Welcome to the Bizarre World

Earth.

LOL, just a regular match, during the pick phase.

The mid laner instantly locks in Yasuo and starts spewing insults?

The support, in a fit of rage, picks Tahm Kench to grief the team?

The top laner hesitates for a long time, finally picking a completely uninspired Garen.

The game hasn't even started, and they've already lost more than half of it during champion select.

This is truly...

"Too interesting."

Li Qing sat up straighter, the white light from the computer screen reflecting in his eyes, making them exceptionally bright.

For him, winning or losing wasn't important.

Challenging games were the only ones that could bring him joy.

Li Qing quickly moved his mouse, and with practiced ease, found his most proficient main champion in the hero pool—

The Blind Monk, Lee Sin, who shared his own name.

Click.

Confirm.

Player Confirmation: Li Qing.

Champion Selection: Blind Monk Lee Sin.

Random Map: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

Loading Game...

Meanwhile.

JOJO world, Italy, Sicily.

Palermo Port District, an inconspicuous street-side inn, a third-floor guest room.

The room wasn't spacious, nor was it luxurious.

An old, European-style carved bed, its wood cracked with age, occupied half the room. The furniture was so old it looked like it was about to mold.

The worst part was that the room was filled with an extremely pungent, fishy odor.

Fortunately, the window was tightly shut and the door locked, preventing this nauseating smell from spreading outside.

Just then, the door was roughly forced open from the outside.

A tall, thin, unshaven middle-aged white man, leading four tall and sturdy young men, entered the empty inn room.

They were dressed in suits as black as if they could swallow light, wearing shoes as shiny as if they could reflect light. Their waists bulged as if carrying weapons, making them look exactly like Italian Mafia members from a movie.

The pervasive fishy smell hit them immediately, but the young men in black, with their youthful faces, didn't seem disgusted at all.

After a brief glance at the overly simple furnishings in the room, they all looked towards the tall, thin middle-aged man leading them:

"Boss Amor."

"Is this really the room a high-ranking executive of our Passion organization stayed in?"

"At this level... is it too frugal?"

"The organization rules the entire Italian underworld, so how can we not even afford accommodation for the executives now?"

"Stop fooling around!"

The middle-aged man named Amor snorted displeasedly:

"Get the job done, and you'll have plenty of time for your nonsense afterward."

"All of you remember this—"

"This is an urgent mission assigned by 'senior executives' from above. If anything goes wrong, even God won't be able to save you."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The men in black responded casually but couldn't resist muttering:

"What important mission..."

"Isn't it just the usual business of those 'Cleaners'?"

While grumbling, they expertly put on their work gloves.

Then, one of the men in black asked first:

"Boss Amor, where are we throwing away the 'trash' this time?"

"Right there, under the bed."

Amor pointed to the empty carved bed in the middle of the room:

"Hurry up and clean it."

"Got it!"

The men in black nodded lightly and worked together to move the troublesome large bed.

Soon, they had moved the troublesome bed away.

Beneath the bed was a woman's corpse:

Her chest had a large, penetrating hole, and her beautiful face was contorted in extreme pain.

An ordinary person seeing this would instinctively feel disgusted and nauseated, but the four young men in black acted as if they were used to it. Not only were they not scared, but they even chatted and pointed at the corpse with smiles:

"Tsk tsk."

"She was quite pretty. It's a shame she died like this."

"Yeah."

One of the men in black agreed with his companion and carefully examined the wound on the corpse:

"A penetrating wound, killed in one blow. That's truly ruthless."

"The wound diameter is at least ten centimeters. Her heart was blown to smithereens, and her bones were pulverized into particles. This is something gunshots and ammunition can't do."

"I think... this was done by those 'Stand Users' in the organization?"

Although they were just low-level members on the outer fringes of the organization, they had heard plenty of rumors. They knew that the upper echelons of the organization had many powerful beings with supernatural abilities.

These superpowered individuals were known as—Stand Users.

"The blood hasn't completely dried yet."

The four young men began moving the corpse into the large trunk while chatting excitedly:

"Judging by this, the killer hasn't gone far."

"And this emergency deployment was personally ordered by that 'High-Ranking Executive' who wouldn't even reveal his name, calling just ten minutes ago."

"Meaning, that mysterious high-ranking executive with Stand abilities is probably nearby!"

As they chatted, the young men's eyes began to gleam.

However, before they could voice their speculations, Amor, who had been smoking nearby, could no longer stand it:

"Enough!"

He fiercely pinched out his cigarette butt with his fingers and roared angrily:

"You brats!"

"Are you here to be 'Cleaners' or to be Sherlock Holmes?"

"If you don't want to meet God, shut your mouths and get to work!"

Those simple-minded youngsters hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the situation, but Amor had already vaguely guessed the true identity of the "mysterious high-ranking executive" through the various strange aspects of this impromptu mission:

Ordinary organization executives wouldn't need to conceal their identities from their subordinates. That person was likely not an organization executive, but—

The supreme leader of the Passion organization, the Boss.

Yes, as a minor leader within the Passion organization, Amor didn't even know his boss's name.

No one knew the Boss's name.

Because the Boss disliked people investigating his identity or actions, not even speculating about them.

Those who attempted to investigate his identity had all died, without exception.

Every trace and clue left behind wherever the Boss went was also perfectly erased by him.

For example...

This woman.

Amor glanced at the corpse with the gaping hole in its chest, a few guesses already forming in his mind:

The Boss never showed his true face. Even the high-ranking executives could only contact him by phone.

No one knew his face, his name, or his identity; at most, they had only heard his oppressive voice.

However, some things couldn't be resolved solely through phone calls.

He had to get involved personally.

And if some of those women were too smart, or perhaps too foolish, to notice the Boss's extraordinary nature, then... the outcome was self-evident.

"This is the dark emperor who rules the Passion organization..."

Amor felt a sense of awe at the Boss's ruthlessness, and at the same time, a sense of yearning.

Villains always yearn for the strong.

Amor was very satisfied to be working for such a mysterious, powerful, and cruel boss.

Just then, the phone hidden in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

Amor answered the call, his tone shifting to one of utmost deference.

A voice, heavy with an oppressive aura, came from the other end of the phone—

Amor had heard this voice, naturally imbued with an emperor's dominance, on the phone earlier, which was why he couldn't resist treating the other party as the organization's boss, who was always elusive and rarely seen:

"How is it?"

"Amor, is everything cleaned up?"

"Mhm."

Although the "high-ranking executive" of the organization who issued the command over the phone never revealed his identity, Amor still replied with extreme care, caution, and respect:

"Rest assured, my boys have tidied up the scene."

"We are professional Cleaners, guaranteeing not to leave a single hair or a drop of blood."

"."

The "organization executive" on the other end of the phone said something else, and Amor immediately responded:

"Rest assured!"

"Our actions were discreet; no one noticed."

"And even though we are just 'Cleaners' on the organization's periphery, we are all warriors skilled in combat and firearms."

"If anyone dares to get in the way, please believe..."

Amor said with a firm tone:

"I, Amor, will absolutely not let any survivors go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, "Ding!"

"Game loaded successfully."

"Player 'Li Qing', welcome to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure."

Suddenly, a blindingly shiny bald head appeared before Amor's eyes.