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Chapter 18: WRYYYYY————
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Bloodstained hands touched George Joestar's blood.
Without hesitation, Dio wiped it on the Stone Mask he already wore on his head. It was a slight pity that it wasn't Jonathan's blood.
Even in the end, despite his cunning, he couldn't foresee this unexpected situation, almost causing his plans to fail.
Doesn't this prove that humans, as a species, have limits? His choice, therefore, was the correct answer.
Splurt Splurt Splurt—————!!
...After the blood-thirsty Stone Mask thrust its tentacle-like claws into Dio's brain, his final thought emerged.
Then, silence.
Or rather...
Hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger...
Eat eat eat eat eat...
Kill kill kill kill kill...
Dio's mind was completely dominated and controlled by this primal hunger, attacking his remaining consciousness in a relentless cycle. It seemed intent on transforming Dio into its slave, turning him into a monstrous creature driven solely by insatiable hunger.
...This was why Shuhei Morita, upon following Pucci's suggestion to create this template, believed that no one could control it or master it quickly.
A story about a human suddenly turning into a cannibalistic monster, torn between human morality and monstrous instincts, clashing within the same body, would be intriguing.
However, knowing the script of "Phantom Blood," and that DIO as a character didn't exhibit human morality, Shuhei Morita could affirm that "Phantom Blood" was not such a script.
Dio, using this vampire template, was not the protagonist of the entire plot!
But without human morality and rationality to suppress the monster's instincts, would Dio, with his memory temporarily blocked by the full-dive device, not be consumed by the vampire template, causing the plot of "Phantom Blood" to collapse?
Even Shuhei Morita, who created the template, couldn't answer this.
So...
Why resist?
— "I see, you want to make me your slave?"
— "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."
— "Fine, let's begin!"
— "...!?"
— "As long as you give me power, allowing me to rule this world and stand atop everyone, what's wrong with becoming your slave?"
Dio's consciousness sneered.
— "..."
Incomprehensible.
That's what Dio inferred. Perhaps the other party never expected Dio to respond this way and welcome its arrival by opening his consciousness.
This script isn't right!?
— "It's not wrong, or rather, what's surprising about this? You are me, and I am you. Our relationship is merely to have a new driving consciousness continue forward when the current one hinders progress."
— "It's just that simple?"
— "Yes, it's that simple. Or do you not want to stand atop this world?"
— "I do."
— "Then, don't you want to dominate humanity?"
— "I do."
— "So, what's there to doubt?"
In this unknown space, Dio's consciousness continued questioning, causing ripples, while the initially intermittent but increasingly firm and resonant voice responded, aligning with Dio's tone.
— "...No, no more doubts."
— "Then tell me once more, who are you?"
— "I am you! You are me! We are... Dio Brando!!"
"WRYYYYYY——————!!"
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"Why, why is he still alive!?"
"He was hit by so many bullets...!!?"
Incomprehensible events were unfolding before everyone's eyes. First, Speedwagon discovered Dio's "corpse" had vanished. Then, as the sheriff leaned out the window to check if Dio's "corpse" had been washed away by the rain, his head mysteriously detached.
Finally, even now, as Speedwagon, unable to act, shot at Dio's reappeared head. Judging by the evident bullet holes and the blood flowing from them, Speedwagon undoubtedly blew Dio's head off in place of the hesitant Jonathan.
But why...
Why isn't Dio dead!?
Not only was he alive, but he also grotesquely licked the blood from his own forehead!?
"Weak! Weak!"