A Moving Start

Risotto is a person who appears silent, cold, and unapproachable on the surface, but who values emotions extremely highly on the inside.

He committed murder to avenge his nephew, which led him deeper and deeper into the underworld.

His former relatives stopped contacting him after Risotto became a gangster hitman.

During his five years in the Passion Organization, Risotto's most valued "family" were his subordinates and comrades.

When it comes to ambition, wealth, and power, he is not as enthusiastic as Ghiaccio and Formaggio.

But Risotto could not tolerate was the insult.

The organization's disregard and contempt for the Assassination Team over the years has been an undisguised insult to him and his comrades.

This grudge is certainly not Li Qing's fault, but after enduring so many years of humiliation, the Assassination Team is no longer willing to continue living the life of a lackey who is subservient to others.

They wanted to reclaim their dignity, in the most dangerous yet most glorious way—

That is to realize our shared, grand ambition.

So when the opportunity presented itself, and when everyone was eager to take action, Risotto ultimately chose to agree.

The consequences of this decision are

Ten minutes after entering Venice, the Assassination Team was almost completely wiped out.

"If I didn't choose to agree, if I could get everyone to give up their ambitions."

"Things will definitely be much better than they are now, right?"

Extremely rare, this usually strong man, like the weak, experienced meaningless regret.

He knew that thinking about these things now was useless, but he just couldn't control himself.

"Call"

Risotto took a deep breath, quickly bringing his consciousness back to reality.

In reality, he wasn't facing his living comrades, but rather enemies closing in on him—

Li Qing, the man who supposedly defeated his boss, aggressively pressed forward.

His lifeless eyes stared coldly at me, a hint of murderous intent flickering in his pale irises.

"This is terrible."

Risotto was acutely aware of the difficulty of his situation:

The difficulty stemmed not only from the fact that the enemy had caught up with them, but also from the treacherous environment.

This is a cross-sea bridge, a cross-sea bridge far from the land.

There are naturally many iron components on the bridge—guardrails, streetlights, steel bars inside the bridge, and even that wrecked car.

But all that iron was completely useless.

Because Risotto's ability only allows him to control iron of relatively small mass, he cannot control iron blocks heavier than a fruit knife.

If on land, he could also use the iron filings in the sand as weapons.

But on this clean bridge surface, between the sea and the land, he had no iron sand to use.

Heavy iron blocks are uncontrollable, and suitable iron sand and iron filings are nowhere to be found.

At this moment, the only iron available to him is probably the small amount of iron contained within the human body.

"The raw materials that can be used to make 'weapons' are far too limited, which greatly restricts the capabilities of Metallica."

"Melone is not only of no help, but I also have to be careful to protect him from being targeted by Li Qing."

"This battle is indeed very difficult."

Risotto's face was filled with solemnity.

Li Qing had already tentatively approached him and Melone.

Although the other party may have refrained from making a move out of caution, Risotto knew that Li Qing would not remain inactive forever.

This delicate balance will soon be broken if he makes a tentative attack.

"What to do."

Risotto's brain was working at lightning speed.

Every object and every environment in the vicinity appeared in his mind.

With the battle going against him, he had to find the only possible chance of victory in this desperate situation.

At this moment, Li Qing broke the silence aggressively:

"Hey, hey."

Aren't you going to do anything?

"It's clearly a two-on-one situation, shouldn't you be the ones with the advantage?"

"You clearly have the advantage, yet you're delaying like this, as if facing a formidable enemy—know that my companions are right behind you, and the longer you drag this out, the worse your situation will become."

"Then why don't you hurry up and take action?"

Li Qing refrained from taking direct action out of caution, but his verbal sparring was equally swift and effective:

Could it be that...?

"Am I actually in the dominant position now?"

He asked that question with ill intent.

Melone's heart immediately started pounding, and even Risotto's breathing became slightly heavier.

This uncontrollable physiological reaction instantly reached Li Qing's ears.

Based on this "lie detection" ability, he roughly deduced the current situation:

"It seems that's indeed the case."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Li Qing stopped observing and boldly charged forward with a punch.

His tactics were also extremely "despicable":

Risotto, whose heartbeat was steady, didn't provoke him. Instead, he focused his attacks on the obviously panicked and disoriented Melone.

Seeing Li Qing suddenly turn around and pounce on him like a tiger descending a mountain, Melone was so panicked that he didn't know what to do—

There's nothing he can do now; all he has left is a "computer".

