We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Bucciarati!" Trish put her hands on her hips, her beautiful figure clearly showing off. "Since you've taken good care of me, I'll give you a chance to date me!"

"Uh," Bucciarati said. "Huh?" Mista said. "What???" Bucciarati's entire team said.

Chapter 85 New Adventure

Giorno, who was promoted in the front line, became the boss that night. He announced through all channels that he had disguised himself as a newcomer in order to test people's hearts, and now he was just taking back his rightful position.

Of course, there are definitely many people who would not accept this, especially since Giorno's age doesn't match at all. However, after Diavolo's death, the main characters are basically the only top Stand users left. Under the siege of the action-oriented Polnareff and the SPW Consortium, it only took two days for the lucky but timid gangsters to be sent to the overcrowded prison, while the unlucky gangsters went straight to the bottom of the river. Unless they have gills, they can be sure to have disappeared completely.

The mafia's methods of operation were rapidly transformed. All inhumane businesses were eliminated, and the focus of their under-the-table income shifted to protection rackets and smuggling. Officially, they shifted to tourism and transportation services. Officially, the Zealous Organization's political infiltration was nearly complete, and several court printers were completely broken. The number of mafia members exceeded everyone's imagination. Numerous underlings were given lenient sentences and then, like an assembly line, were sent to their designated locations. By the next evening alone, thousands had received their punishments. While many mafia members remained in the shadows, it was true that many remained stubbornly resisting. In such a chaotic time, some inexplicable casualties were commonplace.

The Mafia has ruled Italy for a long time, and ordinary people who don't know the inside story have become accustomed to the environment ruled by the Mafia. Most people don't feel anything. At most, there are fewer thugs at their doorsteps, and the environment on the streets is better.

In short, after suppressing the riots as much as possible, the rebellion was forcefully suppressed. Deeper-seated issues still require time to transform, but the forces of change are strong enough that a slow approach is a sure win. It's foreseeable that with this free labor and a unified will, the enthusiastic organization that followed would have seen significant growth. Italy quickly returned to its former tranquility, and many people didn't even realize the world had changed.

On the afternoon of the third day, Rome International Airport.

"So you're really leaving?" Prosut was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, which was unusual for him. He didn't know who stipulated that the collar must be open wide. He was adjusting the strap of Krieger's backpack over and over again, as if there was something wrong with the strap.

"Yes, the world is big. I want to challenge the unknown. Staying in one place really isn't for me," Krieger nodded. "Brother, you have to work hard too. Without the evil mafia, and after ordinary people's mindsets change, lawyers will become a respected profession. Walking in the sunshine is the life of a normal person. If Bucciarati really wins the election for council, there will be no more trouble here. Jotaro will protect your safety."

No, there were no ifs and ifs. Bucciarati would definitely become a senator smoothly. With his enthusiasm and the support of SPW, how could he not be elected? Krieg was secretly delighted. The Italian Senate has always had a tradition of fighting. Throwing a Stand user into the mix would definitely be fun!

"Who cares?" Prosut said, wanting to light a cigarette, but then remembering his lighter had been confiscated at the airport, he pulled his hand out of his pocket in frustration. "I checked where Jiaqiu and the others were, and they seem to have disappeared. Maybe something happened."

Prosut stared at Krieg. "How do you think you did this time?"

"I was too careless. There are still many small problems. I made a huge mistake in assessing the strength of both sides." Krieg smiled bitterly and reviewed himself like an elementary school student.

"Is there more?"

"Uh, does selling your watch count? Haha, haha, I'm just kidding," Krieg's voice became smaller and smaller, "Well, I'm still too weak, and..." Before Krieg finished speaking, Proshut suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

"Big brother?"

"So where are your strengths? Why do you only think about your weaknesses? I've watched you grow up, so don't you have any strengths?"

As long as she's with you, Bessie will always be a mama's boy. Krieger hugged Prosciut with his backhand and patted him hard on the back.

"I'm leaving." The gate had already opened, and the countdown to his stay in the world was almost over. Krieg knew it was time to say goodbye, and perhaps they would never see each other again. "Bucciarati," Krieg said to the side. Besides Prosciutto, only Bucciarati had come to see him off. His signature bob had been slicked back for character design reasons, giving him a rather eerie look. "Make sure to keep Giorno's arrow safe. I've already told you how to use it. If you're really unsure, give it to Jotaro Kujo."

