Uplifting Journey

The deep awakening process of the stand-in's independent consciousness is not a good experience for the stand-in messenger.

Even if he had experienced it once in the past and had enough anticipation and awareness of what he was about to face, when Polnareff awakened the Requiem for the second time, his consciousness was uncontrollably lost in the soul. In the storm.

In the washing of infinite memory fragments, inadvertently, he seemed to have lived his whole life again——

The uninterrupted ten-year hard training of swordsmanship and will that began inexplicably when he was a child who had just acquired the ability to move.

After her only relative, Shirley, was brutally murdered, she embarked on a road of revenge driven by fiery anger

Across half the world, the journey to defeat the vampire Dio Brando, and a firm friendship with Jotaro and his party

With the help of his companion, Noriaki Kakyoin, the complicated emotions when he successfully avenged his sister, the grief and anger when losing three companions.

The memory fragments in the soul storm are actually far more than those that Polnareff personally experienced. There are also endless, specious memory fragments from unknown sources that blur the boundaries between the past and the future.

But all kinds of profound emotions light up Polnareff's life trajectory like beacons. After going through hardships, he finally relied on his incomparably tenacious will to survive the terrible soul storm that can distort and obliterate the mind of mortals. Recapture the senses of the real body.

As if he had just gotten out of the suffocation, Polnareff subconsciously increased his breathing while paying attention to his surroundings vigilantly, but after he reacted, he was surprised to find that he was exhaling and inhaling at the same time——

The air holes hidden under the tough cuticle of the nape of the neck continuously spray airflow, the air inhaled by the mouth and nose, through the mutated lungs that operate at a constant efficiency like an air pump, flows to the back along another trachea, and the continuous and sufficient oxygen stimulates his lungs. Body, so that his spirit can quickly get rid of the confusion and move towards high spirits.

The internal organs are wriggling in the warmth, and the bones and joints are also crackling in the itching, all of which are just like those present in the last Requiem experiment, who were affected and their bodies were alienated. The inside and outside of his body are changing Little by little, there are changes—better, but more inhuman changes.

Or rather, evolution.

Polnareff, who was not flustered, turned his head to look at the silent black double beside him——

The silence of the awakened double is actually a kind of protection for the carrier. There is a huge difference between the spirit of ordinary human beings and the double, and the end of rashly in-depth contact is not much different from that of Diablo lying on the ground.

However, now Polnareff maintains an independent consciousness. He can vaguely "see" the huge power hidden behind the double. Shallow but manageable limited exposure.

Polnareff, whose mind gradually settled down, felt the process of his body being strengthened, and murmured as if he had realized something: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years since I was a child, and I have been constantly sharpening my swordsmanship and will. It turns out that it is for today. ?"

In the past, he has been talking about insisting on practicing for a certain goal, but when he explained it to his companions, he couldn't tell what goal he persisted in when he was ignorant when he was a child.

Perhaps, like those children who said they wanted to be scientists and astronauts, he just regarded the handsome swordsman in the comic book as a dream?

But now, Polnareff knows that all his sweat and blood in the past was for today's encounter——

Do not sink.

"Difficult practice? Hahaha" The Crimson King heard Polnareff's murmur when he regained consciousness, so he laughed and said, "Polnareff, do you think that's all there is to it?"

Polnareff frowned at the red-and-white stand-in in front of him, and then glanced at Diablo lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Polnareff, Polnareff." The Crimson King smiled with deep sarcasm, "Do you know why many avatars are called 'Requiem' after awakening?

"The name itself explains what the substitute did to you substitute messengers—your life, your soul, like a piece of music with a fixed melody, was suppressed by the substitute from birth to death

"Because only the soul movement with a specific melody can be recognized and identified by the corresponding stand-in, and its power can be extended, especially those transcendents who need to lower their will and power-this is the 'destiny' in your mouth, you just She is a puppet in the hands of a double, and everything she experiences is the product of mutual choices and games between doubles."

Polnareff's body trembled, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

The crimson king who keenly caught Polnareff's vacillation laughed, and then he spread his hands and said frivolously, "You understand? It's not just the tempering of the ten years of hard practice, but what you have experienced. All the hardships you have experienced are the choices of the dark double beside you—ha, I heard that you have a sister who was brutally raped and murdered? Do you love this only relative?"

"Shut up!" The silver-haired man's gaze sharpened, and his increasingly domineering body overlapped with the pitch-black stand-in as he continued to evolve, and rushed in front of the Crimson King in an instant.

However, ordinary attacks are meaningless to King Crimson.

In an instant, the scene in front of him changed abruptly, and Polnareff found that he had stood vigilantly against the wall in another position at some point, while the Crimson King was still standing intact, looking at him mockingly. .

The only thing that proves the time leap is the blood on the ground under Diablo's body that has dropped in temperature for an instant and is close to freezing at some point.

Ni Lin's furious anger was forcibly suppressed by Polnareff's rationality after the peak passed, and he stared at the Crimson King: "What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"Isn't what I said clear enough?" The Crimson King snorted softly, "Think about it, what kind of conditions does Polnareff need to form your current personality? Huh?

"Long and arduous swordsmanship practice endows you with strength, excess competitiveness and tenacity, which is the foundation of a strong soul

"The only family member, the only concern, its existence and death, and even the subsequent revenge, all change your life and your attitude towards others

"The shame of being controlled by a monster, the dangerous battle to pursue that monster, the constant struggle on the verge of extinction, the firm friendship of life and death, and the sacrifice of your companions to save you.

"Which one is what you lack to form your current soul? The substitute beside you has a powerful power that you can't imagine, why don't you ask him from the bottom of your heart—why don't you use that terrifying power to restore you? What about the regrets in life? Couldn't he do it?"

Countless sad memories circling in his mind, Polnareff couldn't help looking at the dark double beside him, but the silver chariot Requiem, which was watched by the main body, remained silent and did not respond.

Witnessing the wavering on the silver-haired man's face, and seeing the blackness fading to reveal the unstable fluctuations of silver light, the Crimson King once again showed a malicious smile on his face: "The ruthless Marshal of Darkness will not choose to help you, But I, who has the ability to interfere with the timeline, can do it."