Uplifting Journey

The noon sun was a bit glaring. At the gate of a heavy brick-and-stone prison that looked like an ancient castle, a heavily armed prison guard stood loosely under the shadow of the raised watchtower on the top of the city wall. Wandering around on the flat ground, it seems to be wandering in the sky.

Without any warning, a man with long crimson hair appeared not far from the prison gate. The prison guard who was drawn to his attention was stunned for a moment, and then blinked vigorously - he didn't see clearly who this man was. How did it appear.

"Hey! Stop!" Seeing the red-haired man staggering, he steadied his body and walked towards this side. The prison guard subconsciously raised the submachine gun in his hand and pressed his thumb on the safety. "This is a prison! You"

The red-haired man looked up.

A pair of bloodshot eyes full of hysteria made the prison guard who saw the face of the visitor miss a beat. In a sense of unspeakable fear, he instinctively raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the safety.

Then, the scene in front of him suddenly changed to the prison gate that should have been behind him, and the red-haired man was facing away from him, inserting the key that was originally hanging on his waist into the gate.

The belated sharp pain spread from the neck, and the horrible numbness like losing his body made the prison guard look down, and then he saw his heels.

The muffled sound of the human body falling, together with the piercing alarm sounded.

Diablo, who was walking towards the inside of the prison, raised his head and glanced at the monitor in the corner of the ceiling: "It's really noisy."

After whispering tiredly, Diablo complied with his vague memory, and continued to go deeper into the prison amidst various shouts and actions.

His gait was sluggish and unkempt, not because of physical discomfort, but on the contrary, his body was in its undamaged, well-rested peak state.

However, his spirit has been overwhelmed.

The chaotic and fragmented memory made him almost unable to think, and the rising negative emotions under tremendous pressure made him almost crazy.

He doesn't even remember how he got through the prison gates before.

"...just just go there and get out of the way!"

The crimson arm that ordinary people couldn't see disappeared in a flash, and the prison guard standing in front of Diablo smashed a large crack on the concrete wall and died on the spot.

The prison guard aiming at the gun in the distance suddenly changed his posture in a trance, aimed at the empty corner of the wall and shot, and then his neck was broken by the red-haired man walking by.

Diablo, who didn't stop at all, came to the area of ​​the prison where serious criminals were held, and the two heavy metal railing doors twisted out of the way under the great force of the Crimson King.

Diablo, who stepped over the prison guard's body, stopped outside the deepest prison. Behind a huge organic bulletproof glass, a "giant" locked in the "prison" turned his head and was looking through the glass he.

This prison is not like a prison at all - refrigerators, air conditioners, TVs, murals, desk lamps, calendars. There are even violins, guns, and bullets. Except for the small size, this prison does not look like an ordinary house. too much difference.

And the person living in this prison, which doesn't look like a prison, is even more weird—it is an extremely large, or extremely fat giant.

The black-eyed man in yellow and wearing a red hat was half a stature taller than Diablo just sitting there. His obese body was so bloated that it was difficult to move. In terms of volume, it could almost fit seven or eight adults.

This obese giant, whose size is far beyond the capacity of the cell door, is named Polbo. He is a senior cadre of the Passion Organization and one of Diablo's rare confidantes.

There are many dark transactions involving gambling, drugs and people in the Passion Organization that are managed by Polpo, and more importantly, Polpo is a participant in the early core secret "Awakening Experiment of Substitutes" of the Passion Organization.

Diablo unearthed an arrow that could awaken a substitute from the remains of ancient civilizations, and the only arrow he kept was in Polpo's hand.

After all, the early experiments on avatar awakening required a lot of human life, and it was only natural for enthusiastic organizations to devote their brains to prison inmates and human trafficking.

There are not a few prisons bought or controlled by passionate organizations like where Polbo is. God knows how many people disappeared without a trace during the peak of the experiment of the people who were born in Risut.

Up to now, the large-scale stand-in experiments are no longer carried out, but Polpo still keeps the arrows. He follows the subtle rules explored in the experiments, and grants the qualifications to join the "trial" of the organizers according to a certain fate and fate. ——

The recommended testers must complete the trials agreed with Boerbo. The testers can use various methods to complete those harsh agreements, or violate the superficial rules, trigger the baptism of arrows and survive, so that Can be admitted to join the organization.

"...I really didn't expect to see you like this." Behind the transparent and thick glass, Bolbo stopped looking at him, took out the precious red wine from the refrigerator, and asked while pouring wine into the goblet, "I I heard about the incident in Rome, is it that lunatic Chocolat?

