Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 323 Diablo's Savior

The arrow took effect, and the ability was awakened.

But this ability is a useless "waste ability".

Fate had played a terrible trick on him.

Now Diablo is standing in the Colosseum on March 3th, witnessing that unbearable memory for him happened step by step.

He really wanted to stand up and snatch the worm arrow, and he really wanted to kill Giorno and the others right here, but he couldn't.

Because in his memory, the worm arrow would be shattered tonight, and Giorno and the others would all be alive and well.

The axis of memory cannot be disturbed, and what has happened absolutely cannot be changed.

Diablo can only be a bystander now, and he cannot even let his past self discover his existence, otherwise what awaits him is a terrible time paradox.

"Could it be that the ability of "Ouroboros" allows me to relive this past failure? "

"It shouldn't be like this."

"This ability definitely has his meaning!"

The cruel fate has already shattered his pride and fighting spirit.

Now Diablo didn't know whether he was using such thoughts to cheer himself up, or comforting himself in vain.

But no matter what, there was nothing he could do right now.

He is a ghost who dare not see the light, hiding in the dark, watching the past reappear in front of his eyes:

"I let you down and the final winner is still me!"

On the second floor of the Colosseum, the old him was stepping on Polnareff and shouting:

"The worm arrow you prepared to kill me for many years finally helped me to open up the way to the top."

"Fate is really interesting, isn't it?"

"."

Hearing these words, Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but have a subtle expression:
I didn't feel embarrassed when I said these cruel words before.

Now step back and listen carefully from the perspective of a bystander.
It's as shameful as looking back at the Wenqing diary I wrote when I was an adult.

People can't bear to look at it, and can't bear to hear it.

But whether Diablo is willing or not, the unbearable past is forced to play in front of him like an old movie that the school organizes to watch and asks to write a review:
"It's useless."

"Your little tricks have been seen by me a long time ago."

"."

Stop it, stop it.

"You are afraid."

"Such will can't be my enemy."

"."

Shut up now!

"You're down to the last bullet."

"Is this 1 bullet enough for you to stop me?"

"."

Although no one has discovered the existence of this future passenger.

But Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, had the illusion of watching himself being publicly executed.

In fact, as long as the person who speaks can really win the final victory, these words will not make people ashamed.

But Diablo knew that after saying such a series of cruel words, the mighty dark emperor suffered the most unbearable defeat.

Thinking of this made his heart ache.

And in Diablo's eyes of shame, indignation, helplessness, and pain, the past is slowly moving forward as he remembers:

First, Diablo was frightened by a mobile phone and lost his skills.

Then it was Mista who destroyed the Worm Arrow with the last bullet.

Diablo became angry and attacked brazenly, but Giorno tried his best to stop him with the cistus trap.

The cistus bushes soon burst into flames.

The flames shone brightly, and the smoke choked the nostrils.

The Prophet Diablo from the future covered his nose and mouth presciently, and sighed softly with a complex expression:
"Almost over."

He remembered that he was caught by Giorno's trick and inhaled a lot of plant smoke with hallucinogenic effects.

At that time, he was like drinking too much fake wine, his brain was dizzy, and his consciousness was in a trance.

He has no memory of what happened after the poisoning.

He only knew that when he woke up, he had escaped from the Colosseum at some point and was soaked in the viscous liquid of the sewer.

Diablo still can't forget the feces of thick oily red sauce at that time.

It was almost a nightmare he would recall every time he ate afterwards.

And now the nightmare is about to happen, but Diablo is completely powerless to change:

"Why is this happening!"

"Can I really just watch myself become a sewer rat?!"

he thought bitterly.

At this time, the plot in the Colosseum has come to an end:

The fire was extinguished, and Giorno survived with serious injuries, but he was also powerless to fight again.

The old Diablo was horrified to find himself poisoned.

His figure was shaky, his eyes were blurred, and he confronted Giorno with all his strength.

"The next step is to run away, right?"

"Currently, Giorno and Mista are seriously injured, and Polnareff is disabled."

"As long as you haven't been poisoned to the point of completely losing consciousness, it's not difficult to escape."

Although I can't remember how I escaped after the fragmentation.

But Diablo can also roughly guess the situation at that time:

He must have escaped from the Colosseum with his last consciousness before he was completely unconscious, and hid himself in the sewer.

He thought so.

