A Death Too Horrific to Describe

Today, March 26th.

That afternoon, at 3:11 PM.

In a dimly lit alley in Naples.

Diavolo has just been attacked unexpectedly by a round stone.

The owner of the stone told him that its name was "Rolling Stones".

"Rolling Stones?"

Diavolo pinned the sculptor, Scarlet, the very embodiment of the Rolling Stones, firmly to the alleyway wall:

"In the end, this is still a substitute you released!"

He had come to believe that Scarlet was an assassin who had plotted to kill him.

That strange stone was the guy's substitute, a deadly weapon.

But Scarlet hurriedly denied it:

No, no, no

Michelangelo, who shone brightly during the Renaissance, once said:

"When I'm carving marble, I have no ideas in my mind. I never think about what shape I want to carve the stone into because the stone itself already shows how it should be carved. All I do is take that shape out of the stone."

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Diavolo fell silent for a moment.

The King Crimson suddenly grabbed the other person's neck:

Speak like a human being!

"Cough cough."

Scarlet coughed as he was choked.

What I mean is...

"I have absolutely no way to command the Rolling Stones; it acts entirely according to its own will."

"It is the Stone of Destiny!"

"It can sense the fate of a dying person and will carve itself into the shape of that dying person's fate—that is, the shape of their death."

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He described in detail the Rolling Stones' capabilities.

It turns out that the so-called Rolling Stones is actually a death bird, a prophetic machine, and it even comes with the special service of early euthanasia.

Diavolo fell silent again.

This time, what was brewing in the silence was an endless rage:

"You bastard!"

"You reckless fool, what you just said..."

"Am I, the invincible Diavolo, the Dark Emperor who controls all of Italy, about to die?!"

"That's right."

Scarlet's voice was very calm:

"Since the Rolling Stones have come looking for you, it means you're going to die soon."

"It's fate."

"Nonsense!!"

Diavolo roared in fury:

"A predetermined fate?"

"A sculpted depiction of death?"

"Your useless stone substitute was completely destroyed by me long ago!"

"It wasn't carved into anything at all; I just smashed it into powder, and it's now floating in the air!"

"What sculpture? What destiny!"

"This"

Upon hearing Diavolo's somewhat outburst, Scarlet's expression changed drastically:

"You, you just said..."

"After the Rolling Stones came to you, did it crumble into dust without carving anything?"

"That's right!" Diavolo said bitterly, "I don't believe in any future death or predetermined fate!"

Faced with Diavolo's increasingly frantic roar, Scarlet's tone even held a hint of pity:

"I'm sorry. I've never seen this situation before."

"But since the Rolling Stones have come looking for you, it means you're definitely going to die soon."

"And the fact that it was completely destroyed before it could depict your death is probably because..."

Scarlet swallowed hard, his voice filled with shock:

"Your death was so tragic that it cannot be expressed by the art of 'sculpture'."

About two hours after the Rolling Stones appeared.

In the harbor warehouse by the sea, Diavolo finally understood what fate was.

He never understood what "a death that even sculptures cannot describe" meant. Did it mean turning into ashes or crumbling into powder?

And now, Diavolo knows:

His death was caused by the power of time completely erasing him from this world.

Because he violated the rules of time, he became a system vulnerability that had to be fixed.

Diavolo is now like a web novel section describing his lower body, disappearing under the influence of some indescribable great force.

Not even a speck of ash would remain, as if this man named Diavolo had never existed.

Sculptures naturally cannot depict a corpse that does not exist.

"Aaaaaah!"

Diavolo roared in terror.

Actually, the process of disappearing was not painful; it was similar to the experience of becoming invisible before he traveled through time.

The Ouroboros's journey through time is exactly like this:

First, it vanishes into nothingness under the transformation of the power of spacetime, then enters the river of time in some indescribable form, and finally returns to the past through the river of time, where it re-condenses into a human body.

But now, Diavolo could inexplicably sense:

I am simply disappearing.

An irresistible force was dragging him into the river of time.

This time, however, he will not travel to the past, nor will he ever return.

"No. No!"

"Don't come near me!!"

