No One Died in Vain

Although Baby Face was very dissatisfied with the guy who only hid in the shadows and typed on the keyboard.

But a father is a father, and no matter how scared it is, it has to obey.

Melone's orders were absolutely not to be disobeyed.

Since he couldn't resist, the Baby Face could only try to calm himself down in this helpless situation:

"It's alright, it's alright."

"The enemy only possesses a lot of brute force."

"Dad's analysis was right; that guy probably didn't notice me."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have just stepped on my foot and left."

As the Baby Face was forced to relentlessly pursue his prey, he kept reassuring himself with this thought:

"In that case, what just happened was purely a coincidence."

"That big guy has no way of seeing through... he probably can't see through my disguise."

"In that case, I can sneak up on the past and launch a surprise attack."

"Victory. Perhaps, possibly, is still possible."

As he thought about it, although his tone was still somewhat hesitant, at least the Baby Face was no longer so timid.

Just like when a person encounters a tiger in the wild, they should never turn around and run away.

Since we have no choice but to go ahead anyway, we might as well be more confident and bold.

This way, one can die with more dignity, and perhaps even experience a kind of hallucination of being "possessed by Wu Song" before dying.

This is what Baby Face looks like now.

It was both afraid and confident, and with these conflicting feelings, it caught up with Jotaro and arrived at the bridge where a fierce battle had just taken place.

It heard the screams from under the bridge, but it paid no attention to them.

Baby Face is now like Renekton lurking in the water, with only its prey in its eyes.

And its stealth methods are truly as subtle as those of Renekton:

In order to avoid being discovered by Jotaro, it disintegrated its body into a pile of tiny fragments from dozens of meters away.

These fragments became about the same size, color, and shape as the concrete on the bridge surface.

Using the principle of chameleons blending into their environment, the fragmented Baby Face began to lie prone on the bridge and slowly move forward.

The entire process was silent and highly secretive.

At first glance, most people probably wouldn't see anything; only upon close inspection would they notice an abnormal bulge of "cement" on the bridge surface.

"Have you found the enemy?"

"Hurry up and do it!"

Melone's urging voice echoed in my mind again.

The Baby Face, feeling agitated by the yelling, responded rudely in return:

"Found it! Don't rush me!"

"If you force me to act immediately, I'll only be throwing my life away!"

Although what he said was harsh, Melone still listened to it.

He no longer remotely controlled Baby Face's actions, but instead allowed Baby Face to act freely under the premise of "having to attack".

The Baby Face was very tough when he retorted to the real person.

As it drew closer to its prey, it inevitably began to panic.

He can't see me. He can't see me.

"That was just a coincidence. Just a coincidence."

It was as if he was chanting some kind of calming mantra; the Baby Face kept using such murmurs to soothe his fragile, young heart.

But no matter how it tried to comfort itself, as it got closer and closer to Jotaro, the psychological trauma it had suffered from being severely injured by a kick earlier still flared up uncontrollably.

Finally, the Baby Face had crept up to Jotaro's feet.

And the string in its mind was unknowingly stretched to its limit.

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

The Baby Face knew that one of it and Jotaro was destined to die next.

Fortunately, Jotaro doesn't seem to have noticed it, and the previous events seem to have been just a coincidence.

The Baby Face was now almost at Jotaro's feet, but Jotaro was still focused on chatting with Polnareff and completely oblivious to his surroundings.

"This is a great opportunity."

"I can definitely win!"

The Baby Face's excitement reached its peak.

Riding on the courage it had built up through constant self-encouragement, and taking advantage of the fact that the enemy had not yet discovered it, it finally leaped out of the ground in a dignified manner.

And just then, just as the Baby Face mustered the courage to shed his disguise.

Jotaro suddenly turned his head:

"Hmm? Something feels off."

He said this with a frown.

The Baby Face not far from their feet was instantly terrified.

"We're doomed!"

"I was found out after all!"

All my previous self-comfort and self-encouragement vanished into thin air.

At that moment, Baby Face felt that the enemy must possess some kind of sensory ability, which was why they were able to detect something was wrong so precisely before his attacks every time.

Given the enemy's previously displayed overwhelming strength and speed, exposing oneself in this way would be disastrous.

Then it will be beaten into a pulp the next second.

"What should we do? What should we do?"