Then, in the Colosseum, in front of Giorno who was already powerless to fight back
The former Diablo struggled to stand unsteadily.

Standing.

Standing.

Nothing was done.

His eyes became more and more confused.

"It's here. My memory is broken here!"

Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, widened his eyes nervously:
Next, the old self should start running away.

He thought so.

Then the Diablo in the past didn't take a step away.

"What are you doing? Why is there no movement at all?"

"Run, you should run quickly!"

"If you don't run, 'I' will die here!"

Diablo looked at his past self in astonishment.

But the past self not only did not escape according to his thoughts, but also had a slight tendency to faint.

He just gritted his teeth and called out Giorno's name, and his gaze became even more distracted and lifeless.

It was as if he had completely lost consciousness at this moment.

"This"

An unprecedented fear suddenly appeared in Diablo's heart:
"My memory has been fragmented here."

"Could it be that I have completely lost consciousness at this time?"

"If that's the case, how did I escape from the Colosseum?"

"and many more."

He suddenly thought of an amazing possibility:

"Could it be that I didn't escape from the Colosseum by myself?"

"Someone rescued me from unconsciousness."

"And the one who saved me."

Diablo looked at his hand in amazement:

"It's me?"

This sudden idea made him hard to accept.

Wouldn't it cause a "time paradox" to save the past self?

But Diablo is very clear:
If he, the future traveler, does nothing now and his past self is completely unconscious
Diablo in the past would have died directly in this Colosseum.

If the past self is dead, wouldn't the present self be a living "time paradox"?
Diablo was tangled in his heart:

"Ouroboros, what should I do?"

"To save, or not to save?"

"Ouroboros" didn't give him an answer.

The previous sense of horror that prevented him from being stupid and causing paradoxes seemed to be just a "novice welfare" to protect him from committing suicide inexplicably.

Time travel is a dangerous thing. After understanding the existence of "paradox", he must walk on eggshells to decide his own behavior in the past.

"It's better to get ready to start!"

During this almost static time, Diablo made a difficult decision:
"Anyway, I won't be discovered by my past self when I use the time cut. Even if the time coincides, I will just be kicked out of the time cut state forcibly."

"Cut the time first to be safe, and then observe the situation during the cut time."

Thinking of this, Diablo acted immediately:

"The Crimson King—"

"Let time fly!"

Time is cut off at this moment.

Giorno, Mista, and Polnareff have all fallen into an unconscious state at this moment, and they don't even notice what is happening at this moment.

And Diablo poked his head out from the dark:

Then, in his astonished eyes
The old self suddenly fell to the ground with a plop.

Sleep like a dead dog.

"Really so"

"I was really saved by myself!"

Diablo's expression became extremely exciting.

He cautiously approached the collapsed self in the erasing time:

The past self has been completely comatose, he can't perceive Diablo's existence at all, and it won't cause paradox.

"Then. Let him escape safely as I remember, but not notice that he was saved."

"The sewer outside the Colosseum is indeed the best choice."

Diablo's expression became more and more stunned:
"I was actually hidden in the sewer by myself?"

Thinking of this, he was shocked and helplessly carrying his past self and hurriedly escaped from the Colosseum.

Walking out of the Colosseum, not far outside is the sewer that impressed Diablo so much.

Open the manhole cover, and the fragrance comes out.

Still the same time, still the same sewer.

Diablo retched instinctively, and a nightmarish memory came out of a dark corner like a cockroach tainted by pesticide.

"Ouch..." He suppressed the discomfort, hesitated a little, and finally threw his past self into the sewer with his own hands.

The water splashed and returned to calm.

Diablo put the manhole cover back on for himself.

"That way my past memories won't be wrong."

After the manhole cover was built, Diablo couldn't help but fell into deep thought:
"I rescued my past self and intersected with my past self, but there was no paradox at all."

"I see. I understand!"

"Time is a cycle, like the Ouroboros with no beginning and no end."

"The fact that I'm here from the future is part of the 'past'. "

"If I didn't happen to travel back to save myself, I'm afraid I would have died on the night of March 3th."

"I have already been influenced by the future without knowing it, but I can't detect it!"

Diablo finally sorted out his thoughts and figured out the mechanism and principle of this time travel.

But he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he never noticed
When he stood beside the manhole cover and paused in thought, not far away.
A man with invincibility written all over his face was walking towards him in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)