Life-Taking Train

In the bustling train station, a young man in a black trench coat and hood stood still, his eyes scanning the crowd from behind sunglasses.

The faint rumble of thunder in his chest was deliberately suppressed, so only those who consciously focused on him would be crushed by the overwhelming pressure.

Dawn took a sip of his cold drink, feeling the icy sensation slide into his stomach, and quickly spotted his target.

After parting ways with Polnareff, he had come to this station according to the original plot, once again waiting for the protagonist group.

But he had been waiting for most of the day. If Bo-bo hadn't been so adamant, he would have thought he'd come to the wrong station.

As for Bo-bo, he was hiding in the shadows, providing Dawn with intel and support. Since he had trouble moving around, it was better not to get involved unless it was a critical moment.

In the distance, a group of people walked over while chatting. The little plane Narancia and Purple Haze Fugo were messing around, clearly the little plane's worryingly low IQ had once again angered Fugo.

As the group drew closer, Dawn adjusted his sunglasses, turned around, and went to the convenience store to buy a plastic bag full of bottled water, all of them frozen solid into blocks of ice.

Just as he boarded the train, the team's leader, Bucciarati, suddenly felt a strange sensation and turned to look at Dawn's back.

"What's wrong, Bucciarati?"

Giorno Giovanna, with his golden hair, asked, following Bucciarati's gaze, but only saw a bustling crowd.

"Nothing. I'm probably just being too sensitive."

Bucciarati shook his head, and the group quickly boarded the train.

Dawn, carrying the frozen bottled water, waited a moment before preparing to board as well.

"Hold on, sir. Let me see your ticket."

A burly conductor blocked Dawn, sizing up the tightly wrapped figure. "Especially that opaque bag of yours. It wouldn't be hiding any dangerous weapons, would it?"

Dawn looked down. To avoid arousing suspicion from Prosciutto, who had the ability to age people, he was using a paper bag.

If he didn't catch up to the train, it would soon depart.

Dawn was about to pull out his ticket when the conductor suddenly grabbed his wrist, stopping him. The conductor's other hand subtly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes full of amusement and threat.

"Hey, kid~ You don't want your stuff to get tossed around, do you? If it accidentally spills all over the ground, it'll take a long time to pick up. Then you'd miss the train~"

"Oh? Come a little closer. My eyes aren't great, and I can't quite understand what you're saying."

Dawn gently freed himself from the grip, lowering his sunglasses slightly, his pitch-black pupils fixed on the ugly face before him.

[Stand: Beyond Imagination · Emperor Engine] Activate!

BOOM!!!

The Emperor Engine sounded only once. The burly conductor froze on the spot, his pupils trembling violently, cold sweat dripping from his temples. It was as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell.

At the same time, the waiting hall fell silent. Everyone instinctively held their breath. The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one knew what had happened. They only felt a surging wave of pressure that came and went quickly. As the pressure faded, the illusion that they were about to die in the next second also vanished.

Dawn stepped around the conductor, who had lost control of his bladder and bowels, covering his nose and mouth in disgust as he quickly entered the train that was about to depart.

The conductor remained standing like a statue. It wasn't that he was tough; it was that every muscle in his body was frozen stiff with fear, completely unresponsive.

Dawn didn't deliberately look for Bucciarati and the others. He just found an empty seat, sat down, and took a sip of his cold drink.

Choo-choo-choo~

The train started, spewing out clouds of white smoke. This thrilling, death-defying journey was about to begin.