Chapter 124: Gin Embarks on the Path of a Super-Hero
"Only a true hero can kill Moriarty." These were the words Mo Yu had spoken himself.
And now, Shinichi Kudo truly understood them. Moriarty, as the ultimate evil and the natural predator of all life, was not an existence an ordinary person could even face.
Even Yusaku Kudo, a top-tier powerhouse in the world of deduction, was deterred by the pressure of Shinichi's pitch-black will, even suffering physiological hallucinations. The others—Inspector Megure and his men—were shaking so hard they could barely stand.
The only one truly qualified to face him was Gin, whose killing intent remained unyielding and firm even at this moment.
Back in the detention center, while drafting this murder plan in his mind, Shinichi already had this thought. When Gin first awakened his Stand, the bullet he fired had been able to pierce Moriarty's chest and damage his heart. At that time, Shinichi didn't fully understand what that represented.
But as his metamorphosis progressed, Shinichi realized: to leave a significant "wound" on the absolute evil known as Moriarty, the enemy of all life, was a feat few could achieve.
This spoke volumes of Gin's unique potential. Their subsequent battles verified this; even against an increasingly non-human Shinichi, Gin grew stronger as he fought. It made Shinichi believe that only Gin was qualified to be the "murder weapon" used to kill Moriarty.
This weapon was murderous, indestructible, and capable of walking a path and achieving feats beyond the reach of ordinary men. If it could end the absolute evil of Moriarty, how could it not be called a Hero!
Of course, this weapon was still a bit raw and needed tempering. But as the "murderer" of this play, Shinichi Kudo was ready.
Ran Mouri wanted to make one last effort to say something to him, but Shinichi merely lowered his eyes. His terrifying pitch-black will erupted, spreading outward as a crushing majesty.
The entire amusement park seemed to suffocate. Ran found herself unable to speak. Every tourist, officer, and even Kogoro Mouri felt an infinite horror grinding down upon them. Within this horror, countless deaths played out in their minds: burned, hanged, stabbed, beaten, fallen, poisoned...
These bizarre death scenes weren't just hallucinations. As an Inspector of the Major Crimes Unit, Megure had handled countless cases. He saw familiar scenes in these visions and realized with horror why Shinichi called himself a "monster."
Every sin that had ever occurred in the mortal realm, every drop of blood shed, followed him, becoming a part of Shinichi and manifesting through his presence.
That was the true form of Moriarty! The convergence of all sin and its source! The most terrifying monster in heaven and earth, for it was the Unpardonable Absolute Evil.
Nearby, Gin was also covered by this terrifying will. But unlike the others, Gin stood tall and steady, though his heart was shaken. Shinichi was even more horrifying than before.
If the Shinichi at the start of the hunt was just a troublesome psychic, and the one mid-fight was becoming non-human, then now, the word "monster" failed to describe him. He was approaching the state Gin had once glimpsed:
An "Evil God" with a body made of sin, ruling over all death.
This wasn't baseless speculation. The pitch-black will manifested countless death scenes in everyone's minds. For the weak, it was just fear. But Gin's combat instincts were sharper; he realized these scenes were not just "illusions."
They were mental projections that were restlessly trying to pull at his soul. As Gin sensed this, the mental pull spiked. His vision spun, and when he came to, he found himself in a narrow alley. His clothes and physique had changed.
Before he could react, two people walked into the alley. The leader was tall with waist-length silver hair, looking cold and murderous in a black trench coat and fedora. The other was burly, wearing sunglasses—a man of pure malice.
They were "Gin" and Vodka!
Gin watched his other self approach. Before he could move, the other Gin pulled a gun and said coldly:
"The Organization is disappointed in you..."
Bang! The shot rang out. Gin was hit in the heart. His strength drained away with his blood. Collapsed on the ground, he watched the other "Gin" and Vodka turn and leave the alley without looking back.
Gin suddenly remembered: this happened months ago! He and Vodka had gone to "clean up" a peripheral member who had botched a mission.
His thoughts could go no further. Coldness and emptiness surged over his senses. His final thought was: "Ah... so this is what it feels like to be shot?"
In a blink, Gin found himself back in the park. Shinichi still stood atop the roller coaster tracks, radiating the will that terrified all life.
"Hmph. Shinichi Kudo... is this your first 'cry' to the world upon your true descent? It's quite grating on the ears..."
Perhaps by a stroke of inspiration, or some other reason, Gin understood what had just happened. In that moment of further evolution, Moriarty's authority had surged. The collection of all sin hadn't just radiated pressure—He had opened his "Mouth."
The sound from that "Mouth" wasn't a physical vibration mortals could hear, but a more fundamental, sinister spiritual voice. Through it, He vividly narrated stories echoing from the past: criminal cases where victims died in myriad ways.
