glass ball, as if a huge error had occurred in the code of a video game.

The fortune teller was spitting blood, his face was completely pale, and he became extremely pale in a short period of time.

But instead of being afraid, he was filled with ecstasy. His gaze swept quickly across Bucciarati, Giorno, and the assassination squad, finally settling on Daigo Madoka, who was frowning deeply. He didn't want to hit anyone, much less kill anyone, but he felt that things couldn't end well.

The variables are there!

With his keen sixth sense, Daigo turned his head and noticed the fortune teller coughing up blood. He was shocked and asked with concern, "Hey, are you alright? You're coughing up blood, a lot of blood! We need to get to the hospital right away!"

"No, I'm fine, cough cough... I've never felt this good in my entire life."

The fortune teller clutched his chest, staring at Daigo with rapt attention. "I've studied divination for so many years, from the initial fascination, the feeling of mystery and wonder, the ever-changing world, to the numbness and helplessness after mastering it... So-called divination has never been about enabling humans to control their own lives."

"On the contrary, the deeper I delve into it, the more I discover that the whole world is a giant box, and the program inside the box has already been designed. It just runs over and over again. The process may be slightly different, but the result will never change, and it is not allowed to change."

“Something high above has already predetermined the fate of the entire world. We are not our own masters, but slaves to fate. My life as a diviner is also predetermined.”

“But sir, you are different. I can't see anything in you. I can't see your past, I can't see your future, and I can't see your present…”

"If I could, I would love to caress you like a parent would, or to be caressed by you. Ah, perhaps you are not a god, but right now, you are my god. You have given me liberation, sir!"

The fortune teller smiled foolishly.

In this turbulent, accident-ridden street, where Bucciarati's team and Giorno had already begun their battle with the assassination squad, the fortune teller who had stumbled upon this place was happier than ever before, having, as he himself said, found true liberation and bliss.

He kept saying, "May you be happy, sir. May you always be as free as you are now, sir. Do not fall into a trap, do not be bound by spider silk. You are the only one who can control your own destiny, sir!"

His words were ambiguous, as if he were giving a blessing or a warning. His mysterious demeanor confused Daigo and gave him a headache.

However, more than anything else, Daigo understood that the fortune teller's appearance alone was enough to tell that he was showing signs of impending death and would die soon.

Moreover, Giorno and his group were being overwhelmed and had no chance against the assassination squad and the Rolling Stones. In fact, Narancia and Mista, Fugo and Abbacchio had already started drawing blood.

This time, the resistance has been so great that it could completely prevent them from leaving Italy.

And that's probably why the unfamiliar fortune teller died.

What kind of bullshit fate is this?

If this world is destined by a fixed fate, then let us change it!

Daigo's eyes sharpened, and he looked down at what he was holding.

Things.

In his hand, the dim and colorless magic wand was held tightly.

Some things may have reached a point where they absolutely must be done!

Chapter 407 Your opponent is God and fate.

Chaotic streets, a sky so gloomy it seemed a lightning strike was brewing, the earth trembled, and buildings tilted.

A fortune teller coughing up blood, Giorno and Bucciarati fighting on despite their fear, and an assassination squad inexplicably caught up in the chaos.

Then there is fate, which is omnipresent and binds people layer by layer.

There were no inspiring declarations, no shouts announcing the existence of anything; all there was was Daigo's action, just like when he was with the GUTS team, preparing to fight a monster.

Press the light stick, and a faint light suddenly appears.

"Ding dong!"

The giant of light flashing red, standing 53 meters tall and weighing 44000 tons, with an activity time of seven seconds, is the most powerful and all-encompassing being in the ancient times, as majestic as a god, and whose strength is the greatest. He is also all-encompassing and will be admired by all life for his handsome and magnificent appearance.

At this moment, it appeared silently, standing tall on the land of Naples, Italy.

Time seemed to have been paused by a button.

The assassination squad stopped abruptly and looked up.

As the second most powerful member of the Passionate Organization after the enigmatic boss, their assassination squad has carried out countless missions over the years, confronting and facing a wide variety of Stand users, and clashing with different Stand abilities.

Sometimes, one or two of them have even seen strange and extraordinary things different from the Stand system, such as ghosts and monsters. These things are not just legends, but real.

Furthermore, those things most likely contain terrifying abilities and powers that even Stand users cannot defeat and can only try to avoid.

But now, Risotto, the captain of the assassination squad who is the most determined, knowledgeable, and fearless even by the ruthless, elusive, and mysterious boss, is still completely out of sorts, revealing a huge flaw.

This flaw should not have appeared in his mind.

However, this flaw has now undeniably appeared. Even after realizing it, Risotto did not try to fix it. His mind was still struggling to process this scene that defied common sense and was even more illogical than usual, leaving him with his mouth slightly agape.

Now, every cell in his body is like a sapling that has been parched for three years, finally coming into contact with sweet rain for the first time.

There are limits to the number of human substitutes.

A person can only have one Stand, and a Stand essentially has only one ability. Even if it is developed to appear to have three or four different abilities, at the underlying logic, it is still the same Stand ability.

No one's Stand is invincible unless their Stand ability is "omniscient and omnipotent," truly omniscient and omnipotent.

But no human being possesses a mental strength high enough to support the ability to manifest themselves.

The more Stand battles Risotto fought, the clearer it became to understand just how weak and insignificant Stand users really were.

No matter what abilities a Stand user possesses, if a regular pistol bullet is fired from a blind spot and pierces through the head while the user is off guard, the Stand user will die.

That's right. Stand users can indeed rely on their Stands to perform all sorts of amazing feats, achieving things that humans could never accomplish. Moreover, if a Stand's power and speed reach the pinnacle of Stands, it can even knock down a small car.

But that's about it.

The upper limit of a Stand's power is only enough to lift a car or a road roller. This power is even lower than that of modern technology, whose products can be much stronger.

The Stand users' bizarre abilities are only good because they are bizarre; their potential is actually not high.

For example, if a person can turn anything they touch into a bomb, they could never turn the Earth upside down into a bomb, and even at their peak, they couldn't turn a small house into a bomb.

At most, you can only turn one door into a bomb, and that's the limit.

The seemingly powerful mechanisms of the Stands are theoretically capable of surpassing everything, but their numerical values ​​have long defined the range of what they can achieve.

In other words, a body double cannot actually provide complete peace of mind.

No matter what kind of Stand you have, it doesn't prevent you, as a Stand user, from still being killed by a single shot.

Therefore, when Risotto heard about the legendary Egyptian Dio's theory of peace of mind, he had already seen through the reality—no one in this world can truly find peace of mind.