Sun Disc

Ahem, it's said that seven consecutive days of delays can lead to readers' investment failures, so I'm writing this chapter to continue.

Then I'll continue my vacation _(:з"∠)_

Fugo didn't look well.

He had just narrowly escaped death from a supersonic portable anti-aircraft missile, jumped from a height of 400 meters with zero parachuting experience, and then swayed in the cold night wind for more than a minute before finally crashing uncontrollably into a dark and deserted alley.

He's fine, just his butt hurts a bit from the fall.

Of course, this minor injury is nothing to worry about.

As a complete novice with no skydiving training, Fugo was so moved that he wanted to buy some indulgences to give back to God after surviving that emergency situation.

But he couldn't be happy either—

They survived, but how long they'll live is uncertain.

The phone had already been lost during the parachute jump, and there wasn't a single parachute in the pitch-black sky, making it impossible to find the whereabouts of my companions.

Stepping out of that dark alley, you find yourself on a fairly wide street.

The street appears somewhat dilapidated and old, yet it remains bustling and lively.

Cars came and went in a steady stream, pedestrians hurried by, and the shops and supermarkets along the road were quite popular. The atmosphere was so warm that even the old and worn-out streetlights seemed brighter, and the dilapidated road surface that had been dug up and repaired looked much better.

But all this excitement belongs to others.

The bustling scene before him did not reassure Fugo; on the contrary, it made him extremely nervous.

The destruction of the helicopter shows that the enemy was prepared and could appear near us at any time.

Every stranger you encounter on the street could become the death knell that plunges you into a desperate situation in the next second.

"Damn it."

Where did Bucciarati and the others go?

"If I go to the Colosseum of Rome alone, well, I might just run into the boss there!"

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Fugo's forehead.

Despite his meteoric rise to prominence and even his successful transformation into the organization's "online boss," he still hasn't been able to completely shake off the deep-seated fear of his boss that has been ingrained in him for years.

This fear did not diminish after Diavolo's Stand information was revealed; on the contrary, it seemed to intensify due to King Crimson's almost insurmountable Stand ability.

At that moment, Fugo stood on the edge of the road, next to the dilapidated road surface that was cordoned off and had not yet been repaired, and hesitated to make a move.

He nervously and carefully observed everything around him while thinking about how to reunite with his companions as soon as possible.

Finally

"Fugo?"

A very familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Narancia? What are you doing here!"

Fugo suddenly turned his head, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes:

Just as he was about to fall asleep, his pillow appeared. He never imagined that his long-lost companion would appear beside him so quickly.

"Call"

Narancia let out a long sigh, seemingly exhausted:

"I jumped right behind you and was blown by the wind to the same direction as you."

"You didn't see it, I was floating behind you the whole time, and landed on a nearby rooftop at almost the same time you landed."

"Then I ran all the way down from the rooftop to meet you here."

"I see. That's wonderful!"

Unlike Li Qing, Giorno, and Abbacchio, whom he had only known for two days, Narancia was Fugo's closest friend, second only to Bucciarati.

With such a familiar and reliable companion by his side, even in this cold and unfamiliar city, on this night full of danger, Fugo inexplicably no longer felt nervous.

"Narancia".

"Did you see the direction Bucciarati and the others landed?"

Fugo couldn't help but inquire about the whereabouts of the others.

"I didn't notice."

"I've been following you around, so I don't know much about the other people."

Narancia shook his head helplessly:

"It's probably too late to reunite with the others now."

"Let's do as Bucciarati suggested and quickly find someone to borrow a car and head to the Colosseum of Rome."

"If it's Bucciarati, he'll definitely be waiting for us at the finish line!"

"Too."

After reuniting with his companions, Fugo was noticeably more relaxed.

He suppressed his fear of Diavolo and stopped being overly suspicious of everything around him, instead calmly analyzing the current situation:

"We really should leave here as soon as possible."

"We were floating in the air for about a minute and a half, and after landing, we were tangled in the parachute, which wasted a lot of time. Now it has taken us almost two minutes."

"If the enemy has cars or motorcycles, even if the speed limit on city roads is 50 km/h, those 3 minutes would be enough time for them to track us to the location where we landed."

"150m?"

In front of Fugo, who often taught him math, Narancia habitually started quizzing.

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"Damn it! The answer is 2484 meters!!"

"Have I been teaching you to count for nothing all this time?"

Fugo choked, and it took him a long time to suppress his subconscious outburst of temper.

In fact, he had always suspected that half of his irritable and easily angered temper came from the frustration he experienced while teaching Narancia mathematics.

"Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore."

"In short, that's enough time for the enemy to move quite a distance."

"If they were in this area from the beginning, the enemy might have already laid an ambush near us."

"That's why I've been keeping a close watch on everything around me."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Narancia lost all interest in pondering mathematical problems.

"If that's the case, then the enemy either hasn't arrived yet, or they just arrived recently."

"Since that's the case..."

"Then perhaps I can detect something useful."

Narancia seemed to have come up with a way to detect the enemy and prevent attacks.

While instructing Fugo to take charge of finding someone to borrow a car, he unhesitatingly summoned his Aerosmith, causing the small plane to spin its propellers and soar into the sky.

The carbon dioxide radar quietly activated, and a large amount of detection information was simultaneously displayed on the virtual screen in front of Narancia.

However, at this moment

"You don't need to detect anymore, Narancia."

Fugo swallowed hard, his voice suddenly becoming extremely serious.

"Hmm?" Narancia was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Just as he was wondering about this, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding lights seemed to have become much brighter.

The light not only became brighter, but its brightness continued to increase.

The previously dark shadows of buildings and deserted alleyways are now brightly lit—clearly, this is not something that could be achieved by the extraordinary performance of streetlights.

The dim yellow light of the streetlights was quickly overshadowed by a more dazzling golden light.

The golden light gradually enveloped the surroundings, like a sun rising at dawn.

"What happened?"

Narancia raised his head in confusion, looking in the direction from which the golden light was coming:

Beside the road where the two stood, where there had just been a broken road surface, a tower three or four meters high had somehow "grown" up.

The tower shone with a faint golden light, its material resembling both metal and stone.

It is covered with all sorts of intricate patterns and textures, making it look like a relic of some ancient civilization.

What's even more eye-catching is...

At the top of that tower, where a spire should normally be built, a huge, perfectly round golden disc floated out of thin air.

The disc was always surrounded by an extremely bright light, and it hovered high above the tower, like a golden, round sun.

"The sun. The disk?"

Narancia muttered to himself in surprise and uncertainty:

"What exactly is this thing?"

"Is such a large tower a stand-in for the enemy? Where exactly is the enemy?"

"When did it appear? How did it suddenly appear next to us?"

I don't know any of that.

Fugo's tone grew increasingly heavy:

But what I do know is...

Under Fugo's tense gaze, the light on the Sun Disc suddenly became incredibly bright:

"We're in big trouble."