Dawn, You Are a Born Villain

Hewitt channeled Ripple and lunged forward, aiming a palm strike at Dawn's chest.

"My Stand has earned Kars's praise! You think you can kill me?"

The palm strike was powerful and heavy, the air itself crackling. The gusting wind made Dawn's hair fly wildly, sealing off all escape routes.

"You still don't understand anything. Diavolo was right, fate favors the two-faced emperor."

Dawn drew Anubis God and, with hands moving uncontrollably, slashed out, severing Hewitt's wrist in an instant.

King Crimson caught Anubis God and charged forward, decapitating Hewitt once more. His mangled body thrashed on the ground.

"You all understand nothing..."

Hewitt struggled to get up, leaning against the wall, his eyes red and tears streaming down.

"Fierce resistance will only be counterproductive. Only by quietly accepting fate can humanity earn a sliver of hope for survival.

Talking about fate favoring you is just a lie to comfort yourself. Fate chose Kars, otherwise Kars wouldn't have become the Ultimate Lifeform, and I wouldn't have chosen this path."

Hewitt stood up again, recounting his hardships over the years.

"Is freedom really that important? What's the difference between being farmed and being wild?

As long as humanity can continue, even if life and death are not our own, we won't be drowned in the torrent of history and betray the tens of thousands of years of evolution our ancestors spent.

Hewitt strode forward, pale white flames rising from his body once more.

He stopped speaking, his gaze lowered, his body half-hidden in darkness, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

"Expressway."

Hewitt uttered his Stand's name, then looked up, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Insolent fellow, you're already in a state of decay."

Dawn frowned slightly, sensing a disturbance behind him. He turned and swung his sword, but found nothing.

The ruins beneath his feet broke open, and the Hourglass Stand lunged out, clinging tightly to Dawn's waist.

"This is the real attack! Idiot!"

"Expressway!"

Hewitt shouted maniacally, raising both hands and fully activating his Stand's ability.

"Dawn, quickly attack the Stand with your sword!"

Diavolo yelled in panic.

Hewitt charged forward, cutting his wrist again to unleash Ripple, his target aimed directly at Dawn's throat.

"Too slow, too slow! Die!!!"

Diavolo gritted his teeth and activated Epitaph again, only to see Dawn unharmed, showing no signs of aging.

"What?!"

Diavolo was greatly shocked. After a moment's thought, he decided to ignore the Stand on Dawn, as Epitaph's predictions had never been wrong.

"King Crimson!"

Time Erasure activated.

Diavolo dodged the attack to the side, tore off his shirt to wrap his fist, and once Time Erasure ended, he threw a punch.

BOOM!!!

Hewitt was sent flying, crashing into the unfinished building, falling into a death-like state again, unable to get up for a while.

Dawn raised Anubis God high and slashed down at the center of the Hourglass Stand.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

Hewitt screamed, scrambling out of the ruins in a sorry state. Seeing Dawn unharmed, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Why?! How is this possible?! Why wasn't your lifespan stolen!!!"

Dawn replied while slashing.

"That's your Stand, how would I know? Why don't you ask it?"

Hewitt endured the pain, urgently recalling the Hourglass Stand. Seeing the dense knife marks on it, his heart felt like it was bleeding.

"Expressway, why isn't your ability working?"

Expressway was clearly a Stand with its own consciousness. It extended a trembling hand and carved a few words into the ground.

"Enemy has no guilt, cannot take effect."

Hewitt's eyes widened, his gaze locked onto Dawn.

This prerequisite was unknown even to him, its master.

Ever since he awakened his Stand, he had always believed that simply touching an enemy was enough to steal their lifespan.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! In this desperate world, no one lives without a shred of guilt, unless you are Lord Kars!"

"Guilt?"

Dawn stepped forward, blade in hand, and spoke word by word, "Your Stand's need for contact to activate is just an illusion. What it truly needs is the enemy's guilt, doesn't it?"

In his mind, Diavolo snapped back to reality.

He understood why Epitaph had shown him that scene.

"Dawn has only been in this world for a few days. He hasn't met many people, so how could he possibly feel guilt? This guy is suffering from a lack of information."

Diavolo inwardly sentenced Hewitt to death.

"What a shame. Such a good talent. If he joined the Passion organization, I'd definitely give him a leadership position."

Diavolo began to critique.

At this moment, he was still unaware that after Dawn sold off his Past Life, he, the boss of the organization, was already a mere figurehead.

Dawn pressed forward, and Hewitt finally knew fear.

He wriggled backward until his shoulders hit the stairwell entrance.

"I can't die yet! Don't come near me! Stay away from me! If I die, humanity will lose a path. You must let me go!"

Hewitt looked back at the stairwell, a desperate will to live igniting in his eyes.

He scrambled up the stairs on all fours, only to abruptly find himself back at the starting point just as he was about to reach the top.

"What?"

Hewitt was stunned. He tried climbing again on all fours, refusing to believe it.

Just as he was about to reach the top, he was back at the starting point again.

"What the hell?! You bastard! Why is this happening!!!"

Thump~ thump~ thump~

Footsteps sounded, and a majestic figure emerged from the shadows.

Muscles full of wild power, untamed eyes, and flowing golden hair.

And... sharp fangs faintly visible at the corners of his mouth.

Dio!!!

Hewitt couldn't help but stumble back a few steps, but light footsteps sounded from behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of space shattering, his mind went blank, and a figure appeared before his eyes.

Dawn!!!

Hewitt's eyes were vacant, and he could barely stay upright, leaning on the wall.

On the stairs, Dio, who had successfully transformed into a vampire and could stop time.

Below the stairs, a demon who could erase time and was born without guilt.

At this moment, Hewitt completely gave up.

His proud Expressway was no longer effective against either of them. He felt like a clown.

"My path has failed. Humanity's destruction is all your fault."

Hewitt turned back, his gaze burning with hatred.

"Dawn, admit it! You're an evil person by nature. You pretend to be humble and amiable, but inwardly you are dark and ugly! You've never felt even a shred of guilt for humans or even small animals. Your existence is humanity's greatest tragedy. It's precisely because of you..."

Dio, on the stairs, spoke, "Dawn..."

Dawn's eyelids twitched. He immediately unleashed a flurry of attacks with his blade, stopping the detestable Hewitt from spreading more lies.

The Hourglass Stand was instantly covered in blade marks, cracks widened, and golden sand scattered across the floor.

As the user, Hewitt also suffered severe damage, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, unable to utter his curses any longer.

"I couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense."

Dawn lit a cigarette and offered an explanation to Dio.