There's no way to intervene in the ensuing Sea of ​​Annihilation. Since Giorno, possessing the Golden Experience Requiem, couldn't react to the danger, it's unlikely that Jotaro's Requiem would resolve the situation. Krieg expressed pessimism about the situation. The Priest of Fate can't be defeated simply by some twists and turns, but the sixth film itself is a battle between divine substitutes, so adding more Requiems wouldn't matter. As a time traveler, it's simply boring not to cause some changes.

"Okay," Bucciarati nodded. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Really?" Krieger pulled out a dozen floppy disks from his backpack. "These are my gifts for Giorno. They contain some very important information. Remember to let him watch them alone. I hope he likes them."

Bucciarati didn't suspect anything and took the disk. "I'll give it to him, addio (goodbye)."

"addio."

Krieg turned to Prosut and said, "Goodbye, brother. Travel around the world when you have the chance. There are so many wonderful places in this world. It would be a shame not to see them."

"Just don't make me worry. Remember to call, remember to write, take care of your health, and don't fight with others," Prosciutto rambled on. It seemed he noticed his nagging, so he shut up and waved his hand, "Let's go."

The moment of parting is always sad. After Krieg sat down, he looked inside the airport. The two people were still there. He waved his hands vigorously, unable to bear to look at their expressions.

He wrapped his backpack tightly again. He didn't carry much in it, just some history books. He didn't want to change the historical course of his own world. Who knew how deep the water was? Swimming naked was too dangerous.

Come back, he said to himself, taking one last look at the people in the airport.

【Confirmed return】

【Return to the original world】

P.S.: There are more in the evening. I don't ask for votes, I ask for an automatic subscription. This book is much better than I expected. I will work hard to update it. I will guarantee a minimum of 5,000 in the future! It does not count as a reward!

ps2: This is the py "Mr. Jinshanshan will never be defeated" different world quartet fan fiction

Chapter 86 Plants

There was no feeling of traveling through time, even worse than the brief daze after the time cut. Krieg suddenly found himself back in the alley. Nothing had changed, including the corpse and the monster.

Krieg didn't make any movement, not even a sound. The headless female monster didn't feel anything, still holding her head and chewing the body of the little yellow-haired boy.

It all leaked out from the broken neck. Didn't your mom teach you not to waste food?! And where's my own body? Was it eaten?

Uh, why is this question so strange? Krieg stared at this bizarre scene motionlessly. The monster's teeth ground against the bones, making a crunching sound. Krieg was like a researcher looking at a mouse in a cage, full of curiosity and desire to study.

What the hell is this monster? Is it a social animal that lives in groups or a solitary individual? Can it be killed?

The abnormality of the world quietly lifted the skirt to him, but unfortunately Krieg was completely ignorant of the situation and only thought about how to kill this thing.

[Your mission evaluation is good. You have gained the permanent ability of Beach Boy and some of the physical qualities of the character "Bessie"]

[Your original body has died. Rebuilding your body consumes 2 human soul fragments. Please use them sparingly.]

So this is how soul fragments are used. Krieg suddenly understood. He gathered a lot of information from the hints. The most obvious was the function of soul fragments, or rather one of their functions. The second was that soul fragments were very precious. After all, Diablo, the Stand User, was a being with a strong soul, but his death brought no fragments. The last piece of information was the method of summoning. The so-called summoning seemed to be just a movement of the soul, while the main body remained in place, and time stood still.

Is this encouraging me to trade my wounds for my life? If the wounds in the other world don't count, then there are so many things I can use here.

Two fragments can be exchanged for a complete body, which is a very cost-effective deal. Krieg felt a little anxious in his heart. If traveling through the world is a great act, then the ability to stop a world in the process of traveling through the world is probably a small goal higher than this.

Do it!

Krieg made a quick decision. The monster hadn't seen him yet, so he had to kill it first. Otherwise, it would be bad if it reacted.

The fishing line was wrapped around the rod, and Krieg aimed at the monster's head and stabbed it with all his strength.

It seemed to have the same structure as a human, but there were some empty places. Krieg could feel the familiar touch. The fishing rod pierced from the back of the head and came out of the mouth, nailing the monster's head to the ground, and then rotated mercilessly until a big hole was drilled.

