Rolling Stone's Prophecy

Deep within the towering forest, a lavish palace sat nestled. Inside, a god-like figure rested on a throne, chin in hand, dozing.

An unnatural breeze brushed his face, causing Kars to frown as if troubled by a nightmare.

A moment later, Kars opened his eyes, astonishment still lingering in their depths.

He, the Ultimate Lifeform, had actually had a dream.

A nonsensical dream of world destruction.

Kars felt uneasy. He glanced at the subordinate attending him, ordering them to find a fortune teller.

The subordinate hurried away, rushing out of the palace like the wind, and soon returned with a Stand user.

This Stand user knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to look up at Kars's face.

"I heard your Stand can predict fate?"

Kars lazily regarded the Stand user, his voice filled with pressure.

The Stand user shivered, swallowed, and quickly replied, "Yes, my lord. I am Spirico, and my Stand is Rolling Stone. It can predict the fate of those about to die."

"Try it."

Kars eased his oppressive aura, picked up a vase, and caressed it as he gave Spirico his command.

"Yes, yes."

Spirico got up, concentrated, and successfully summoned his Stand.

A stone, its surface covered in uneven pits, appeared. With subtle adjustments, Rolling Stone's form gradually changed.

"This is..."

Kars's pupils slowly widened, his hands stopped moving, and a bad premonition began to form in his heart.

Spirico stepped forward to examine it closely, then stumbled back several steps and sat on the ground, feeling as if his head was about to explode.

Rolling Stone was gradually carving out landmasses of various sizes, a vividly depicted ocean, and... Kars's face.

"The world I love."

BANG!!!

The throne beneath the seat cracked into pieces. Kars instantly appeared before Rolling Stone, his eyes burning with immense rage.

He hadn't lost his temper in many years, but at this moment, he felt anger gradually consuming his reason.

In the plaza of the City of Night, Joestar was bound to a cross, his body covered in wounds, as a large crowd of vampires gathered, shouting with excitement.

"Put on the Stone Mask!"

A vampire shouted loudly. The executioner took the Stone Mask from its box and quickly placed it on Joestar's face.

He then cut Joestar's arm and smeared his blood onto the Stone Mask.

"Damn vampires!"

Joestar gritted his teeth but couldn't prevent the Stone Mask from transforming him. As the spikes pierced him, Joestar's appearance underwent a drastic change.

The Ripple power within his body surged erratically, creating a violent conflict with his vampire body, and steam began to rise from Joestar.

Finally, Joestar was forced to stop using the Ripple breathing technique, thus avoiding certain death.

Vampire Joestar was born.

"There's one hour left until sunrise, Joestar. You will die in the sunlight as a vampire."

A man in a sharp suit walked forward, a gentle smile on his face.

"Roman Hewitt, seeing your face always makes me sick."

Joestar glared hatefully at Hewitt, his teeth grinding.

"Regarding our previous battle, I apologize here. We are of the same race, but our ideals and paths differ."

The man bowed slightly, exuding gentlemanly grace. He smiled apologetically and turned, disappearing into the crowd.

Suddenly, Hewitt stopped. He gazed in a certain direction within the crowd, a smile curving his lips.

"Two? No, three. The trajectories of limited lives are always so eye-catching. I am familiar with one of their auras; they are on their last legs."

Hewitt took a folding cane from his sleeve and flicked it lightly. A pale aura appeared around his exquisite suit.

"Children, free snacks have arrived. Haven't you noticed?"

Hewitt raised his cane, channeling Ripple through it, and casually pointed it at the chest of a vampire blocking his path. The vampire screamed and turned to ash.

His action silenced the bustling plaza. The vampires followed his gaze, but no one paid attention to the dead vampire.

"This is troublesome. Why is this guy here?"

Dio frowned, turned to Dawn and Darby, and said, "This guy is Hewitt. His Stand is very special; it can steal lifespan. It seems he's discovered us."

Darby heard him, his figure flickered, and he quickly blended into the crowd of vampires, disappearing without a trace.

"Hell's difficulty right from the start. I don't have Ripple, and with so many vampires, I'm in a tough spot."

Dawn sighed and decided to stop pretending. He tore off his bothersome disguise and stood proudly in the square.

"Human?!"

"So fragrant!"

The vampires boiled like water in a pot. Fresh human blood was their favorite delicacy, something they cherished dearly.

Dawn calmly lit a cigarette. Dio, standing beside him, had already begun a massacre, clearing the area with Ripple like mowing down grass.

"The World!"

Dio roared, unleashing his Stand's time-stopping ability. He took two quick steps, not wasting a moment, stomped on the floor, and picked up a large chunk of rubble, crushing Hewitt's skull with a single blow.

Time stopped.

Hewitt was sent flying back like a tattered rag, his limbs twitching violently in mid-air before he crashed to the ground, playing dead.

Dio blew imaginary dust off his hands, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"No sleeping here, not even for gentlemen."

Dawn glanced at Dio in surprise. The guy had stolen his line.

Still, Hewitt, who fell asleep at the drop of a hat, was far too overconfident, daring to provoke Dio despite knowing his strength.

Hewitt didn't disappoint Dawn. His shattered skull quickly healed, and he stood up, offering an elegant bow.

"Thank you, Lord Dio. That punch just now cost me three years of my lifespan. In the past, I would have had to scheme for ages to steal that much~"

Hewitt tapped his cane on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the vampires, and he smiled brilliantly.

"However, for the sake of these cheap perpetual motion machines, I'll play along."

Hewitt clapped his hands, and an hourglass with arms and legs materialized in mid-air. This Stand's limbs were short and stout, and its body was incredibly muscular.

Three golden grains of sand, representing three years of lifespan, slowly fell from the center of the hourglass.

Dio glanced at the upper half of the hourglass Stand, its surface filled with golden sand, and his expression darkened.

"Truly troublesome. Immortal vampires and lifespan-stealing thieves, together they're as disgusting as a frog's piss."

A large number of vampires surrounded the two. Dio didn't look back, asking, "Dawn, can you handle it?"

Dawn exhaled a cloud of smoke and raised his hand, beckoning to the sky.

The patrolling Cloud Dragon exhaled a large amount of mist, its massive body twisting and pressing down like a mountain.

"It's too hot here. My stomach prefers it cool."