Johnson Joffrey watched Diavolo's receding figure in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate.
But did he recognize me?
I'm just a small character, so he probably didn't recognize me, otherwise it would be bad.
Now, Diavolo doesn't know where I'm going, much less about the arrow. While no one knows, and everyone is happy, I can just stab the arrow in, and everything will be fine, right?
But this time, I coincidentally ran into Diavolo. If I were to confront him head-on this time, I wouldn't Stand a chance.
To deal with him, I first need to know when he erases time. He's already seen through the 'blood timing' method. I only have one chance to kill him; next time, he'll see through it by covering his eyes.
My new ability from Reversed Hierophant·ACT2 could be a one-hit kill, but only if he doesn't use Epitaph and doesn't cover his eyes with blood.
How could that be possible? He already suffered a loss against Risotto last time; he's not an idiot.
No one can really explain fate.
This is the guidance of fate, Diavolo thought. In this deserted city, what are you still wandering for? What are you looking for?
Diavolo got into an abandoned car. In just ten seconds, he began to transform, completely becoming Diavolo, not Torbio.
A strong person with two souls will never die.
This was a prophecy given by others: if Johnson Joffrey didn't exist in this world, then as long as he had two souls, Diavolo would never die.
He stepped on the accelerator and glanced at the tracker on his phone.
"Indeed, this direction," Diavolo muttered to himself, "that means he's going to the harbor. What is he doing there? In this situation?"
No matter where you're going, let me end the last member of the Assassination Team.
Johnson Joffrey's goal has always been to obtain the arrow, at least to complete the achievement of 'Best Villain' in the villain system regarding strength.
Others who transmigrate want to be godfathers, want to kill Diavolo, want to become winners in life, but I just want to go home.
Polnareff, please, you must lend me the arrow.
Johnson drove the car incredibly fast. He picked a good car, and the entire Olbia was empty. Even if he ran a red light, no one would stop him.
Getting closer and closer, Johnson's car speed was so fast that the scenery outside the windows was already distorted.
I accidentally encountered Diavolo just now, and he might have already caught up, so what I need to seize now is time.
Johnson glanced at the time; it was already two in the afternoon. Olbia Airport was closed, so Jotaro wouldn't be coming for now.
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The wild sands of Egypt and the sea breeze of Olbia are completely different.
The wind was a bit too strong. The moment it blew into his eyes, Polnareff couldn't help but squint. The moment he squinted, he seemed to feel a familiar sensation.
Polnareff's life seemed to have always been lived for others. He embarked on a journey to avenge his sister, and after returning, he lived to defeat Diavolo.
Such a life is simply too tiring.
As a remnant of God, Polnareff was always very lucky. He always managed to survive each time. His strength wasn't the strongest, but he always survived.
Polnareff is a fortunate and unfortunate person.
Johnson Joffrey understood a truth when he awakened his Stand: surviving isn't necessarily a lucky thing.
Because the suffering in the world is beyond your imagination, but you still don't give up in the face of this suffering. This is different from the fear of death stemming from the unknown. You are not afraid of death; you even know that living is more painful than dying, but you still have to live.
Because I, Polnareff, do not live for myself alone.
I still have a mission, I still have the hope of saving this country.
That dog who only wanted an ordinary dog's life, that guy who liked to spit fire and say no one should die to save a companion.
Anyway, they are all a bunch of scoundrels who don't keep their word.
You all died to save me; you really are a coward, Polnareff. Your luck is what's etched on life's pillar of shame.
Saving and saving, and in the end, you left me to live alone, carrying the lives of a bunch of people.
If I ever see Aladdin's lamp again, I'd still wish for you all to come back.
If I can survive, I still want to pass on this hope; I didn't let you die in vain.
If I don't continue the lives of you guys who don't keep your word, for me... it's just too troublesome.
He still remembered at the airport when they parted, Jotaro, that show-off scoundrel, said, "A character like you won't be forgotten, you clown."
Ah, the me now is no longer a clown, Jotaro.
Are you still the same, always looking unapproachable, and being fierce to girls and children? Is the old man still as unreliable as before?
I used to be a guy who was great at posing, but now I'm in a wheelchair.
I used to be a clown, but now I can't even smile.
This isn't an ending for a hero, a hero who fortunately survived to save the world, but was tragically severely wounded by Diavolo. Even with his body shattered, he still lived on with hope, yet he lost too much. Finally, dragging his broken life, he handed the arrow in his hand to the next hope.
"My life... is just too tragic, isn't it..."
Polnareff said softly, then looked from the observation tower at the dividing line between the azure sky and the deep blue sea.
"Even though it's such a tragic life, I still survived. I didn't let your sacrifices be in vain."
"I really am a lucky guy."
Does fate always make me survive? Is that your strange habit? Is it your twisted sense of humor?
I don't know if I'm resisting fate, but I've always used the strength of my old friends to crush the hardships that stand before me.
This observation tower isn't too high. Polnareff is at the very top, with a round canopy overhead. The railings are already a bit rusty and don't look very sturdy.
Polnareff knew that one of Diavolo's subordinates was preventing the Assassination Team from coming here, and the entire city was affected.
He nervously tapped his wheelchair, then hid his body in the darkness.
Staring intently at the stairs, Risotto, please hurry.
Even if Risotto arrived, he would have to test him thoroughly. He didn't know what kind of person Risotto truly was; in fact, he didn't trust anyone. The arrow was too dangerous to be easily given to others.
Polnareff's mechanical body glinted in the sunlight, the single lens covering his unseen right eye.
Suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps echoed.
They're here!
Silver Chariot suddenly appeared, a faint light flashing in the shadows, then it crouched down, its ear pressed to the floor.
A person, a young man.
He breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't Diavolo.
Polnareff walked to the stairwell and looked down—
A blond-haired, red-eyed young man stood at the bottom of the stairs, panting.