"Hold on a second."
The moment Fang Mo finished speaking, Jotaro Kujo could not help pressing him. "...What do you mean, a living giant corpse bloat?"
"Oh, nothing."
Fang Mo waved a hand dismissively. "Just some indescribable ramblings from my dreams. Don't mind the details."
"Was it really just dream talk?"
The instant Fang Mo said that, everyone present, including Jotaro Kujo, realized something. After spending so much time together, they had more or less figured out Fang Mo's temperament and way of doing things.
"Tell me the truth."
Joseph asked outright, "That hostile Stand User Polnareff and the others encountered... you secretly did something, didn't you?"
"If you weren't already too old and blind to see, you should know I'd been catching up on sleep in my room."
Fang Mo did not answer directly, instead spreading his hands on purpose. "Of course, if you think I can kill people in my dreams, that's another matter..."
So the question was—
Could Fang Mo kill people in his dreams?
The answer was obvious, because everything that had happened earlier really had occurred in a dream.
That was right. Although Hol Horse, Polnareff, and Avdol all believed they had joined forces to defeat Cameo—
In reality, those were merely altered memories. The truth was not like that at all. Fang Mo had secretly had Little Ann initiate a descent ritual, allowing the First Entity to descend here in person.
Though, subjectively speaking, he had not wanted to cheat by using the First Entity or anything like that.
But Cameo had been asking to fucking die. He had actually dared to target Fang Mo himself.
By Fang Mo's estimation, Judgment probably could not cross the multiverse to mold clay dolls. But he had no intention of gambling on something like that. What if