In a dim small room, Diavolo placed his hand on his arm. A crude bandage casually wrapped around his severed arm, blood seeping out, looking incredibly gruesome.
Pain was closing in on him.
Just a little longer. He couldn't let Torbio bear the pain yet. He needed to contact Persephone. He still needed more information.
Torbio was more resolute than him.
But Diavolo was more cunning than Torbio. Of course, it had already been said that humans have limits; the more cunning one is, the deeper one falls into a predicament.
Now Bucciarati has betrayed me, but I have also heavily damaged the Assassination Team. At least this is beneficial to me. The Assassination Team should just be a scattered mess now.
It's just that Melone transmitted the message, but a leaderless Assassination Team would be easy for Bucciarati to destroy. At least the Assassination Team can no longer do anything significant, and he still has cards up his sleeve.
The destiny he saw from Heaven's Whisper was still fundamentally correct; it predicted his daughter, and it predicted that Bucciarati would bring his daughter to him.
But now Bucciarati has actually betrayed him?! Is this also destiny?
Diavolo's weakness was even more exaggerated than he imagined. He didn't even dare to defy destiny. Only those who conform to destiny can become Emperor, because he ascended to the throne of Emperor by the manipulation of destiny.
Destiny bestowed the arrow upon him, and with the arrow came everything here.
His greed, of course, wanted to get the Heaven's Whisper in Persephone's hand, because in his opinion, Heaven's Whisper should be some kind of supernatural thing similar to an arrow, but for now, he still had to eliminate his betrayers.
A Stand is the manifestation of mental energy. As long as the mental energy remains unchanged, the Stand can fully manifest.
King Crimson appeared behind Diavolo, typing on the keyboard with his complete hands.
The flickering cursor dimmed and brightened, its green light reflected in Diavolo's double pupils.
"The king with two souls, you've come to me, presumably because Bucciarati betrayed you."
Diavolo's heart skipped a beat. He desired Heaven's Whisper even more intensely; such a thing absolutely could not fall into enemy hands. He had to firmly grasp it himself.
"Bucciarati is going to the location where the lost photos of your hometown, Olbia, were taken. They will uncover your true identity there. You will kill the last member of the Assassination Team in Olbia."
Diavolo looked at this information, worth thirty billion lira. He didn't dare disbelieve it; after all, it was thirty billion lira. By this point, there was nothing left for him to trust, yet fear still crept into his heart.
King Crimson began typing a sentence on the keyboard—"I will..." Halfway through, he deleted it. He was a true king; to harbor such worries was ludicrous.
He stared at the keyboard for a few minutes, then glanced at the green Fluorescence screen, shifting his body slightly. He then felt a pang of pain from his left arm.
So painful.
The fear in his heart completely overcame him. He typed on the keyboard:
"Will I die?"
There was no reply for a long time. After a good while, a response came:
"Fifty billion lira."
Damn it! King Crimson's fist slammed onto the desk. Cracks appeared on the desktop, but in the end, he transferred the fifty billion lira.
He had no money left. But these were minor issues. Once he killed Bucciarati and the Assassination Team, he would be completely free. Then he would go find this Persephone.
In fact, about half a month ago, when this Heaven's Whisper appeared on the dark web, no one believed it. It claimed to possess God's writings about the destinies of those who twist the world, the fated ones.
It proactively contacted Diavolo and accurately stated various things about him. At that time, Diavolo had exhausted all methods to find this Persephone, but to no avail.
He wasn't the only one; in fact, people found by Persephone all over the world couldn't trace her.
Furthermore, Persephone wasn't the only one claiming to possess Heaven's Whisper. There were many others, including The Fool found by Jotaro.
The Fool comes from the tarot cards, the first card of the tarot deck, while Persephone is the Queen of the Underworld in ancient Greek mythology. There should be more; both Persephone and The Fool claim that what they possess is not complete.
Untraceable, untraceable, even for Kujo Jotaro.
Could it be a Stand that can erase internet traces? To even speculate that the other party might have some kind of superpower indicates that their information is truly untraceable.
Fifty billion lira was deposited into a Swiss bank. Less than a minute later, Persephone replied:
"You will never die."
The flickering green cursor landed in Diavolo's eyes. He froze, then began to laugh softly, and then could no longer control his booming laughter.
"Hahahahaha!!" He stood up from his chair, clutching his stomach with one hand, revealing a twisted and ridiculous expression.
Risotto! Bucciarati! The true king is still me! Destiny is always on my side!
He had had his fill of laughter. He closed the chat window with Persephone, booked a flight to Olbia, and then contacted another pair of people he didn't want to use.
"These two," he said softly, "are scumbags even I despise, but they should be more than enough to deal with Bucciarati."
Those two scumbags would cause a lot of chaos. Diavolo even suspected they would destroy Olbia.
But let it be destroyed. He no longer needed that place. If it was his despised hometown, then everything seemed justified.
Subsequently, he booked a plane ticket to Olbia, his hometown, to begin the final decisive battle.
The final outcome of the story will surely be my victory.
A dripping sound came from the dilapidated motel bathroom, and only the flickering green screen accompanied him.
Disdaining personal pleasure, only desiring to control everything—this was Diavolo's ambition; the thought of all of Italy being under his control, and that he could make the entire country ripple with just a flick of his finger, was enough to make Diavolo incredibly excited.
He stood up from the stool, dramatically shook his cloak, and draped it over himself.
Severing my final past in my hometown is also very symbolic.
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To clarify a few points: the Assassination Team found Diavolo's true identity through his name, while the original bodyguard team did not have names. The name Diavolo was likely given to him by his birth mother, who was probably terrified and hated him, naming him Diavolo, which eventually enraged him, leading him to place her beneath the floor.
Second, Diavolo's hometown, specifically, is Olbia in Sardinia, which appeared in the original work. The location of the final battle is set in his hometown.
Third, I still remember my previous bounties, but my computer broke. It breaks every time I use it; I'm really unlucky. I want to write more but can't, only using my phone. I don't get inspiration on my phone, and writing is slow and not good. I owe about ten chapters. I plan to replace the hard drive. I will pay them back, trying to update multiple chapters at once so everyone can read the complete decisive battle.