Diavolo's Savior

The arrow took effect, and the power awakened.

However, this ability is a completely useless "waste ability".

Fate played a terrible joke on him.

Diavolo now stands in the Colosseum of Rome on March 27th, witnessing the unbearable memory unfold as it unfolds.

He desperately wanted to step forward and seize the Bug Arrow, and he also wanted to kill Giorno and the others right there, but he couldn't.

Because in his memory, the Bug Arrow would shatter tonight, and Giorno and the others would all live safely.

The axis of memory cannot be disturbed; what has happened can never be changed.

Diavolo can only be an observer now, and he can't even let his past self discover his existence, otherwise a terrible Time Paradox awaits him.

"Is the power of the 'Ouroboros' meant to make me relive these past failures?"

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"This ability definitely has its significance!"

Cruel fate had already shattered his pride and fighting spirit.

Diavolo doesn't know whether he's trying to revive himself with this idea or just futilely comforting himself.

But no matter what, there's nothing he can do right now.

He is a ghost who dares not face the light, hiding in the shadows, watching the past replay before his eyes:

"You've been disappointed, but I'm still the ultimate victor!"

On the second floor of the Colosseum, the man of the past is standing on Polnareff, shouting:

"The Bug Arrow you prepared for years to kill me has ultimately helped me pave the way to the summit."

"Fate is truly fascinating, isn't it?"

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Upon hearing these words, Diavolo, hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but display a subtle expression:

I never felt embarrassed when I said those harsh words before.

Now let's listen carefully from an outsider's perspective.

It's as shameful as looking back at your teenage diary as an adult.

It's so bad that it's unbearable to look at or hear.

But whether Diavolo liked it or not, that painful past was forced to play in front of him like an old movie that the school organized for him to watch and for which he was required to write a report:

"It's useless."

"I saw through your little tricks a long time ago."

"."

Stop talking, stop talking.

"You are afraid."

"Such a will cannot stand against me."

"."

Shut up!

"You only have one bullet left."

"Is one bullet enough to stop me?"

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Although no one discovered the existence of this future traveler.

But Diavolo, hiding in the shadows, had the illusion that he was being publicly executed.

In fact, as long as the person who speaks truly achieves final victory, these words will not bring shame.

But Diavolo knew perfectly well that after uttering those harsh words, the once-arrogant Dark Emperor had suffered his most humiliating defeat.

The thought of this caused him a sharp pain in his heart.

And in Diavolo's gaze, filled with shame, helplessness, and sorrow, the past was slowly unfolding as he remembered it:

First, Diavolo was so startled by a cell phone that he used up all his skills.

Then Mista destroyed the Bug Arrow with his last bullet.

Enraged, Diavolo launched a fierce attack, but Giorno desperately defended him with a Rock Rose trap.

The Rock Rose bushes quickly burst into flames.

The firelight shone brightly, and the smoke was thick and pungent.

Diavolo from the future, instinctively covered his mouth and nose, then sighed softly with a complex expression:

"It's almost over."

He remembered falling for Giorno's trick and inhaling a large amount of hallucinogenic plant smoke.

At that moment, he was like someone who had drunk too much fake alcohol; his brain was dizzy, and his consciousness was hazy and fragmented.

He had no memory of what happened after he was poisoned.

All he knew was that when he came to his senses, he had somehow escaped from the arena and was now soaking in the viscous liquid of the sewers.

Diavolo still can't forget that mouthful of thick, greasy excrement.

That was a nightmare he would recall almost every time he ate afterward.

Now the nightmare is about to happen, but Diavolo is completely powerless to change it:

Why did this happen?!

"Am I really just supposed to watch myself degenerate into a sewer rat?!"

He thought about it with great pain.

At this point, the events in the Colosseum had already reached their conclusion:

The fire was extinguished, Giorno survived with serious injuries, but he was too weak to fight again.

Diavolo in the past was horrified to find himself poisoned.

His body swayed precariously, his eyes glazed over, yet he forced himself to confront Giorno.

"They're probably going to run away next, right?"

"Giorno and Mista are both seriously injured, Polnareff is crippled."

"As long as you haven't been poisoned to the point of completely losing consciousness, escaping isn't difficult."

Although I can't remember how I escaped after I blacked out.

But Diavolo could also roughly deduce the situation at that time:

He must have escaped the arena with his last bit of consciousness before completely losing consciousness and hid himself in the sewers.

That's what he was thinking.

Then, in the arena, before Giorno was already powerless to fight back...

The Diavolo of the past struggled to stand, swaying precariously.

