The Double-Faced Emperor Favored by Fate

High above, the enormous Cloud Dragon twisted its body, hundreds of meters long, slowly flying towards Sardinia.

Dawn stood on its head, his feet treading on ice-crystal-like scales, making him appear as tiny as an ant.

Dawn saw a scarlet monster roaring and snarling within the Cloud Dragon's body through its scales.

Notorious B.I.G. endlessly chased the high-speed ice-crystal turbulence, seemingly never tiring.

Dawn looked at the approaching Sardinia, his heart burning with passion.

It would be best to eliminate Diavolo right here. If that happens, the trip to Rome won't occur, and fate will be changed.

"This is not the past. I have the power to flip the table. All I need is for the Cloud Dragon to swallow Diavolo, and Notorious B.I.G. will take care of him."

Buzzzzzz--

Aerosmith flew around in the distance, wanting to get closer but afraid, only able to circle like a headless fly.

A chilling sound came from within the Cloud Dragon.

However, Notorious B.I.G. soon gave up on Aerosmith and continued its endless pursuit within the Cloud Dragon, unwilling to come out.

"Bucciarati, Aerosmith is reporting a giant white snake is heading our way!"

Narancia shouted, instinctively taking a step back. In his carelessness, he tripped on loose stones and fell to the ground with a yelp.

The stones cut his palm, and blood flowed out, but Narancia didn't seem to notice, only urging everyone to leave quickly.

Facing such a colossal being, his childlike heart instinctively felt a bit timid.

Even if he was prepared to die, he still felt fear when facing something beyond his comprehension.

Abbacchio, standing nearby, walked forward with a solemn expression, extended a hand to pull Narancia up, and said, "Narancia, if Fugo were here, he'd correct you. That's a dragon."

"Bucciarati, should we... find a place to hide first? It's getting closer to us."

Abbacchio looked at Bucciarati.

Bucciarati nodded. Facing such a shocking sight, he was surprisingly calm.

No, he was still very shocked inside, but his body seemed dead, showing no reaction.

Giorno narrowed his eyes. With his good eyesight, he seemed to see the figure of a man.

"Wait a moment, something's not right."

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked again.

As the Cloud Dragon got closer, everyone froze, instinctively rubbing their eyes.

Looking again, the man's figure gradually became clearer.

This time, everyone saw it.

"It's... Mr. Dawn?!"

Mista's mouth hung open. He looked at his small pistol, then at the giant dragon in the sky, his jaw nearly dislocating.

This was too exaggerated!

What on earth had happened in the sky?

He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't attacked Dawn back then, or his corpse would probably be rotting by now.

"But... Mr. Dawn is surprisingly reassuring~"

Seeing that they were getting closer to the ground, Dawn leaped directly, landing steadily.

He looked back at the Cloud Dragon and commanded, "Return to the heavens. Don't reveal yourself."

The Cloud Dragon tilted its head and flew into the clouds. Its mist-like body made it difficult to detect, only occasionally revealing a scale or two as it moved.

Its sheer size was terrifying. If it appeared directly, it would startle Diavolo and lead to unforeseen events.

"Everyone, proceed according to the original plan."

Dawn held a cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, and lit it. As he exhaled smoke, a confident expression appeared on his face.

What about being a Double Emperor? Go tell Notorious B.I.G. in the stomach!

Sardinia, street.

Honk!!!

The truck let out an urgent honk. A red-haired youth reacted quickly, scooping up a little girl who was about to be hit with one hand and leaping to safety.

Foul-smelling mud splashed onto Tobio, forming a peculiar hand-like pattern.

"Be careful next time~"

Tobio squeezed the little girl's pale, frightened face and stood up, preparing to leave.

"Young man, please wait a moment."

A voice echoed from the alleyway. A strangely dressed fortune teller waved to Tobio, beckoning him over.

"What is it? I'm busy."

Tobio glanced at the fortune teller, confirming they weren't a Stand user, and immediately lost interest.

"You are a wanderer returning home. Sardinia, the homeland where you grew up."

The fortune teller's gaze was sharp as they looked at Tobio and spoke again, "Come here. I'm very interested in you and don't mind giving you a free reading."

Tobio heard this but didn't approach. Instead, he turned to leave, replying as he walked, "I'm not interested in fortune telling. Anyone proficient in psychology can guess these things; it's not an amazing skill."

"Is that so?"

The fortune teller chuckled and continued, "You have secrets. Light and shadow, surface and interior. My divination tells me you have a dual personality, even using it to hide your identity."

Tobio froze. A flash of crimson suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his voice became a little rougher.

"Oh? That sounds interesting. In that case, please give me a reading."

Tobio walked into the alley entrance, his eyebrows lowered, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes.

The fortune teller pointed at the stains on Tobio's clothes and said, "Patterns formed by chance often hold deep meaning. These are the marks of fate. Listen carefully to what I say next."

Tobio didn't reply, merely listening as the fortune teller recounted the details of the reading.

Diavolo, however, grew increasingly alarmed as he listened.

Good grief, if you keep talking, you'll even reveal what underwear I wore yesterday.

So, Diavolo directly took over. Tobio's slender body swelled with powerful muscles, and his entire demeanor and appearance underwent a very significant and drastic change.

Whoosh!

Tobio, no, now Diavolo, didn't even use his Stand. He grabbed the fortune teller by the neck with just one hand.

"Uh~ What are you doing?!"

The fortune teller struggled desperately, staring in shock at the man before him.

"Your greatest success was possessing this god-like divination ability and profiting from it."

"Your greatest failure was encountering me. Anyone who knows my true nature, no matter how insignificant, I will eliminate."

Diavolo produced a photograph, his eyes glowing red as he stared at the fortune teller.

The photo was a frontal shot of Risotto, the captain of the Assassination Squad.

"Where is this person now?"

"I don't know, but you will meet soon!"

"Very well."

Diavolo nodded and produced another photograph. This time, it showed a man leaning against a wall, smoking, with only his handsome profile visible.

"I'll ask you again, is this person dead?

"This person, this person doesn't exist in fate! He's not dead. Rather, you..."

The fortune teller spoke intermittently, foam beginning to gather at his lips.

Diavolo's pupils contracted, his tone tinged with nervousness, "Nani?!"

Saying this, he released the fortune teller, allowing him to finish speaking.

"Hoo... hoo~ Rather, you will die by his hand. And not just once."

"What do you mean, 'not just once'!"

Diavolo roared, once again gripping the fortune teller's throat. His hands exerted too much force, and the fortune teller's neck made cracking sounds of bone breaking.

"I, I can't see clearly... Different times, different places, different worlds, it's too chaotic! Too messy! I can't distinguish!"

The fortune teller's head lolled to the side. As if suffering a backlash, he bled from all seven orifices and completely lost his life.