"Ho ho", the monster opened and closed its mouth several times, but in the end it didn't say a word. Instead, the headless body rushed towards him!

Krieg still remembered that he would be eaten by this thing if he got close to it. He laid the fishing rod flat and aimed the rod with the head at the headless body, but the expected dodge did not appear, and instead it pierced straight into the chest.

This thing can't see the stand-in? No, this body seems too soft.

The headless body struggled violently, but without the command of the head, no matter how hard it struggled, it was useless. It couldn't even delay time. Instead, a lot of transparent liquid flowed out during the struggle. Krieg felt even more puzzled. After tying it up with fishing line and throwing it aside, there seemed to be something wrong with that head and this body.

In a dark alley, corpses and chewed meat were scattered on the ground. A tall man squatted down, with throbbing wreckage beside him. The man pried open the victim's brain and observed it carefully with his eyes. If this were put on "Science Approaches", it would take at least four episodes to be made.

Completely unaware that his behavior was similar to that of a psychopathic murderer, Krieg pulled out a brick from the ground and directly cracked open the monster's skull. He always had the highest grades in anatomy classes, and even though the skull was somewhat deformed, Krieg was still certain that it was definitely human bones.

But where is the brain?

Krieg used the energy of a stand to attach to the body surface, then used the clothes of the gangsters for isolation, and finally used a fishing rod to reach into the skull. There was nothing inside, only a large amount of liquid wrapped in several thin films. As the fishing rod moved, one of them was punctured, and the liquid that flowed out was colorless and odorless. It looked like pure water. Each membrane was connected by a green thing.

It looked like a vine. Krieg peeled out the contents of the skull. The green thing was shaking. Krieg decided to do an experiment. He moved the thing to the gangster's body.

Just as he thought, the contents of the gangster's mind flowed out of his nostrils rapidly, emerged from under his eyeballs among the green vines, and then shrank back after seeing the light.

The body entangled in the fishing line began to struggle desperately, "Food, you actually!" Although it had been quite a while since they left, Krieg could still recognize that this was the voice of a gangster.

After controlling the vocal cords, Krieg wanted to ask some questions. The girl must have died long ago, but unfortunately this thing could only make simple sounds. It seemed that it had low intelligence. When it saw that the threat was ineffective, it began to beg for mercy over and over again, just like a dying person begging for mercy.

Is it repeating a grade or studying? Krieger is more inclined to the first one. If it is the second one, then this thing's intelligence is definitely not so low.

Krieg didn't waste time talking to the thing. He directly dug into the thug's brain. The brain tissue inside was gone, and the rest of the brain was transforming into a vesicle structure, but there was no liquid inside. Krieg frowned and stomped on the thing to pieces. This was Scotland Yard's territory, and there was no telling when the patrol police would arrive. He didn't have time for nonsense with the mentally retarded plant.

As the green plants were crushed, the bouncing corpse stopped moving. Krieg smashed the bricks on the ground, found the sharpest one, wrapped it with a fishhook, and cut it open at the center of the corpse. As he expected, it was full of dense green plant roots and vesicles in every corner.

A parasitic plant, or something like that.

No wonder the severed head is still chewing. This thing doesn't need meat at all, it needs blood.

What are these weird things? Krieg didn't know how to deal with them. Plants are afraid of fire. He poked the victim with the fishing rod randomly, and when the liquid inside drained out, Krieg directly lit a fire.

The rest will be left to Scotland Yard. Since this thing appeared in the city, the authorities will know about it sooner or later. This is the best option. Krieger carefully cleaned up the traces he left behind, and then left without looking back.

Chapter 87 Mission Reward

"Hey! Hey!"

Krieg frowned and reached out to push away the thing standing on his face. When he opened his eyes, a small bird that seemed to be made of pure silver tilted its head and stood on his chest looking at him with an innocent face, as if it was not the one that hit his head just now.

what time is it?

Krieg sat up in bed, looking listless with low blood sugar. He was sure it was still late in the morning, and his groggy head was shaking. He used his left foot to pull open the refrigerator. Refrigerators in the late 19th century were still huge iron things. The bird tilted its head and blinked at Krieg's movements until he took out the food and flew onto his shoulder.

