Lee Sin's Bizzare Adventure - Chapter 33
A few minutes later.
The scene was chaotic: a taxi crashed on the roadside, blood splattered across the sidewalk, a head-injured corpse, and a crowd of onlookers discussing the events, blocking the traffic completely…
The street had become even more bustling.
A stylishly dressed, upright young man with purple hair walked slowly to the taxi and casually grabbed a passerby to ask:
“Um…”
The purple-haired young man asked in a complex tone, “Excuse me, did someone die here?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“The body is right there!”
The passerby glanced dismissively at the purple-haired young man and then, with great excitement, began recounting the events:
“Listen to me…”
“I saw the whole thing unfold!”
“My God, I swear, anyone who didn’t see it would think I’m making it up.”
His face flushed like a ripe apple, and his eyebrows danced with excitement:
“Although it was through the car window, I could see clearly. The attacker was a young guy with pink hair.”
“He grabbed the poor driver by the head, like he was lifting a half-dead gopher.”
“Then he slammed his head down… I don’t know what he hit it against…”
“Just one blow, and blood gushed out like a faucet turned on full blast.”
“His nose was off to one side, his eye socket cracked open, his eyeball popped out, looking like my grandmother’s fruit salad, all red, white, and purple mixed together.”
“But that maniac didn’t stop…”
“Only when the driver’s head was smashed like a ketchup bottle did he panic and run off the car… yes, that lunatic is still running out there.”
“It was terrifying…”
The passerby described the scene vividly, but the purple-haired young man who had approached him seemed uninterested in the details.
He interrupted, somewhat helplessly:
“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”
“I wanted to know if anyone died—silently, like a natural death.”
“Huh?”
The passerby was momentarily stunned: “Who would suddenly die silently on the street?”
“Even if it were a sudden death, there would be a struggle, right?”
“Oh…”
“I see, thank you.”
The purple-haired young man dismissively bid farewell to the talkative passerby and turned to walk away.
It seemed he had gotten the information he needed, or perhaps he hadn’t.
“If no one died quietly, then…”
“The target chosen by ‘Rolling Stones’ is refusing to face their fate?”
The purple-haired young man muttered to himself as he walked, his expression growing increasingly complex.
As he passed a narrow alleyway…
A strong, muscular arm covered in strange red and white patterns suddenly extended from the narrow, dark alley formed between two buildings.
“Is that a human hand?”
The purple-haired young man stared in shock.
He didn’t have time to react before the mysterious figure easily pulled him into the alley and pinned him against the wall.
“Don’t turn around.”
Diavolo’s cold voice resonated.
He carefully examined the purple-haired young man whose head was nearly embedded in the wall by King Crimson, then asked:
“You’re the Stand user who attacked me just now, right?”
“That stone…”
“It acts on its own, clearly a ‘remote automatic Stand.'”
“This type of Stand can operate autonomously without the user’s control, and damaging it doesn’t affect the Stand user.”
“Finding the user of such a Stand is troublesome, but…”
Diavolo scoffed disdainfully:
“Because it operates independently of the user, the Stand user doesn’t know the outcome of the battle.”
“So, even if they hide during the fight…”
“They must come to the scene afterward to confirm the result.”
“So…”
He sneered:
“After completely destroying your Stand, I stayed nearby.”
“Sure enough, you came to check on the outcome.”
Hearing Diavolo’s oppressive explanation…
The purple-haired young man responded:
“Stand?”
“What’s a Stand?”
“You?!”
Diavolo’s eyes widened in fury:
“You dare feign ignorance with me?”
“Fool… you underestimate my discernment, thinking you can deceive me into believing that stone isn’t your Stand?”
“Speak!”
“Who are you, why did you attack me, and are you connected to that bald man named Lee Sin?”
“I see.”
The purple-haired young man sighed deeply.
Instead of defending himself, he calmly introduced himself:
“My name is Scolippi, and I’m an ordinary sculptor.”
“I don’t know any bald man named Lee Sin, and I certainly had no intention of attacking you.”
“After all…”
Pinned against the wall, Scolippi said:
“I don’t even know who you are, nor have I seen your face.”
“As for the stone you mentioned…”
“I don’t know what a ‘Stand’ is, but if you mean that stone, it’s a special ability I’ve had since childhood.”
“I call it ‘Rolling Stones.'”
“Rolling Stones?”
Diavolo frowned tightly: “So it is your Stand!”
“No, no, no…”
Scolippi hurriedly denied:
“Michelangelo, who flourished during the Renaissance, once said:”
“When I carve marble, I have no plans. I never think of creating a form from the stone… because the form already exists within the stone, and I merely uncover it.”
“…….”
Diavolo was silent for a moment before ordering King Crimson to grip the other’s neck:
“Speak plainly!”
“Cough, cough…”
Scolippi coughed and said:
“What I mean is…”
“I can’t command ‘Rolling Stones.’ It acts entirely on its own will.”
“It’s a stone of fate!”
“It senses the fate of those destined to die and carves itself into the shape of their death—their destiny.”
“And it will continuously pursue the person destined to die.”
“Once that person… you… touch ‘Rolling Stones,’ it will grant you a painless, peaceful death, accepting your inevitable fate.”
“And the reason I came here wasn’t to check any results.”
He paused, his tone tinged with pity:
“I sensed ‘Rolling Stones’ in action, so I came to see the poor soul about to die.”
“……”
Diavolo fell silent again.
This time, his silence was brewing endless fury:
“Damn it!”
“You insolent fool, are you saying…”
“I, the invincible Diavolo, ruler of Italy’s underworld, am about to die?”
“Yes.”
Scolippi’s voice was calm:
“If ‘Rolling Stones’ has sought you out, it means you will die soon.”
“This is fate!”
“We are all merely slaves to fate.”
“You must have seen it, right?”
“When it finds you, it carves your death form—”
“Within hours, maybe weeks, no longer than a month, you will die as depicted.”
“Nonsense!”
Diavolo roared in anger:
“A predetermined fate?”
“A carved death form?”
“Your useless Stand was utterly destroyed by me!”
“It didn’t carve anything; I smashed it to powder, scattered in the air!”
“Where’s the carving?”
“Where’s the fate?”
“This….”
Hearing Diavolo’s somewhat unhinged shout, Scolippi’s face turned pale:
“You, you said…”
“After ‘Rolling Stones’ sought you, it didn’t carve anything and was destroyed?”
“Yes!”
Diavolo said hatefully:
“If you want to disturb someone’s mind, at least fabricate a believable lie.”
“Future death form… destined fate…”
“I don’t believe it!”
Facing Diavolo’s slightly manic rant, Scolippi’s tone unexpectedly softened with pity:
“Sorry.”
“This is unprecedented for me.”
“But…”
“If ‘Rolling Stones’ sought you, it means you will die soon.”
“And if it didn’t carve your death form before being destroyed…”
Scolippi swallowed and said:
“Your death might be too tragic to be expressed through the art of carving.”
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Stand Information:
Stand Name: Rolling Stones
User: Scolippi
Destructive Power: None
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: A
Precision: E
Development Potential: None
Ability: Appears as a stone with the character “?” (ominous) carved into it. It autonomously takes the form of a person destined to die and pursues them. Once the destined person touches it, they die painlessly. If someone not destined to die touches it, nothing happens. It is a fully automatic Stand driven by “fate,” beyond Scolippi’s control.
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