JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 59 Diablo, back online.

"In this battle, whoever makes the second move will lose. After I deactivate the time-deletion ability, Tobio will definitely activate his ability to delete time immediately and then try to find my location. If he can't find me, he will return to reality after a limit of about ten seconds. By then, the time-deletion period of my Crimson King ability will have already ended and been deleted by him. Then I can continue to activate my ability and deliver a fatal blow to him while he is still on cooldown."

The girl gave her victory speech, but it's unclear who she was addressing.

She then took out her binoculars, threw them on the ground, and turned to walk towards the cabin, intending to take a nap.

"Ah, that was easy, like killing a kitten."

......

It seems that Chen Miaowen is dead, but it also seems that he isn't.

To be precise, he time-traveled again, but this time from the perspective of a soul.

"No matter how you read it, the emperor's fate is always the same... Gold Experience Requiem? It seems to have no flaws... The JoJo universe? The Joestar universe? Destiny? How laughable..."

When he opened his eyes, he found himself floating in the air, literally floating in the air.

He looked around. The poster of Luo Tianyi on the wall was very familiar, and the various series of manga, such as Bleach, Naruto, and JOJO, were all neatly arranged in the bookshelf. In addition, the computer in front of his desk, which was almost worn out, and the mouse pad with folded edges were enough to prove that this was a room that belonged to Chen Miaowen in his previous life and was full of the smell of a shut-in.

"I died...so I came back?"

However, that wasn't it. He saw the person sitting at the computer desk, with bangs so long they covered his eyes, and fingernails that looked almost magical. He was sitting with his legs crossed, flipping through comics.

That was the real Chen Miaowen.

He just kept saying things like "Crimson King, Emperor".

"Uh, what exactly happened?"

As a soul, he sighed softly, indicating that he was completely baffled.

"Who?"

But the soft sigh seemed to reach Chen Miaowen's ears, who was sitting at the computer desk.

He turned his head and saw a ghost that looked exactly like him, floating in the air.

However, he did not panic, because he was not a coward like Chen Miaowen.

"...Are you Chen Miaowen? I am Diablo."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Chen, in his soul form, heard Chen, who possessed his own body, speak, saying that he was Diablo.

"So... this counts as a soul swap between two worlds?"

"Yes, this is... Chen's room, but why have you traveled back in time?"

This is awkward. I can't exactly say that I possess the Crimson King, yet I was killed by a little girl, can I?

"Oh, you're about to die, aren't you?"

Diablo lifted Chen Miaowen's bangs, revealing a pair of eyes that belonged to Chen Miaowen, but they radiated a light that did not belong to him.

How did you know?

He took out a diary, spread it out, and placed it on the table, letting Chen Miaowen see everything.

"This, this is... a manga? The manga... is about my experiences in the JoJo universe!?"

He saw it: on pure white paper, he depicted his confrontation with the gecko, his escape from the dream, and all his experiences on the ship, including on the latest page, a scene of him being ambushed by the girl and about to die.

Moreover, these images were drawn by him himself using his once-proud skills.

"This horribly ugly diary will record everything you experienced over there, as well as other plot points, including the timelines of those bastards Giorno Giovanna."

Is it considered a cheat code? Can it draw future scenes?

Diablo noticed the slight excitement in the soul's eyes and dismissed it with disdain.

"Are you going to be killed by the other party, or by your own stand-in, even if it's just an imposter... So the comic will stop here, because you're really about to die, and it won't continue."

Diablo chuckled sarcastically. "Despite possessing the Stand of an emperor, you constantly get the short end of the stick. In the parlance of this world, you're both a useless piece of trash and a saint..."

Chen Miaowen had nothing to say.

"But you shouldn't be dead yet. Right now, there, your body is frozen in time, like you'll die in a few seconds."

Diablo continued flipping through the Golden Wind manga, speaking slowly.

"So there must be a reason why you came here. This is not heaven, nor is it a fleeting dream. This place is real because I, Diablo, am still living here, and it has been half a month already."

"For example, there's a way here to bring you back to life... Ah, I remember now, my soul is incomplete. Some memories are from that place, and some parts of my soul are missing? Maybe I wasn't this talkative before... I would have been much more brutal?"

"So is it possible that my missing soul will soon take your place in death?"

Diablo had already flipped to the end of the comic, to the tragic ending of Golden Wind where "Diavolo will never reach the truth," but he wasn't angry, because he had read it countless times.

After closing the book, he stood up, grabbed the neck of the soul in the sky, and really grabbed it, making Chen Miaowen feel bound and unable to breathe.

"Is there anything I can do? Useless trash... Although I'm glad you time-traveled and saved me from Huang Zhen, it still really annoys me when you, a piece of trash, use the Emperor's Stand like this in the comics..."

Facing Diablo, who possessed a physical form, Chen Miaowen, in his soul form, was like a lamb to the slaughter in his opponent's hands.

He saw those eyes again, flashing with contempt and slight anger on his face, and he felt helpless.

"I don't know... but I don't want to die, whether in the JOJO world or here."

"Good for you... Well, I won't just kill your soul like that. I genuinely want to help you."

Suddenly, the diary began to flip rapidly, forward and then backward, until finally the image froze on the fifth deck where the prince had fainted, and the subsequent events began to vanish from the page.

"Uh...something must be about to happen."

Diablo said this, released Chen Miaowen, and then looked at the changes in the diary. In less than two seconds, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Chen Miaowen's soul also vanished in this reclusive room.

When he opened his eyes, he was still leaning against the wall, panting. The prince was lying motionless on the ground, but there was no need to check him anymore, because the prince was still breathing.

He didn't need to take out his phone to check the time anymore, because he hadn't died. He had traveled through time, reversed time, and returned to five minutes before his death.

"I'm back! Like Bites the Dust, I've reversed the flow of time. I still have a chance to start over!"

"Bite the Dust? Yoshikage Kira? Hmph... trash. You're just the Crimson King, but the Crimson King is practically invincible. I hope you're not so stupid as to fail to kill that imposter even if you had another chance."

Someone was speaking in his mind; it was Diablo.