"Some time ago, the organization encountered various problems and suffered heavy losses. I had to take the initiative to increase the number of testers. But you have never issued a clear order. What happened? Boss?"

Consciousness temporarily regained consciousness inexplicably. Diablo rubbed his forehead, but he didn't dare to recall or disturb his mind. He said in a deep voice the words that kept echoing in his heart: "Give me the arrow!"

After pouring two glasses of wine, Polbo's hand paused for a moment, then he put a glass of wine on the small platform that connects the inside and outside of the cell, twisted the goblet with his thick fingers and took a sip: "Not now.'Promise' It's working, and the arrow won't be back until nighttime at the earliest."

"Let your trials eat shit!" Diablo, whose face was extremely unstable, twisted his face and smashed his fist on the glass. Countless cracks burst out of the tough bulletproof glass, "Call 'Black Sabbath' back Give me arrows! Immediately! Immediately!"

Polpo drank the red wine in one gulp, threw away the wine glass, squeezed his face against the cracked glass, stared at Diablo outside the wall and said seriously: "Are you insulting me?

"Trust is the most important thing. A person's credit is his most fundamental quality—I have reached an 'agreement' with today's tester, and he will complete the agreement and come to me at eleven o'clock tomorrow, or Before being killed by Black Sabbath, I will not and cannot recall my double.

"Aren't you choosing me because of my lifelong obsession with 'trust' and 'promise', my boss? Even you, it's impossible for me to violate this will."

Black Sabbath is a long-range self-discipline stand-in awakened by Polbo, with the ability to sneak and teleport in the connected shadows.

More importantly, after Borbo makes an agreement with others that is recognized by both parties and has clear conditions, Black Sabbath can have the ability to automatically track and monitor the person who made the agreement. Once the target violates the agreement, this weird substitute will come out of the shadows Reveals, suppresses the target's soul and chastises.

As a long-range self-discipline stand-in, Black Sabbath has a near-infinite range and almost no feedback to Porpo any damage. In the triggered state, the suppression of the soul is extremely powerful. When the main body cannot be found, Black Sabbath at night can be called invincible.

The content of the punishment is to pierce the soul of the target with an arrow and force the substitute to awaken.

Yes, Polpo's arrow is carried by his double. Arrows, a mysterious item, can be virtualized and manifested with a special double. If Black Sabbath does not show up, Diablo will be killed. Even without Bolbo, he would definitely not be able to get the arrow kept in Black Sabbath's body.

Even, that arrow may disappear without a trace with the collapse of the unknown Black Sabbath.

In order to ensure that the testers will experience the night of Black Sabbath in the strongest state, the trials agreed by Bolbo are generally limited to a whole day. As the boss's trusted confidant, he has no intention of not handing over the arrow, although the thing is true. It's amazing.

But now, can Diablo afford to wait?

With his memory confused, he doesn't know how long time has passed since he encountered the time-stopper, but he who keeps running away in the illusion of death knows very well that the nightmare-like enemy will never let him go, leaving him behind. There is not much time for him to breathe.

The next fatal attack, beyond the limits of the epitaph's prediction, could come at any time.

"Damn it." Diablo, who had a deep understanding of Bolbo's stubbornness, tried hard to suppress the irritability and killing intent surging in his heart. He had no choice but to dig into his memory and think about the next action he should take— —

Whether it's killing the tester to terminate the agreement, or using Bolbo's agreement ability to drag the enemy who can stop time into the attack range of Black Sabbath, more memories and thinking are required.

But as Diablo's consciousness moved, the shadow in his soul surfaced like a tarsal gangrene——

【. Poor guy, isn't it just a day? 】

The hallucinatory, familiar voice of a teenager sounded in his ears. Diablo opened his eyes and gritted his teeth to stop his current thoughts, but the ethereal and deep overlapping phantom voice still echoed in his mind.

【You are the king of this timeline, although you are constantly losing your territory, this does not affect your use of this power, as long as you accept me! 】

After Hong Zhong Dalu's soul-stirring cry, Diablo, who was covered in cold sweat, propped his hands on the smooth glass, and his mental weakness made him gasp continuously. When he recovered and raised his head, he saw the intact Undamaged bulletproof glass, and a calendar flipped to the next day in the room

And, the weird black stand-in who is spitting out an arrow behind Polpo.

【Go, Diablo, complete the arrow ceremony, let's have a good chat.】

In the old version of jojo, the scene where Platinum hits the world is really hot. There is nothing wrong with flying trains and throwing a tower. I don’t think I exaggerated the abilities of these stand-ins at all.

That's the dubbing. Don't talk about it, I don't have a soul