Movie Protagonist

With the goal of defeating Diavolo, Li Qing and Giorno officially became allies.

At the same time, the well of lava was completely sealed by them.

"Let's go."

"The American convoy will arrive soon, let's leave here and find a safe place to talk slowly."

Li Qing motioned for Giorno to leave, and Giorno quickly nodded and followed.

But just then, an unwelcome guest suddenly appeared in their path.

"You?"

Staring at the social youth blocking the road on his motorcycle, Li Qing frowned deeply.

His expression was not good: to save this reckless and stubborn guy, he had almost risked Giorno's life just now.

"Looking for a motorcycle?"

Li Qing pointed to the ground, which was a mess after being crushed by chunks of flesh: "Here, go dig around in the dirt."

"Haha."

The social youth chuckled, completely devoid of the ferocity and anger he had shown when he was chasing them with a gun earlier.

He didn't mention his stolen motorcycle and phone at all. Instead, with a complex gaze filled with excitement, curiosity, and longing, he deeply observed Li Qing and Giorno:

"Hello, my name is Guido Mista."

"I'm 16, a freelancer, my hobby is watching movies, and I hate anything related to the number '4'."

After finishing his self-introduction in a self-absorbed manner, this man named Mista excitedly extended his hand to Li Qing and Giorno:

"You guys are..."

"Like the superpowered people in the movies, right?"

Li Qing and Giorno remained silent in tacit understanding, neither of them reaching for Mista's outstretched hand.

But Mista didn't seem to notice the subtle and awkward atmosphere at all.

He excitedly looked at Li Qing: "One can fly and burrow underground."

Then he looked at Giorno: "One can summon golden warriors and manipulate plants."

"In short, I saw the entire battle with that terrifying chunk of flesh just now!"

"So 'saving the world' and all that wasn't just an excuse you made up to steal cars—it's all real!"

"You guys are the superheroes saving the world in the movies!"

"Wait..." Li Qing and Giorno sensed something was wrong: "Golden warrior? Flesh? You can see Stands?"

"Stands? What are Stands?"

Mista retorted with a completely unpretentious tone.

"You don't have a Stand?"

Li Qing tried to explain the existence of Stands in a way that was easy to understand:

"It's like 'Pokémon' you can play on a Game Boy. A Stand is pretty much a 'creature' that you can summon, that obeys your commands, and possesses some kind of special ability."

"Only Stand Users, who have Stands, can see other people's Stands."

"Huh? I don't have anything like that..."

Mista replied blankly:

"I don't know why, but suddenly I could see that massive chunk of flesh, and that 'golden warrior' floating beside you."

"But..."

He savored Li Qing's previous explanation, and his eyes instantly lit up:

"If what you're saying is true, then I... I'm actually a superpowered person like you, right?"

"I see! I couldn't see them before, but then suddenly I could—I must have awakened some kind of superpower!"

"Uh..."

Li Qing and Giorno exchanged glances. They roughly understood the current situation:

This delinquent named Mista in front of them was clearly a novice Stand User who had just awakened his Stand abilities and had no idea he possessed them.

"Just grabbing anyone on the street turns out to be a Stand User..."

Li Qing sighed helplessly:

"Are Stand Users like magnets that attract each other?"

"I've only been here for half a day and I've already encountered..."

He looked at Mista, roughly counting the Stand Users he had encountered since his transmigration:

"One, two... three. Four."

"Huh?"

Mista, like a mouse smelling a cat, shivered at the number 'four': "Could I be the fourth one?"

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Li Qing gave him a strange look: "No, you're the fifth."

"That's a relief."

Mista suddenly relaxed, then unceremoniously sidled up to Li Qing and Giorno, asking with anticipation:

"Tell me, do I also have superpowers?"

"If I had superpowers, why wouldn't I have noticed by now?"

"Can you teach me how to use this superpower?"

"Can I also participate in saving the world?"

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A string of irritating questions spilled from Mista's mouth, like a blaring loudspeaker with its switch stuck open.

At this moment, this 16-year-old boy, who usually idled around with nothing to do and found his greatest joy in watching movies, suddenly discovered that he, too, might be able to go from ordinary to extraordinary, from a passerby to the protagonist, just like in the movies.

Yes, from Mista's perspective, he was now the absolute protagonist of a movie:

A 16-year-old delinquent, a troublemaker looked down upon by the world, his ordinary life shattered by a sudden, extraordinary encounter. Not only could he see giant monsters invisible to ordinary people, he'd stumbled upon superpower users fighting monsters, and he himself had seemingly awakened some special ability.

This script was too good not to be made into a movie.

And Li Qing and Giorno, these two strangers who were superpower users, were clearly the "guides" from the beginning of the movie who would lead the protagonist onto the path of the extraordinary and act as nannies and mentors along the way.

Especially Li Qing, the bald guy…

In a Hollywood movie, that look screamed "Oriental monk who masters mysterious qi gong"!

And so…

Under Mista's incredibly expectant gaze, the reaction of the two "guides" was:

"No time."

"The fact that you can see Stands means you've already awakened an ability."

"Figure it out yourself with your own time, don't bother others."

Giorno, only 13 years old, lectured Mista, who was three years his senior, in a mature-beyond-his-years tone, dismissively.

"Don't look at me."

"Are we that familiar?"

Li Qing's answer was much more concise.

He merely glanced at Mista before preparing to gesture for Giorno to leave.

Li Qing, who had never even heard of this "extra" and didn't even know what his Stand ability was, was currently being hunted and had no interest in wasting time on him.

"Hey, hey…"

Mista was somewhat disappointed by the cold attitude of Li Qing and Giorno:

"Don't go!"

"Can't you teach me how to master this Stand ability?!"

Saying this, he acted like stubborn gum, blocking Li Qing and Giorno's path again on his motorcycle.

"What do you want?"

Li Qing frowned and said very seriously:

"Let me be clear, I'm doing something extremely dangerous right now."

"If you get too close to me, you could get caught up in it, or even die—just like just now."

He wasn't joking at all.

Assassins sent by Diavolo could appear at any moment. If this unreliable rookie got too close, he could easily get dragged into it.

And in Li Qing's eyes, Mista was just a clueless bystander who didn't know his place. He didn't think Mista could survive such a level of battle, unlike Giorno, who was a natural protagonist.

He was ignoring Mista because he genuinely cared for the guy.

However, upon hearing Li Qing's solemn warning, Mista became even more excited:

"Extremely dangerous things?"

"Exactly… that's it, just like in the movies!"

"Senpai!"

He excitedly said to Li Qing: "Take me with you!"

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Li Qing and Giorno were speechless for a moment, then tacitly averted their gazes and walked around Mista, continuing forward.

"Wait a moment!"

Mista caught up to them again.

Li Qing and Giorno continued to ignore him, silently taking a detour.

Mista caught up a third time, blocking their path with his motorcycle laid out horizontally:

"How can you just leave like this!"

This time, he was a little unhappy:

"Considering my phone and motorcycle were stolen, shouldn't you at least give me some 'compensation'?!"

"This motorcycle?"

Li Qing seemed genuinely persuaded, nodding thoughtfully.

"What?" Giorno asked, confused. "Do you really want to waste time on him?"

"No, no, no," Li Qing shook his head. "I just thought of something."

"What is it?"

"He just reminded me,"

Li Qing grinned, looking at the brand new motorcycle under Mista.

"On the run, it's quite inconvenient without transportation."

A few seconds later...

Li Qing and Giorno rode off on the motorcycle.

Mista, clutching the revolver he hadn't even managed to raise, fell dizzily to the ground.