Another Enemy

Fugo was afraid of death, very afraid.

He would never have betrayed the organization if Li Qing hadn't pointed a gun at his head.

That was the Passion Organization that ruled the entire country, and its mysterious boss who had been unmatched for over a decade. Fugo simply couldn't comprehend it:

Whether it's Bucciarati or Li Qing, how dare they so decisively raise the flag of rebellion against their boss?

That can kill people.

Really

Just three minutes after being coerced into joining the rebels, this righteous army, which had raised the banner of "acting on behalf of Heaven," was almost completely wiped out by the boss's Royal Guard.

At this critical moment of life and death, the only one who could think of a way to break the deadlock was this "coward" who was forced to join the team.

Is fate playing a cruel joke on me?

Fugo was both amused and exasperated, and at the same time, deeply conflicted:

He did come up with a plan, but it would put him in a deadly situation before he could subdue the enemy.

What if the enemy kills you with their first blow?

What if the enemy attacks too quickly and you don't get any blood?

What if the enemy doesn't use a knife, but instead picks up a gun from the ground?

There are just too many variables. This is undoubtedly courting death, gambling with one's life for a minuscule chance of survival.

As a smart man, Fugo genuinely didn't want to put himself in danger.

But

"Even something as stupid as this has to be done sometimes."

For some reason, Fugo thought of what Li Qing had said before he took the risk.

He had known Li Qing for less than ten minutes in total, but Li Qing's figure, who had risked entering the enemy's range, had already left a deep impression on him.

The words echoed in his mind, and before him stood Bucciarati, the close friend who had once saved him and was now on the countdown to his death.

So in the end, Fugo went from being a "coward" to a "fool".

"This is a scheme I'm risking my life for."

"It has already been declared a success!"

Fugo glared angrily at Fernando with his bloodshot eyes.

Fernando has already lost.

Hot blood gushing from Fugo's body covered half of his body, and the residual killer virus contained in the blood mercilessly penetrated his skin.

Without the restraint of antibodies, this terrifying virus rapidly multiplied in Fernando's new host's body.

His bodily functions were severely damaged in an instant, and the skin that came into direct contact with Fugo's blood immediately began to rot and fester.

At this time...

For some reason, the serious injuries that Li Qing had previously inflicted on him suddenly flared up at this moment, like a flood bursting its banks.

"Ah!!"

"My... my hand!"

Fernando was like a high-ping warrior who had suddenly recovered from a lag, and he suddenly remembered his hand that had been crippled by Li Qing.

The excruciating pain of muscles being torn apart and bones being shattered instantly surged into Fernando's brain, causing him to nearly faint on the spot.

Consciousness was barely maintained, but the mind could no longer concentrate.

"Time Flies," that is, the small blackboard that floated behind Fernando, soon vanished as its owner's spirit collapsed.

The Stand ability has been dispelled.

"Where am I?" Bucciarati suddenly put down his newspaper.

"What am I doing?" Giorno threw away the remote control.

"Just look at one," Li Qing suddenly regained his senses from half a minute ago. "Eye?"

"She's awake?!"

The three of them exclaimed in unison.

Then, they instinctively looked around, searching for Fernando's whereabouts.

"Stop looking, cough cough."

"I've already taken care of it."

Fugo coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty.

He clutched his bleeding stomach and struggled to sit up straight from the ground.

Meanwhile, Fernando, whose viral infection had recurred and whose pain had returned to normal, collapsed beside him, pale-faced.

"Ha ha."

"Bucciarati, I already told you that betraying the boss would get you into trouble, didn't I?"

Fugo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled weakly:

"You see, if it weren't for me, none of us would have made it through these few minutes."

"H-We've already won?"

Bucciarati and Giorno, who had been slacking off the whole time, couldn't help but show their delight. Li Qing, who had even thought of his last words before completely losing focus, was even more surprised by this reversal of fortune.

"Yes."

"We've already won."

Fugo took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Fernando, who was slumped on the ground beside him:

At this point, Fernando was already out of breath.

But noticing Fugo's arrogant gaze as a victor, he still mustered his last strength and glared back fiercely:

"Damn it!"

"I actually got defeated by a piece of trash like you, a 'student'."

"Student?"

"Still playing house? What a pathetic guy."

Fugo sighed softly, quite moved, and then suddenly blurted out two numbers:

"1/2, 3."

Fernando strained his eyes to stare:

"What are you talking about? What do those two numbers mean?!"

"You've forgotten yourself?"

"That's really something."

Fugo shrugged and said casually:

"Answer."

"This is the answer to that math problem you casually mentioned when you were playing the teacher."

"X1 = 1/2, X2 = 3."

"Sorry, this quadratic equation is just too simple, I couldn't help but solve it as well."

After saying this, Fernando suddenly fell into a long silence.

Whether it was due to physical pain or psychological factors, his body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

Tears welled up and eventually condensed into a single drop that quietly slid down her cheek.

Fernando then began to sob with emotion:

"Oh, that's the answer. It's the answer."

"So, you were listening to my lecture. There are people who actually want to listen to my lectures."

What I said wasn't... it wasn't that boring, was it?

"."

Fugo hesitated for a moment, almost uttering some very hurtful words.

But somehow, the enemy's tears before death stirred some unnecessary compassion in him:

"Well, it's alright."

"Waaaaaah!"

Fernando's tears flowed like a burst dam.

The middle-aged man, who was about to die, cried out like a newborn baby.

Thank you. Thank you.

"I've finally got a student."

He finally murmured "thank you," and there was not a trace of hatred for Fugo in his eyes.

Fugo remained silent, watching his enemy slowly die amidst the gruesome sight of his flesh decaying and his body rotting.

And just then...

Fernando suddenly uttered a strained cry in his hoarse, decaying throat:

"Careful!"

"Stay away from me!"

"Kindness?"

Fugo paused for a moment, then instinctively moved a little further away.

However, he had only moved an inch away when a strange, young voice suddenly rang out beside him:

"Cut"

"How ruthless, Fernando."

"I'm almost killed by the virus you inhaled, and you still remind him?"

"Who is it?!"

Fugo was so terrified that his hair stood on end, and he immediately looked down in the direction of the sound.

This one glance made his face grow even paler:

The speaker was not someone else, nor a person, but a soft, wet-looking lump of flesh.

The lump of flesh had somehow attached itself to Fugo's body, and even secretly stuffed a part of its own body into the bleeding wound in his abdomen.

Throughout this entire process, Fugo remained completely unaware.

"It's too late."

The mass of flesh writhed, and a man's face emerged from it:

"I have found the 'entrance' and now I will enter your body."

"Cough cough."

"The virus is really scary; even I, a 'resident', have been affected."

"But."

The face on the lump of flesh grinned wickedly:

"You have antibodies in your body, right, little one?"

PS: Substitute Panel

Stand name – "Parasite"

The original body— Orlanto Blue

Destructive power: E

Speed: C

Range: E

Endurance: A

Motion precision: E

Growth potential: E

Ability: The Stand is the user, and the user is the Stand. Its appearance is a fleshy blob with a human face.

It can enter the human body through wounds and completely fuse with the host's flesh and blood.

Once successfully parasitized, it can perfectly control the host's body, manipulating the host's organ activity, fluid secretion, and nerve signal transmission. It can even forcibly remove muscle restrictions, temporarily granting the host strength beyond human limits.