JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

"Who exactly are you?!"

Angelo retreated step by step, but the man pressed on relentlessly like a ghost.

In desperation, he decided to take a gamble, removed the "Silver Water Chain" from his arm, and launched another attack on the enemy.

"The Silver Chain!"

The water gun sprayed high-pressure water again, but it still missed the target.

"You panic and lose your temper over something like this? Do you even deserve to call yourself a 'criminal'? What crimes could you possibly have committed, bullying elementary school students?"

The man's tone grew increasingly cold, his sharp words piercing Angelo's brain like blades.

"If this is all the power Japan's most heinous criminals possess, then the world is truly going to the dogs!"

As soon as he said this, Angelo's chest was also slashed open, and he didn't even know when he had been injured.

He could only vaguely see that the other person seemed to have raised their hand slightly.

"This is...this is a Stand ability..."

He didn't see any weapon, so he could only attribute the result to a Stand attack.

"I've seen a lot of criminals."

In the blink of an eye, Angelo noticed that the man in front of him had a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"Some of them are very strong, while others are rather mediocre."

The man narrated in a calm tone.

But his tone made Angelo feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Among those people, there are many who are stronger and smarter than you, many who are more arrogant than you, and many who are just as ignorant as you."

Just then, Angelo, who was about to turn and run away, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf.

When he looked down, his ankle and Achilles tendon were already lacerated.

Unable to bear the pain, Angelo collapsed to his knees, completely incapacitated.

He suffered multiple serious injuries, and his stand-in was released and could not be retrieved.

"But many of them deserve the title of 'criminal'."

The man rubbed his hands together.

“You’re just a scumbag. I don’t even want to know your name because such a filthy and incompetent thing will only pollute my brain.”

"You, you, who exactly are you..."

Angelo winced in pain, his fear of death making it difficult for him to utter a complete sentence.

“I said you’re just a ‘scoundrel,’ and your actions only confirm that. This makes me even angrier because it’s an insult to this group that someone like you can be called a ‘heinous criminal.’”

So now I'm going to kill you, to remove a disgraceful 'trash' from this group."

"No, no, you can't, you have no right, you think you are... ah..."

This time it was his other leg.

"who am I?"

The man laughed, a strange laugh that was both the most insane and the most elegant in the world. These contrasting qualities blended perfectly within him, giving him an ethereal beauty.

"I've seen many criminals, including many who have been called 'the strongest,' 'the most terrifying,' 'the most vicious,' 'the most heinous,' and 'the most depraved.'"

He smoothed his meticulously styled hair.

"But they all pinned these titles on me; they called me 'the greatest criminal in human history.'"

"How could this be... you're only..."

A few characters escaped from Angelo's mouth, but they were hardly enough to form a sentence.

"I've almost forgotten my own name."

said the man.

"Over the years, many people have believed, or only claimed, that they have caught me, but that is just their foolish self-hypnosis."

Looking at the dying Angelo, the man's eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"European police, British army, self-important detectives, and sensationalist journalists."

When he spoke of these things, his tone remained calm, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

“I’ve even heard that there was a stupid vampire who thought he had found me and turned me into a zombie to use.”

He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, even though the person opposite him was a dying man.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? But as I myself have said, over such a long period of time, I've almost forgotten my original name. I've wandered the world under various aliases, and later joined [Hell] and became a professional assassin."

This person is none other than the "Sin of Lust" from the "Seven Deadly Sins" squad of the "Hell" organization.

"When the leader asked me my name, I no longer wanted to mention it. I had forgotten it, and the only thing I remembered that could represent my identity was the title given to me by the world."

A scalpel quietly appeared in his hand, which he gently played with.

"They all call me..."

A title slowly escaped his lips:

"Jack the Ripper."

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The story we just heard took place before Jack the Ripper arrived at the casino, so let's go back to the present.

First, let's outline the storyline. Due to the writing style, the order of the preceding parts is not chronological.

"Black Nursery Rhyme" is recruited—Ozaki Koyo and others arrive at Xizawa—Izumi Kyoka and another person are injured—Popo and Ozaki Koyo injure Angelo—Jack the Ripper kills Angelo—Jack the Ripper arrives at the casino

Jack the Ripper didn't rush inside the casino when he arrived, because he sensed something unusual.

That feeling is something only criminals who have killed countless people can have.

It's not that killing many people gives you this kind of temperament. There are many ways to kill, many scenarios, and the mindset of the killer is different for everyone.

A seasoned general exudes a chilling aura, and a killer who makes a living by killing also possesses a cold demeanor.

Those in high positions who decide life and death, or even so-called gods who consider themselves superior and regard human life as worthless.

There are also righteous heroes who specialize in killing evildoers, and executioners who have sentenced others to death countless times.

They were all "killers," but their mindset and the aura they exuded were completely different.

As one of the most infamous serial killers in human history, Jack the Ripper knew this scent all too well.

This quality does not belong to any of the types mentioned above.

Only true "criminals," truly "ruthless and vicious," possess this kind of temperament.

Their killings were not for the country, not for others, not for justice, and perhaps not even for profit.

Their reason for killing was simply "wanting".

They are true outlaws who disregard the law and public order and good morals.

He knew these kinds of people well because he, Jack the Ripper, was the most prominent and well-known representative of this group.

When that letter arrived at the Central News Agency, his name was imprinted on the very top of that pillar.

Now, a wave of sinful stench washed over him, and he immediately left the casino.

He didn't know who was sitting in the casino, but he wouldn't easily provoke him.

Unlike the previous cowardly scoundrel, this person is a vicious thug who deserves the title of "criminal".

"There's such an interesting person in the [Du Wang Gang]."

He muttered to himself.

This is not surprising, after all, he, the infamous Jack the Ripper, is now just an assassin in Hell.

"Truly 'ruthless and vicious'..."