"I can't do anything..."
The instant Jean Pierre Polnareff said those words, Diavolo felt his hair stand on end far away.
It was as though those words held some kind of magic. His brain screamed warnings, as if something terrible would happen once they were spoken.
His intuition told him things were slipping out of his control.
Sure enough, a moment later.
Before Jean Pierre Polnareff's voice had faded.
Don Quixote, who had spent all this time cosplaying a vegetative patient in his wheelchair, finally moved.
"Heh heh heh heh. You can't do anything? Who gave you that illusion?
That bullshit fate?"
Slowly rising to his feet, Don Quixote's lips curled into a smile.
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After teasing the bewildered Jean Pierre Polnareff inside his mind, Don Quixote beamed.
Thankfully, Jean Pierre Polnareff's mental power had broken through its shackles at the brink of death, finally allowing him to get a little fancy.
Otherwise, he could only have used the despair in his partner's heart as an anchor point to restart the timeline and rewind time.
I said the loser eats dirt. Are you deaf?
But now that he had room to maneuver, there was naturally no need to keep reloading saves and playing dirty.
That trick is pretty shameless. Using it would be bullying them too much. Better not throw it around...
-So thought Don Quixote, who had considered activating Bites the Dust to reload and restart the timeline more than eight hundred times during Jean Pierre Polnareff, Diavolo, and Jotaro Kujo's battle of wits, which had lasted only a few seconds in the outside world.
His lips twitched, and Don Quixote shook his head, almost laughing at himself.
His smile, however, sent chills down