Chapter 338: Indescribable Death
Today, March 26th.
This afternoon, at 15:11.
In a dark alley in Naples.
Diablo had just suffered an unexpected attack by a round stone.
The owner of the stone told him that the name of the stone was: [Rolling Stone]
"The Rolling Stones?"
Diablo pressed the sculptor named Sklibi, who was also the real body of Rolling Stone, firmly against the wall of the alley:
"After all, this is still a substitute you released!"
He had already regarded Sklibi as an assassin who was trying to murder him.
And that strange stone is that guy's substitute and a deadly weapon.
But Sklibi hurriedly denied it:
“No, no, no…”
"Michelangelo, who shone during the Renaissance, once said this."
"I didn't have any idea in my mind when I was carving marble. I never thought about what shape I wanted to carve the stone into... because the stone itself already showed the shape of how it should be carved, and all I did was to take that shape out of the momentum..."
“…”
Diablo was silent for a while.
The Crimson King suddenly grabbed the opponent's neck:
"Speak human language!"
“Ahem…”
Scribe was pinched and started coughing:
"I mean..."
"I can't give [the Stones] orders at all. They act completely on their own accord."
"It's the Stone of Destiny! "
"It senses the fate of the dying person, and carves itself into the 'shape of the dying person's fate' - that is, the way he dies."
“…”
He described in detail the Stones' abilities.
It turns out that this so-called Rolling Stone is actually a death bird, a prophecy machine, and it also comes with a special service of early euthanasia.
Diablo fell silent again.
This time, what was brewing in the silence was endless anger:
"Asshole!"
"You ignorant fellow, you just said..."
"I, the invincible Diablo, the dark emperor who controls all of Italy, am about to die?!"
"Yes..."
Sklibi's voice was very calm:
"Since [the Rolling Stones] have come looking for you, it means you will die soon."
"This is fate..."
“Nonsense!!”
Diablo roared in anger:
"Is the fate already determined?"
"A carved death?"
"I have completely destroyed your useless stone substitute!"
"It didn't carve out anything at all. I smashed it into powder and it floated away in the air!"
"Where is the carving? Where is the destiny!"
"this…"
Hearing Diavolo's somewhat inappropriate roar, Scribe's face suddenly changed:
"You, you just said..."
"After [Rolling Stone] came to you, it was shattered into powder without carving anything?"
"That's right!" Diablo said bitterly, "What future death...what predetermined fate...I don't believe it!"
Facing Diavolo's faintly crazy roar, Scribe's tone actually showed a bit of pity:
"I'm sorry. I've never seen this happen before."
"But... since [The Rolling Stones] are looking for you, it means you will definitely die in the near future."
"And it was completely destroyed without carving out your death. That's probably because..."
Scribe swallowed his saliva and said in a shocked tone:
"The way you died is so tragic that it cannot be expressed by the art of carving."
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About two hours after the [Rolling Stones] came out.
In the port warehouse by the sea, Diablo finally understood what fate was.
He never understood what "a look of death that even sculptures cannot describe" meant. Did it mean turning into ashes or powder?
And now, Diablo knows:
The way he died was that he was completely erased from this world by the power of time.
Because he violated the rules of time, he became a system loophole that had to be fixed.
Diablo was now like a paragraph in an online article describing the area below the chest, disappearing under the influence of some indescribable great force.
Not even a speck of ash would be left, as if the man named Diablo had never existed.
Of course, a sculpture cannot depict a body that does not exist.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Diablo screamed in fear.
In fact, the process of disappearing was not painful. It was similar to the experience of the virtualization process before he traveled through time and space.
The process of crossing the Ouroboros is like this:
It first vanishes under the transformation of the power of time and space, then enters the long river of time in some indescribable form, and finally returns to the past through the long river of time, and re-condenses a human body in the past.
But now, Diablo could inexplicably feel:
I am simply disappearing.
There was some irresistible force dragging him into the long river of time.
And this time, he will not travel back to the past, and he will never come back.
“Don’t…don’t…”
"Don't come near me!!"