Diavolo roared madly at the indescribable power.

But the rules of time cannot be violated, and his ethereal and transparent body eventually returned to nothingness.

Like a photograph with its transparency set to 100%, Diavolo has completely vanished from this world.

The next moment.

The next moment.

Li Qing waited cautiously for a few seconds, but Diavolo did not reappear as he had when he traveled through time before.

This time, he didn't travel to the past using the power of time and space; instead, he was taken away by the power of time and space forever.

Previously, it was a process of getting on the bus, taking a ride, getting off the bus, and then taking another bus back.

Now, once you get on the bus, the doors are welded shut, and you can never get off.

"Diavolo is dead."

Li Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

Actually, some of what he said was not entirely accurate:

Diavolo was completely transformed into a form that could exist in the dimension of time, and was forever imprisoned in the river of time.

He might live a long time, maybe forever.

After all, the concept of time may not even exist in the dimension of time.

In a sense, Diavolo gained immortality in that time prison.

But for Li Qing, and for the world:

Diavolo is indeed dead.

His existence has been completely erased from the world.

Perhaps he still lives in the dimension of time, but how can humans understand what the dimension of time looks like?

The river of time—but is time really a river? It's just a description forced upon us by our limited imagination.

Forever trapped in that incomprehensible, indescribable, and unobservable dimension of time.

Without a doubt, Diavolo is dead.

His death was indescribable.

Because no one can describe existence within a time dimension.

"It's all over."

"Diavolo, farewell."

Li Qing emerged victorious.

He took one last look at the spot where Diavolo had disappeared, where there was no trace of his existence.

Then, Li Qing carefully hid deep inside the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, Li Qing and Diavolo were dealing with the ravenous Meat Mountain.

Li Qing then carefully hid in the warehouse, waiting for all the turmoil to subside.

Soon

In the past, Li Qing led the Meat Mountain toward the sea.

He will encounter General Colt here, and General Colt will contact the SPW Foundation, ultimately leading Jotaro to personally travel to Rome.

Diavolo, in his past life, also took the opportunity to quietly leave.

He will temporarily hide in the shadows to recover from his injuries, and after the tech group is destroyed, he will head to Rome to make his final stand as the organization's boss.

The story has ended.

And the story is just beginning.

Li Qing watched the two main characters, one good and one evil, depart before cautiously leaving the warehouse.

He temporarily lost his goal and bid farewell to the ever-present danger.

Therefore, Li Qing directly deactivated the datafication.

He walked aimlessly to the shore, gazing at the azure sea before him.

At this moment, a grand scene, even more Hollywood-like than Hollywood itself, is unfolding at sea:

The enormous Meat Mountain raced across the sea, stirring up towering, turbulent waves.

Countless shells and missiles are hurtling towards it, like meteors falling from the sky.

Beyond the gray-black sky, above the azure sea, there were scattered flames and lights everywhere.

"What a grand scene."

Li Qing couldn't help but marvel at the incredibly magnificent scene before him.

Such a stunning and magnificent scene is the perfect way to conclude the story.

Just then, a crisp ringtone came from the cell phone in Li Qing's arms.

The call was answered quickly:

"Hello? Was that you who just called me?"

"It's so late, is there anything I can help you with?"

Rohan Kishibe's familiar voice came from the loudspeaker.

His tone carried a hint of displeasure.

After all, it's past 1 a. m. where he is, and nobody likes someone who bombards them with phone calls in the middle of the night.

Even though Rohan Kishibe hadn't been sleeping but was focused on conceiving a manga, Li Qing's rather rude behavior was enough to offend him.

But this aversion is only temporary.

Li Qing's words quickly piqued his interest:

"Rohan Kishibe."

"I have an interesting story to tell you."

"Story?"

Rohan Kishibe did not consider Li Qing to be mentally ill because of his strange behavior of calling to tell stories in the middle of the night.

He simply picked up a pen and paper from the table and said calmly:

"Please speak. I hope you're not here to harass or cause trouble."

"Haha, don't worry."

Li Qing smiled meaningfully:

"This story will definitely not disappoint you."