Standing.

Standing.

Nothing was done.

His eyes became increasingly unfocused.

"This is it. This is where my memories start to falter!"

Diavolo, hidden in the shadows, stared wide-eyed with tension:

Next, the past version of myself will probably start to run away.

That's what he was thinking.

Then the Diavolo who had passed by didn't move an inch.

"What's going on? Why isn't anything happening?"

"Run! Run, you better run!"

"If I don't run now, I'm going to die here!"

Diavolo stared in astonishment at his past self.

But his past self not only didn't run away as he had planned, but also showed a slight tendency to faint and collapse.

He merely gritted his teeth and called out Giorno's name, his gaze becoming even more unfocused and lifeless.

It was as if he had completely lost consciousness in that instant.

"This"

A fear unlike any he had ever felt before surged through Diavolo's heart:

"My memory of this place is completely blank."

"Could it be that I had actually lost consciousness completely at that moment?"

"If that's the case, then how exactly did I escape from the Colosseum?"

"Etc."

He suddenly realized a startling possibility:

"Could it be that I didn't escape the Colosseum on my own?"

"Someone rescued me from when I was unconscious."

"And the person who saved me."

Diavolo looked at his hand in horror:

"It's just me?"

This sudden idea was somewhat difficult for him to accept.

Wouldn't trying to save your past self cause a "Time Paradox"?

But Diavolo was also very clear:

If he, the future traveler, does nothing now, while his past self has completely lost consciousness...

Diavolo in the past would have died right here in this arena.

If the past self is dead, then wouldn't the present self be an even more vivid "Time Paradox"?

Diavolo was torn:

"The Ouroboros, what should I do?"

"To save them, or not to save them?"

The Ouroboros did not provide him with an answer.

The terrifying feeling of stopping him from doing something stupid and causing paradoxes seems to have been just a "newbie perk" to protect him from committing suicide for no reason.

Time travel is a dangerous thing. After understanding the existence of the "paradox", he must tread carefully and make his own decisions about his actions in the past.

"Let's prepare to take action first!"

In that near-still moment, Diavolo made a difficult decision:

"Anyway, my past self won't notice when I use Time Erasure. Even if the time overlaps, I'll just be forcibly kicked out of Time Erasure state."

"First, eliminate the time to ensure safety, and then observe the situation during the eliminated time."

With this in mind, Diavolo immediately took action:

"King Crimson— "

"Let time fly!"

Time is erased at this moment.

Giorno, Mista, and Polnareff were all unconscious at this moment, completely unaware of what was happening.

Diavolo, on the other hand, cautiously peeked out from the shadows:

Then, in his shocked gaze...

The person from the past suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He slept like a dead dog.

That's really true.

"I really saved myself!"

Diavolo's expression became extremely interesting.

He carefully approached his collapsed self during the time it took to erase the image:

His past self had completely fallen into a coma; he was completely unaware of Diavolo's presence and would not trigger any paradoxes.

"So, the goal is to ensure he escapes safely, just as I remember, without realizing he was rescued."

"The sewers outside the Colosseum are indeed the best option."

Diavolo's expression grew increasingly astonished:

"Did I actually hide myself in the sewer?"

Thinking of this, he was both shocked and helpless, carrying his past self as he hurriedly fled the Colosseum.

Stepping out of the Colosseum, not far away lies the sewer that left such a deep impression on Diavolo.

Opening the manhole cover, a fragrant aroma wafts out.

It was the same time, and the same sewer.

Diavolo felt an instinctive wave of nausea, and a nightmarish memory, like a cockroach swarming from a dark corner, scurried out.

"Ugh!" He suppressed his discomfort, hesitated for a moment, and finally threw his past self into the sewer with his own hands.

The water splashed and then returned to calm.

Diavolo then carefully put the manhole cover back on for himself.

"That way, my past memories won't be wrong."

After replacing the manhole cover, Diavolo fell into deep thought again:

"I saved my past self and intersected with my past self, but it did not cause any paradox."

"I see. I understand now!"

"Time is a cycle, like Ouroboros has no beginning and no end."

"My being here from the future is part of the 'past.'"

"If I hadn't happened to travel back in time and saved myself, I probably would have died on the night of March 27th."

"I have already been influenced by the future without my knowledge, but I am unaware of it!"

Diavolo finally figured out the mechanism and principle of this time travel.

But he was so engrossed in thinking that he didn't notice anything amiss.

As he stood by the manhole cover, lost in thought, not far away...

A man with an invincible expression on his face was walking briskly toward him.