Diablo howled wildly at the indescribable power.
But the rules of time cannot be violated, and his ethereal and transparent body eventually returned to nothingness.
Just like a photo with the transparency adjusted to 100%, Diablo completely disappeared from this world.
The next moment...
The next moment...
Li Qing waited cautiously for a few seconds, but Diablo did not reappear as he did when he traveled through time before.
This time, he did not travel to the past by riding the power of time and space, but was taken away forever by the power of time and space.
In the past, you would get on the bus, ride it, get off, and then ride the bus back.
Now the doors are welded shut as soon as you get in the car, and you can never get out.
"Diabolo is dead."
Li Qing let out a long sigh.
Actually, what he said was a little inaccurate:
Diablo was completely transformed into a form that could exist in the dimension of time, and was imprisoned in the river of time forever.
He might live a long time, perhaps forever.
After all, there may be no concept of time in the latitude of time.
In a sense, Diablo gained eternal life in that prison of time.
But for Li Qing, for the world:
Diablo was indeed dead.
His existence has been completely wiped out from the world.
Perhaps he still lives in the dimension of time, but how can humans understand what the dimension of time looks like?
The long river of time, but is time really a long river ? It is just a description forced by humans with their poor imagination.
Trapped forever in a dimension of time that cannot be understood, described, or observed...
There was no doubt that Diablo was dead.
His death was indescribable.
Because no one can describe existence in a time dimension.
"it's all over."
"Diablo, goodbye."
Li Qing became the final winner.
He took a last look at the place where Diablo disappeared. There was no trace of his existence there.
Then, Li Qing carefully hid deep in the warehouse.
Outside the warehouse, Lee Sin and Diablo were dealing with the hungry and thirsty meat mountain.
Li Qing carefully hid in the warehouse, waiting for the trouble to be over.
soon…
In the past, Li Qing led the meat mountain towards the sea.
He will meet Colt here, and Colt will contact the SPW Foundation, eventually leading Jotaro to go to Rome in person.
The past Diablo also took the opportunity to quietly leave.
He will temporarily hide in the dark to recuperate, and after the destruction of the Technology Group, he will go to Rome to make his last stand as the boss of the organization.
End of story.
And the story begins again.
Li Qing watched the two good and evil protagonists go away before he finally walked out of the warehouse cautiously.
He temporarily lost his goal to move forward and bid farewell to the danger that never stopped.
So Li Qing directly cancelled the digitization.
He walked aimlessly towards the shore, gazing at the azure sea before him.
At this time, a grand scene even more Hollywood-like than Hollywood was being staged on the sea:
The huge mountain of flesh was speeding across the sea, stirring up huge waves.
Countless artillery shells and missiles are attacking it like meteors falling from the sky.
Outside the gray-black sky and above the azure blue sea, there are dots of fire and light everywhere.
“What a big scene.”
Li Qing couldn't help but sigh at the extremely gorgeous scene before him.
Such a beautiful and spectacular scene is the perfect ending to the story.
At this moment, a crisp ringtone came from the mobile phone in Li Qing's arms.
The call was quickly answered:
"Hello? Were you calling me just now?"
"It's so late, what can I do for you?"
The familiar voice of Rohan Kishibe came from the speaker.
There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.
After all, it was already past 1 a.m. where he was, and no one would like a guy who bombarded them with phone calls in the middle of the night.
Even if Rohan Kishibe had not slept before but was concentrating on writing comics, Li Qing's rather rude behavior was enough to arouse his plan.
But this aversion was only temporary.
Because Li Qing's words quickly aroused his interest:
"Kishibe Rohan."
"I have an interesting story to tell you."
"story?"
Rohan Kishibe did not think Li Qing was a psychopath because of his strange behavior of calling and telling stories in the middle of the night.
He just picked up a pen and paper from the table and said calmly:
"Please speak. I hope you are not here to cause trouble."
“Hahaha…don’t worry.”
Li Qing smiled meaningfully:
“You will never be disappointed with this story.”