Does he want him to smash Li Qing to death with a keyboard?

Melone had no idea how to react, and could only instinctively stagger backward.

Fortunately, Risotto intervened in time to save them:

"Metallica!"

The tiny Stand hidden within Risotto's body instantly came into play, and an invisible magnetic force, manipulated by Risotto, swept over Li Qing's entire body.

In that instant, the iron in Li Qing's body rapidly gathered at his knee joint.

The next second, a sharp pair of scissors suddenly "grew" out of his knee.

The scissors suddenly got stuck in Li Qing's joint, almost causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Li Qing's offensive was thwarted.

He had to abandon his attack on Melone and struggle to steady himself, which was about to tip over due to his joints being stuck.

But what silenced Risotto and shocked Melone was...

The effect of this severe injury, which could cripple an ordinary person, on Li Qing's health bar was as follows:

-1%

Li Qing's health dropped slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Risotto and Melone couldn't even see the slight loss of health with their naked eyes; the full red health bar was replenished without a single gap in just two seconds.

This situation is utterly hopeless.

They knew that Metallica couldn't instantly kill Li Qing like they could with ordinary people, but they never expected...

The damage caused by Metallica is so low that it can be almost negligible.

Seeing this, Risotto and Melone both looked rather grim.

But this is the rule for a data-driven body:

The system calculates damage entirely based on the strength of the attack.

To be honest, a knife that "gently" grows out of the flesh is less effective than Riot Games Li Qing directly.

Is this all the damage can cause?

"If it goes any lower, it won't be as fast as me at healing!"

Li Qing immediately rediscovered the feeling he had when facing Pesci.

Risotto's Metallica not only dealt as little damage as Pesci's Beach Boy, but they also failed to exhibit any "hard control" effect that Li Qing should be wary of.

Li Qing bent down and casually pulled the scissors out, and the wound was completely healed.

The scissors felt like ordinary scissors, and that last strike clearly only had a temporary delaying effect.

"Hey, hey... your Stand ability..."

"It's not going to involve growing knives inside someone's body, is it?"

Li Qing vaguely guessed Risotto's Stand ability.

Of course, he could only see "the long knife inside his body" and could never have imagined that Risotto's ability was actually to control iron.

According to Li Qing's knowledge, an adult human body contains only 4 to 5 grams of iron.

Even if you removed all the iron from a human body, it still wouldn't be enough to make a pair of scissors.

But there's no way around it.

Li Qing ultimately forgot.

This isn't Earth; science doesn't apply here.

However, the impact of guessing the enemy's Stand ability incorrectly seems to be minimal.

Risotto's increasingly heavy breathing in silence subtly revealed his inferiority in ability.

"If your Stand ability is only this much, then it won't work on me at all."

Li Qing's tone inevitably carried a hint of relief.

Then, he turned to Melone and pressed him further with probing questions:

"And you, you guy whose heartbeat is always irregular."

"When I attacked you just now, you not only did not take any countermeasures, but you were also completely panicked."

"That physiological reaction wasn't acted out—"

"So, for some reason, you're currently completely incapable of fighting?"

Every word Li Qing said struck Melone's heart like a hammer blow.

His heartbeat quickened uncontrollably again.

This behavior is undoubtedly an admission of guilt.

He made Li Qing see the situation clearly without him having to lift a finger:

"One is a complete burden with no combat capability."

"One is that I can basically control Stand abilities."

"My goodness, what a smooth start!"

Li Qing was suddenly so moved that she almost cried.

When he first came to this world, he was still shouting about wanting to pursue "high-difficulty game experiences," just like when he used to play games.

But two days later, Li Qing no longer thinks that way.

Because this game is just too difficult, far beyond imagination.

It's like some tourists from other places who think they can handle spicy food being brought to tears by the spiciness of hot pot in Sichuan.

Li Qing thought he was really good at playing games, but when he got here he saw—

This isn't playing a game, this is playing with your life!

One wrong step and you'll be dead without a burial place.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the miserable experience of being beaten by all sorts of gods over the past two days, and the despair he had experienced countless times along the way.

Meat Chunk, Dio, cockroaches, Diavolo, Prosciutto —these troublesome or terrifying beings all surfaced in my mind.

Let's think about now.

For the first time in history, the enemy has been so weak, the advantage so great, and the difficulty so low.

Li Qing couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha."

"I, Old Li, have never fought such a battle with so much surplus of resources!"