"If that was the case..."
Realizing this, Fang Mo directly summoned his Stand.
"Huh?"
Reinhard, standing opposite him, froze when he saw Steve. After all, it was his first time seeing something so angular. "What is that?"
But before Reinhard could think any further—
Steve made his move, and a pale green book suddenly appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Then, as Steve activated it with a right-click, the book opened. Endless black shadows erupted from within, enveloping everything around them.
"This is..."
Reinhard frowned. "The Witch Cult?"
Unfortunately, his guess no longer mattered, because in the very next second, Fang Mo returned to the game world with his Stand.
"Man, this is the first time I've met such a weak protagonist."
After returning to the Overworld, Fang Mo could not help sighing. He truly meant it. Natsuki Subaru had to rely on Fang Mo to reload even after dying; otherwise, he would just bug out and corrupt the save file. It left Fang Mo speechless.
"It should be about time, right?"
After waiting for a while, Fang Mo took out the Age Book again. "Let's go in and take another look..."
Steve opened the Golden Book with a right-click.
Black particles surged forth, swallowing his figure once more.
As the familiar sensation of weightlessness faded, Fang Mo vaguely heard a burst of noise around him. Then the fog dispersed, and he saw the scene before him clearly.
He was holding a purple Manyullyn Cleaver and standing in front of the fruit stand.
All the game fruits he had originally filled the stall with—Purple Song Fruit, Essence Berries, Torch Berries, Cactus, Nether Wart, Troll Berries, Golden Apples... even the square watermelon he had just split in half—were gone.
In their place were the original goods from the fruit