"...Hahaha, holy shit!"
After seeing the comic on Thoth, Fang Mo really couldn't hold it in and burst into delighted laughter.
Fang Mo had already put on a stern face, trying to break the book's fated prophecy, but everyone knew the Dimensional Demon God was weak to Hell Jokes. Sometimes, all it took was one glance for him to laugh himself into a pile of shit.
"Fang Mo, what are you laughing at?"
Polnareff, beside him, clearly had no idea what was going on and asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing."
Fang Mo's laughter gradually subsided, and he gave a simple explanation. "It's just that this unlucky kid is kind of interesting. His Stand is a comic book, and some of the stuff in it just made me laugh..."
After saying that, Fang Mo did not wait for new content to appear. Instead, he raised his hand and started flipping forward through the book.
Thoth's ability was rather interesting.
In the form of a comic, it displayed certain predetermined futures on its pages.
Yet these future scenes did not disappear immediately. They remained on the pages for quite a long time, only vanishing once new content pushed out the old.
Fang Mo flipped through it a little and found that the book's storage capacity was quite large—at least larger than he had expected. Starting from the first page, it happened to begin at the point when Boingo and Oingo headed toward this city.
So he briefly looked through its contents.
It was much the same as in the original work. Thoth had predicted that the bus would get into an accident, then showed how a certain passerby would die.
And after the two arrived in this city, the pages displayed a scene of several people heading to a restaurant to drink black