"Two-Faced Emperor" Dawn

"So, you're saying my current body is Diavolo?"

Bucciarati clenched his fist and said something astonishing, "If I kill myself now, will Diavolo die as well?"

Narancia immediately sat up upon hearing this, "No, Bucciarati, don't do anything rash about something uncertain."

Dawn, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, patting Bucciarati's shoulder.

"Bucciarati, there's no need for that. The priority is to find Silver Chariot Requiem and retrieve the Insect Arrow."

Bucciarati nodded, not saying much.

However, his heart was prepared to die at any moment.

Bucciarati wouldn't hesitate for a second to trade his dying body for a full-powered Diavolo.

This was not only Bucciarati's resolve towards death but also a secure method to protect his team members.

No one knew whose body Diavolo was currently inhabiting, or when he would emerge.

The three walked side-by-side, with Cloud Dragon escorting Dawn.

Before long, Dawn spotted Silver Chariot Requiem, advancing with peculiar steps.

Silver Chariot Requiem was no ordinary Stand; the Insect Arrow had granted it unimaginable power.

Based on its performance in the original work, Silver Chariot Requiem was virtually invincible until the light cluster on the back of its head was shattered.

"But... if I accidentally get scratched by the Insect Arrow while trying to snatch it, how will fate react?"

Dawn thought to himself, but outwardly, he remained composed, running towards Silver Chariot Requiem with Bucciarati.

If all else failed, given his relationship with Giorno, borrowing the Insect Arrow afterward wouldn't be impossible.

"Sticky Fingers!"

Bucciarati grunted, cutting off Silver Chariot Requiem's arm with a punch.

The Insect Arrow fell to the ground. Seeing this, Dawn didn't act rashly but stopped to wait for the next development.

"Got it."

Bucciarati rejoiced inwardly and bent down to pick up the Insect Arrow.

Silver Chariot Requiem, with one arm severed, turned its head and quietly activated its ability to control Stands.

Sticky Fingers went berserk, its arm extending and tightly gripping Bucciarati's throat.

"What?!"

Giorno and the others, who were rushing over not far away, were utterly shocked to witness this scene.

"Sticky Fingers is attacking Bucciarati."

Giorno's soul was residing within Narancia. His originally "wise" eyes cleared, filled with intelligence.

"This is an ability even I didn't know about. Silver Chariot Requiem... can control other people's Stands!"

The turtle in Giorno's hand spoke.

Polnareff had not truly died; due to Silver Chariot Requiem, his soul had replaced the turtle's body.

Seeing Sticky Fingers raise its fist, about to deliver a fatal blow to its user, Dawn immediately ordered Cloud Dragon to intervene.

Roar!!!

Cloud Dragon spat out ice crystals, which, along with Notorious B.I.G., slammed into Silver Chariot Requiem's chest, sending it flying back.

A strong wind blew, scattering the Insect Arrow on the ground, temporarily moving it away from Bucciarati.

Sticky Fingers returned to normal, releasing the fist that was about to fall, and slowly vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, Notorious B.I.G. clung tightly to Silver Chariot Requiem, attempting to devour it.

A flicker of thought crossed Dawn's eyes. Facing this situation, how would Silver Chariot Requiem respond?

As it turned out, no matter how strong a regular Stand was, it was no match for Requiem.

Silver Chariot Requiem didn't even move. It picked up the Insect Arrow, reattached its severed arm, and left without looking back.

Notorious B.I.G.'s absorption speed was not even as fast as its recovery speed.

Seeing this, Dawn sighed.

He called Cloud Dragon back to retrieve Notorious B.I.G.; if it continued to devour, it would soon be too much for Cloud Dragon to contain.

Dawn intended to pursue further, but Bucciarati stopped him.

Glancing at the departing Silver Chariot Requiem, Bucciarati turned to Dawn and said, "My body has stood up. The soul inside is likely the enemy."

"Then take him down."

Dawn summoned Cloud Dragon, preparing to act.

"Mr. Dawn, please wait a moment. What if it's a civilian?"

Trish hesitated for a moment before deciding to remind him.

Giorno hid behind a pillar, observing the enemy's movements in secret. "Don't worry, Trish," he said, "If any innocents get hurt, I can help heal them."

Upon hearing this, Trish stopped trying to dissuade him and simply watched the situation unfold.

"Go."

Dawn gave the order, and Cloud Dragon roared out, unleashing an icy breath attack.

Notorious Big flew towards Tobio, piercing his chest and beginning to devour his flesh.

Tobio lay on the ground, his breathing growing weaker.

At this moment, how he wished the Boss would call him like usual, telling him what to do next.

"It really seems to be an enemy."

Narancia summoned Aerosmith. Due to the soul swap, his Stand had been enhanced, giving him a wider range of detection.

"No abnormalities nearby. It's safe."

Narancia recalled Aerosmith and turned to the others, a wide smile on his face. "Another enemy dealt with. Once I get the Insect Arrow, I'm going back to school. I want to eat pizza from home again, with lots of porcini mushrooms sprinkled on top...

If I meet Fugo, it'd be pretty nice even if he calls me stupid for being slow. It's just a shame... Huh? A shame for what? I feel like I've forgotten something."

Narancia scratched his head, unaware that Dawn was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Narancia..."

Dawn opened his mouth to speak when suddenly, the sound of space shattering rang out. King Crimson activated its time erasure.

Diavolo, who had been lurking in the shadows for a long time, finally launched a surprise attack while everyone's attention was diverted.

"Dawn, your spirit is far too strong. Without activating time erasure, I couldn't even control your movements freely."

Diavolo muttered to himself. He and Dawn were trapped together in Giorno's body, and it turned out Dawn had taken the lead.

Taking advantage of the time erasure, Diavolo was enveloped in crimson flames. He raised one hand and plunged it fiercely into his own heart.

"Epitaph told me Giorno would heal this body. I, Emperor Diavolo, will live on in your place."

"Fate has chosen me."

Diavolo spat out blood, crushing his heart with one palm. An exaggerated smile spread across his lips, filled with the confidence of a victor.

"Let time resume its flow."

Diavolo whispered, his body falling backward powerlessly.

In an instant, Dawn regained control.

Diavolo's soul was once again squeezed into a corner. Dawn gritted his teeth and recited word by word.

"Stand - Beyond Imagination - Scales of Resolve"

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