Earth.
League of Legends, an ordinary matchmaking game, champion select.
The mid laner insta-locked Yasuo and started cursing?
The support angrily locked in Tahm Kench to take it out on society?
Top lane hesitated for ages, then finally picked a completely unremarkable Garen.
Before the game had even started, they had already lost more than half the battle in champion select.
This was simply—
"So interesting."
Li Qing sat up straight, the white glow of the monitor reflected in his eyes, making them shine brightly.
To him, winning or losing did not matter.
Only challenging games could bring him joy.
Li Qing swiftly moved his mouse and, with practiced ease, found the champion he was best at in the roster—
Blind Monk Li Qing, who shared his name.
Click.
Confirm.
Player confirmed: Li Qing.
Champion selected: Blind Monk Li Qing.
Random map: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.
Loading game.
Meanwhile.
JOJO world, Italy, Sicily.
Palermo Harbor District, an inconspicuous roadside inn, third-floor guest room.
The room was neither spacious nor luxurious.
An old European-style carved bed, its patterns cracked with age, occupied nearly half the room. The furnishings were so antiquated they looked as if they might grow mold.
Worst of all, the room was filled with an overwhelmingly fishy stench.
Fortunately, the windows were tightly shut and the door was locked, so that nauseating odor had not drifted out of the room.
Yet at that moment, the door was suddenly thrown open from outside with brutal force.
A tall, thin, scruffy middle-aged white man entered the empty inn room with four large, muscular young men.
They wore suits black enough to swallow light, polished leather shoes bright enough to reflect it, and their waists bulged as though they carried weapons. They looked exactly like Italy mafia members from a movie.
The foul stench in the room hit them head-on, yet the young men in black, their faces still carrying traces of youth, did not find it disgusting in the slightest.
After briefly looking over the room's excessively plain furnishings, they all turned to the tall, thin middle-aged man leading them.
"Boss Amor."
"Did one of the Passion Organization's high-ranking officers really stay in a room like this?"
"At this level? Isn't that being a little too frugal?"
"The Organization rules Italy's entire underworld. Can it not even afford lodging for its officers now?"
"Quit screwing around!"
The middle-aged man named Amor snorted unhappily.
"Do your job properly. Once you're done, you'll have all the time you want to talk nonsense."
"Remember this—"
"This is an urgent assignment personally issued by a 'high-ranking officer' above us. If anything goes wrong, not even God will be able to save you."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The men in black answered carelessly, but still could not help muttering.
"What important assignment?"
"Isn't it just the same old business for us 'cleaners'?"
As they casually complained, they expertly pulled on rubber work gloves.
Then one of the men in black took the lead in asking.
"Boss Amor, where did they dump the 'trash' this time?"
"Right there, under the bed."
Amor raised a hand and pointed at the empty carved bed in the middle of the room.
"Hurry up and clean it up."
"Got it!"
The men in black nodded lightly and worked together to move the obstructive bed.
Soon, they had shifted the bed out of the way.
Beneath it lay a woman's corpse.
A massive hole had been blasted straight through her chest, and her pretty face was grotesquely twisted by pain.
Any ordinary person would instinctively feel sick at the sight, but the four young men in black acted as though they saw such things all the time. Not only were they unafraid, they even smiled and chatted while pointing at the corpse.
"Tsk, tsk."
"She was pretty cute. What a waste for her to die like this."
"Yeah."
One man in black agreed with his companion, then carefully examined the wound on the corpse.
"A penetrating wound. Killed in one blow. That was ruthless."
"The wound is over ten centimeters across. Her heart was blasted to pieces, and her bones were shattered into granules. No firearm or ammunition could do that."
"I think... this was done by one of those 'Stand Users' in the Organization."
Though they were merely low-level lackeys on the Organization's outskirts, they had heard plenty of rumors and knew that many powerful beings with supernatural abilities existed among its upper ranks.
These superpowered individuals were known as—Stand Users.
"The blood hasn't fully dried yet."
As the four young men began carrying the corpse into a large suitcase, they chatted excitedly.
"From the looks of it, the killer can't have gone far."
"And this emergency deployment was personally ordered over the phone by that 'high-ranking officer' who refused to reveal even his name, just over ten minutes ago."
"In other words, that mysterious high-ranking officer with Stand abilities might be nearby!"
As they spoke, the young men's eyes began to gleam.
However, before they could voice their speculation, Amor, who was smoking nearby, could no longer listen.
"Enough!"
He viciously crushed the cigarette butt between his fingers and cursed in fury.
"You little bastards!"
"Did you come here to be 'cleaners,' or to play Sherlock Holmes?"
"If you don't want to meet God, shut your mouths right now!"
Those simple-minded young men had yet to realize the severity of the situation, but Amor had already vaguely guessed the true identity of that "mysterious high-ranking officer" from the many strange details surrounding this temporary assignment.
Ordinary Organization officers had no need to conceal their identities from subordinates. That person was very likely not an officer at all, but—
The Passion Organization's supreme leader, the Boss.
Yes, as a small-time leader on the Passion Organization's outer fringes, Amor did not even know his own Boss's name.
No one knew the Boss's name.
Because the Boss disliked others investigating his identity or his actions. Even speculation was forbidden.
Anyone who tried to investigate his identity died without exception.
Every trace and every clue left behind wherever the Boss went was perfectly erased by him.
For example.
This woman.
Amor glanced at the corpse with the gaping hole in its chest, and some guesses had already formed in his mind.
The Boss never revealed his true face. Even those high-ranking officers could only contact him by telephone.
No one knew his face, no one knew his name or identity. At most, they had only heard his oppressive voice.
But some matters could not be settled over the phone.
He had to handle them personally.
And if any of those women were too clever—or perhaps too foolish—and discovered something extraordinary about the Boss, then... the outcome went without saying.
"This is the Dark Emperor who rules the Passion Organization."
Amor feared the Boss's ruthlessness, yet he also yearned for it.
Villains always admired the strong.
Amor was more than satisfied to work under such a mysterious, powerful, and vicious Boss.
Just then, the phone hidden in his clothes suddenly rang.
"Hello?"
Amor answered the call, immediately adopting an exceedingly respectful tone.
An intensely oppressive voice came from the other end of the line—
It was because Amor had heard this voice over the phone before, naturally carrying the majesty of an emperor, that he could not help assuming the other party was the elusive Boss of the Organization.
"How is it?"
"Amor, have you cleaned everything up?"
"Yes."
Though the "high-ranking officer" issuing orders over the phone had never revealed his identity, Amor still answered with extreme care, caution, and respect.
"Rest assured. My boys have cleaned up the entire scene."
"We are professional cleaners. We guarantee that not a single hair or drop of blood will be left behind."
"..."
The "Organization officer" on the other end said something else, and Amor immediately replied.
"Rest assured!"
"Our operation was very discreet. No one noticed anything."
"And though we are only outer-ring 'cleaners' of the Organization, we are all fighters proficient in hand-to-hand combat and firearms."
"If anyone really comes to cause trouble, please believe me."
Amor spoke firmly.
"I, Amor, will never let a single living witness escape!"
The moment his words fell—
"Ding!"
"Game loading complete."
"Player 'Li Qing,' welcome to JOJO's bizarre world."
A dazzlingly shiny bald head suddenly appeared before Amor's eyes.
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