"Where can I escape to?!"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The Baby Face dared not launch another attack; instinctively and subconsciously, it tried to dig a hole and hide itself.

But there was no time to dig a hole on site, and there were no other obstacles around to help it hide.

The only place they could hide was the car parked nearby.

Then

The Baby Face looks like a frightened rabbit.

Jotaro simply turned his head and said, "Something feels off," and then it darted away in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the Baby Face trembled and perfectly hid his body under the car.

Only then did it have the mind to listen to Jotaro's next words and understand what he was trying to say was wrong:

"Polnareff, did you notice?"

"The screams stopped."

Jotaro didn't even turn around to look at the Baby Face; instead, he started discussing trivial matters with Polnareff.

"They're probably already dead."

"That thing has been burning for a while now."

Polnareff sighed softly.

Although the enemy's character was despicable, their tenacity as warriors was absolutely commendable.

To endure such excruciating pain of being engulfed in flames for so long before dying, this enemy named Illuso is truly worthy of respect.

But Jotaro's answer was somewhat shocking:

"Perhaps he's not dead yet."

"If someone dies in the water, they should float, but there are no bodies on the water or on the shore."

"What?"

Polnareff was startled.

He immediately leaned over the railing and carefully searched below the bridge:

Sure enough, Illuso's body was not found.

"Impossible. There's absolutely no way someone could survive that kind of injury!"

How much further can he go now?

Polnareff said, quite shocked.

"To have made it this far"

That's enough!

A hoarse, strained voice suddenly rang out from the bridge.

Jotaro and Polnareff and saw that the humanoid ball of fire that had been struggling in the water not long ago had somehow climbed back onto the bridge.

His entire body was covered in sore flesh that he looked like a dried-up corpse that had crawled out of an abyss.

Even the flames on his body had not completely died out.

These flames are fueling his body fat, burning away his remaining life force.

"Bastard!"

"Give me a 'dagger,' are you taking pity on me?"

"If you think I would just commit suicide like this, you're sorely mistaken!"

Illuso gripped the short sword made of wrought iron tightly.

The short sword was stained with gasoline, and the blade was burning with the same flames as Illuso's body.

Even if I die

"I will not tolerate such humiliation from you!"

Illuso let out a final, frantic roar.

Polnareff's good intentions were seen by him as a condescending humiliation.

The immense humiliation of failing to complete his mission and being treated like a gift by the enemy spurred his last strength, enabling him to crawl back here.

Then, under the slightly shocked gazes of Jotaro and Polnareff, Illuso used the last of his strength to throw the flaming short sword at them from afar:

"Give them all to me."

"Go to hell!"

The flaming dagger was thrown.

But whether he lacked the strength to throw it in the wrong direction, or whether Illuso did it intentionally, is unclear.

The short sword didn't fly towards Jotaro and Polnareff, but instead flew straight towards the car parked near them.

"Oh no! Get out of the way!"

Polnareff looked surprised:

"His target is that car!"

"Ha?"

The Baby Face a jolt of fear.

It had just hidden here and hadn't had time to notice the strange smell around it or observe the unusual situation outside.

Once it calmed down and regained its senses, it suddenly heard Polnareff's urgent roar:

"That car is leaking oil—"

"It's going to explode!"

Three seconds later.

Illuso collapsed to the ground after throwing the dagger.

Given the severity of his injuries, the fact that he was able to hold on until now was only due to his indomitable spirit.

Once the flaming sword was thrown, that fighting spirit dissipated.

"This is my final attack."

As Illuso collapsed to the ground, his consciousness began to fade.

His life had come to a complete end; he no longer even had the strength to look up and observe the effects of his attack.

Despite this, he could still hear the loud bang of the car exploding in the fuel tank after the flaming dagger was thrown.

He could even hear, faintly, a heart-wrenching wail echoing from within the raging flames after the deafening roar.

"I heard screams."

"It seems my efforts haven't been in vain."

Before he died, Illuso suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relief:

"I didn't die in vain."

"At least, someone will die with me."

Killing one is enough to make a profit, killing two is a huge bonus.

Even if you don't manage to kill them, it's still worth it if you can injure the enemy.

With these feelings in mind, Illuso died happily.

But before he completely lost consciousness, a question that he no longer had time to think about kept uncontrollably surfacing in his mind:

"What does that scream sound like?"

"Like a little child?"