"I never would have thought that my true enemy is indeed you. Everything is just as Heaven's Whisper said. I had some doubts before, but now I completely understand."
"Heaven's Whisper says I will gain eternal life—"
"That eternal life comes from you, Polnareff! The arrow in your hand! If I'm not mistaken, that arrow can upgrade a Stand, right? Johnson Joffrey, you knew from the beginning."
"You used Risotto, you used the Assassination Team and Bucciarati's Team, and this was your goal."
"I guess you've read the contents of Heaven's Whisper, at least the part about you."
Johnson: "???" How many schemes do I even have? And what the hell is Heaven's Whisper?
"However, fate is on my side." Diavolo smiled and said, "All this time, I've treated the past as a trial. Humans strive by constantly overcoming their cowardly pasts, and each victory brings a new beginning!"
"Polnareff! It is you! You will grant me eternal life!"
"How ridiculous!" Diavolo continued, engrossed in his own words: "I cut off your limbs and threw you off a cliff; you must have been in great pain. To survive in such circumstances, clutching this arrow, treating it as your only hope—"
"You saw yourself as the guardian of this arrow, but you never expected!"
"The one who is truly meant to obtain this arrow is me—"
"It is I, Diavolo!!!"
With that, he couldn't suppress his inner delight and slowly walked upward—
"Get down here! Diavolo! I'm on top, you're on the bottom!"
Diavolo sneered, seemingly completely unconcerned.
Polnareff looked at Johnson Joffrey, who was standing to the side. I almost, I almost believed this guy.
Sure enough, this guy is definitely not a good person.
"Johnson Joffrey?!" Polnareff shouted loudly, "Who exactly are you?!"
Johnson looked at Diavolo, then at Polnareff. He roughly measured his position relative to Diavolo; it was about three or four meters.
The situation is a bit chaotic right now. Let me sort it out, Johnson Joffrey pressed his hand to his forehead, telling himself to calm down. Running into Diavolo without having obtained the arrow still made him a bit uneasy.
He quickly thought about the current situation at zero point zero zero something speed.
I came to find Polnareff. Diavolo overheard everything downstairs, but we only said the arrow could defeat Diavolo, not its true function. It was the same in the original story, but now Diavolo keeps saying that the arrow can grant him eternal life?
What is eternal life? In the original story, you did 'live forever,' but in reality, you died.
It's one thing for you to suspect I'm the mastermind, piling on all these accusations, I'll accept it, I'm used to it, but what the hell is this eternal life? And what is Heaven's Whisper? Is it a Stand User?
I must explain it clearly to Polnareff.
"Polnareff! You have to believe me!" Johnson said anxiously, extending his hands and beckoning him, "I'm Risotto's nephew! You need to see clearly who deserves to possess the arrow!"
"I am DIO's son!"
Johnson originally thought he was being very anxious, but because he inherently resembled DIO, his innate villainous charm seemed to give him a debuff.
"You're DIO's son?" Polnareff gave a wry smile, "It's precisely because you're DIO's son that I won't give you the arrow!"
"..."
"Since it's come to this," Diavolo looked up slightly and said, "I'll be merciful and tell you, Polnareff, Risotto is dead, killed by my own hand."
Tsk, I fell for it. The Assassination Team has already been wiped out. The person who contacted me was Johnson Joffrey, not the Assassination Team.
Neither of these two can be trusted!
Diavolo said confidently, "Even if I tear the past to shreds, they will still crawl out from the floor, from between the cracks in the stones, like earthworms."
"Diavolo, you..."
"Shut up! I'm talking about my business!" Diavolo said in a hoarse voice, his severed arm still throbbing with pain. "Years ago, I threw you into the sea. I'm too lazy to care how you managed to survive."
"Now I want the arrow in your hand, so I can achieve true eternal life!"
"Dream on, Diavolo!" Polnareff said nervously, operating his wheelchair to retreat continuously.
"Clang, clang––"
Polnareff's wheelchair hit the metal railing behind him, emitting a harsh sound. Then he turned his head and saw the deep blue sea, with white waves constantly crashing against the walls of the lookout tower––
This feeling of powerlessness was just like the despair of being crushed and thrown into the sea by Diavolo years ago––
Is there really... no hope left...? He reached out his hand and bit his fingertip, drawing blood.
"The methods weaklings think of are all the same, aren't they?" Diavolo said with a slight sneer, raising an eyebrow.
Johnson Joffrey took a deep breath and spoke again, "Polnareff, that move is useless now!"
Polnareff heard Johnson Joffrey's words and looked out at the endless sea––
Johnson Joffrey carefully observed Diavolo. Besides his reaction speed, he couldn't think of any other way to deal with Diavolo. At the moment he blinded me with blood, the intense pain in the eyes would cause a slight delay in reaction. He needed to deliver a fatal blow to Diavolo before the pain nerves started to ache.
"King Crim..."
"Diavolo..." Polnareff seemed to have realized something, raising the arrow high––
"You won't get it. Never."
In an instant! A silver light suddenly appeared, swirling around Polnareff like a current. His Stand, Silver Chariot, which had been with him since childhood, lifted his wheelchair high––
"It's no use, Polnareff! You're already within my range!"
"King Crimson!"
The red Stand appeared behind him, soaring into the air like a drumbeat. The world once again decomposed before Diavolo's eyes––
Everything would continue to change according to its original trajectory during this period.
Polnareff, in mid-air, forcefully threw the arrow into the sea––
Damn it!
King Crimson retracted its hand that was poised to strike Polnareff. Instead, it quickly jumped onto the railing, extending its hand beneath the falling arrow––
After time deletion, the arrow will successfully fall into my hand––
I'm finally... going to defeat my past.