It was like the old Shinichi, tirelessly explaining cases to Ran. But now, there was no pride or showing off—only a malice mortals could not bear. Everyone, whether they understood the words or not, was pulled into the "re-enactment" of these crimes. They experienced the horror as the victims.
If He continued, the result was obvious. That spoken malice, repeating without beginning or end, would swallow everyone until they died of brain death within the infinite loops of murder.
And Gin knew this was just the beginning. If the "Evil God" Shinichi left this park alive, the world would face a catastrophe. A shadowy silhouette with a mad, malicious smile walking the world... no defense could stop his steps. He could see everything; no one could hide. His right hand would forge any weapon of slaughter; his left would weave dramas of accidental death.
Later, it might be a greeting over the phone, a post on a forum, or a specific word in a conversation—all carrying the malice of Moriarty's "Mouth," spreading mass death across the globe.
As if gifted with foresight, these images flowed through Gin's mind. He knew Moriarty could do it, and wanted to do it.
Gin looked up, his gaze colliding with Shinichi's. He realized where this "foresight" came from. It was a "narration" Shinichi had directed specifically at him.
"The world is burning. Gin, do you like this scenery?"
The silent question echoed in Gin's heart. It wasn't the first time he'd faced it. The last time, Moriarty had blown up his Porsche. Gin hadn't expected that the second time, Moriarty would be threatening to blow up the entire world.
Despite the change in scale, Gin's emotion was the same. A rage like never before rose within him. He was a killer, but he had a life. His love for his Porsche was just a glimpse of that. Now, his private life was to be buried in Moriarty's sea of fire.
But the rage didn't show on his face. Gin reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten his pack.
This felt wrong to a veteran smoker like Gin. But in a twist of fate, a battered Vodka arrived via frame-skip and stood by his side.
"Big Brother... casualties are heavy. Not many of us left..."
Seeing Vodka alive, Gin's cold eyes flickered with a trace of emotion. He wasn't one for sentiment, though. He reached out:
"Smoke!"
Vodka blinked. As the loyal partner, he always carried a pack, even if Gin was too cautious to normally accept cigarettes from others. He handed one over. "Big Brother, let's retreat and regroup!"
Gin lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he said:
"Vodka... if I were to hunt this monster even at the cost of my life, for the sake of the world... would I look like a... Hero?"
Vodka stared for a long time. He never expected to hear those words from Gin. He looked at the horrifying Shinichi, then at the fire in Gin's eyes. Finally, he shook his head.
"No, Big Brother. You don't look like a hero..."
Gin didn't care. He started walking forward, cigarette in mouth.
But Vodka's voice called out from behind:
"Because, Big Brother... you are a true Super-Hero right now!"
Gin paused for a second. He let out an ambiguous grunt and muttered inaudibly:
"As if there's a super-hero with hands as bloody as mine."
Shinichi stood atop the tracks. His absolute evil was spreading, his "Mouth" infecting everything. The weak were kneeling; the strong, like Yusaku, were trapped in the mental crime loops. Everyone had become a mere spectator. They watched as the man in the black trench coat walked toward the entity deeper than darkness.
"Gin... as a Hero defending the world, you should be blessed by the masses. Thus, it is very reasonable that you can kill me—the Moriarty—and restore peace and light to the world..."
Shinichi spoke aloud to the heavens and the people, declaring his will. Boundless darkness radiated from his left hand, weaving threads through all phenomena.
Even Death must die. This was the fate Shinichi had written for himself.
"Of course, to tear through such darkness, you will burn your friendships and bonds, and pay with your life. Therefore, you will die here. This is also very, very reasonable."
Is it reasonable? Gin didn't care. The killing intent in Shinichi's eyes had never wavered. The Distillery had to be buried with his death.
Gin's Stand, the Black Dragon, roared and coiled around him, merging into his body. As a Saint of Slaughter, Gin had grown stronger through battle. He had touched a new possibility: Stand and User as one.
Gin shifted into a draconic-humanoid form. He took a final drag of the cigarette. The half-burnt tobacco mutated in his hand, transforming into a gun. He said flatly:
"Do I look like a man with 'friendships and bonds'?"
Shinichi gave a mad smile. "How can a Brave who kills Moriarty not have bonds? Therefore, I say you do!"
The murder show reached its climax. Dark threads coiled around Gin—a blessing and a curse—granting him a specific status: "The Murder Weapon to Slay Moriarty."
In the next instant, Vodka let out a grunt behind him. Gin looked back. Vodka's fortune-Stand dissolved into black qi, surging into Gin's body as raw power. And it didn't stop there. From further away, even more power was being forcibly siphoned into him!
This was the authority Shinichi had once used, now granted to Gin.
The entire fortune of the Distillery was concentrated into one man!
Only such a "Murder Weapon" could slay Moriarty. And only then could Shinichi ensure the total annihilation of the Organization he had created.
End of Chapter
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