This was the totem creature. This curious bird had leaped out the moment he opened the scroll, swinging its legs and taking over his chandelier. Krieg had no idea how it worked, but since it hadn't eaten or drunk since it emerged, and aside from its appearance, it looked like a robot vacuum cleaner from his previous life, Krieg simply left it alone.

Thankfully, this was 1888, and stable electric light had already arrived; otherwise, Krieger would have been forced to live with the fleeting and dangerous effects of artificial light. Fortunately, the Victorian era, during which both the Industrial Revolution and the British Empire reached their peak, saw the artistic restoration that saved his aesthetic and quality of life.

So why do some people like to travel back to the past? To suffer?

He casually mixed the food together, heated it up, and finally drizzled it with melted butter. Krieger wrapped the whole thing in bread and put it into his mouth, then washed it down with coffee.

He had to hurry. If the next call-up was imminent, he would have to familiarize himself with his powers and find a way to survive the next mission. If the next call-up was far off, he would have to face the fact that the world he lived in was inhabited by monsters.

After finishing breakfast and cleaning the room within five minutes and satisfying his physiological needs, Krieg cleared the table and lined up the rewards for the last mission. Of course, the bird also jumped onto the table under his instructions.

First up is this silly bird.

[Totem Creature: Falcon]

[The totem creature created by the Silver Lantern Master provides a layer of totem light to the main body, while providing resistance to various damages and abnormal states. It can synchronize thermal vision for a long time, and automatically repairs itself by melting pure silver when damaged.

Please note that you can only have one vision at a time, and this is for reconnaissance, reconnaissance! Don't let me see you using this as a prank on freshmen again! - From a furious teacher]

Simply put, it was thermal imaging on the fly. Krieg tried the so-called visual synchronization, but thermal imaging could only show the outlines of objects, forget about detail and color. It seemed the inventor wasn't as shabby as Krieg had imagined. The Totem Light was quite practical, however. Krieg tried to raise the fork and stab it with all his might into his left hand. A faint silver-white light appeared beneath his skin, blocking the blow. Even though Krieg's strength was now at the level of a Hercules, he still couldn't penetrate the membrane.

Not only himself, but also the totem creatures are covered with the same totem light. Although the texture of pure silver is very soft, having this thin film as a means of attack is also good.

Human soul fragment*1, probably similar to blood medicine, invisible and intangible.

Mercury Totem: Human remained unchanged from its initial appearance. Krieg suspected there were only two reasons why it couldn't be used against Diablo: either he hadn't lit the Silver Lamp, but that was unlikely. Since he'd summoned his power to travel across worlds, there was no point in giving him something he couldn't use. It was likely that it couldn't be used on himself, but on any regular creature or low-level supernatural life (including humans). The description in brackets was filled with malicious intent.

What's the difference between this and openly encouraging human exploitation? What kind of country is the Kuwait Empire?

Magic Scroll*1, the name sounds powerful, but I wonder how it works.

[Magic Scroll: Chaos Meteorite]

[Summon a burning meteor from space to strike the designated location. The meteor will roll forward a certain distance after landing.]

[Fire, thunder, fire! A meteorite is coming, watch out!]

[Galalon Tarrak was a great wizard, but it was a pity that after the Arsenal Magisters learned these spells, they killed the creators of the spells.]

What can I say? After reading the introduction, Krieg had a constipated expression on his face. This Arsenal magician, who appeared on the screen for the second time, is really a ruthless guy.

Fang of the Faceless Man*1, a sharp dagger.

Fang of the Faceless

A dagger forged from Valyrian steel. Followers of the Many-Faced God believe death is a merciful release. For a price, they agree to take one life, considering it a sacrifice to the god. The wielder of the dagger can freely change his appearance once a day.

All men must die, all men must serve.

This should fall into the category of supernatural weapons. Krieg has experimented with this dagger and found that it can cut through an iron fence as thick as a thumb with just a little force. This is also the only cold weapon Krieg has discovered that can penetrate the light of the totem.

Supernatural abilities, powerful cold weapons, totems with built-in reconnaissance and defense, magic related to space—the better the rewards for completing a mission, the deeper Krieg's unease grew. He still remembered his rating as good, and while he didn't know how that rating was calculated, the rewards were a bit too extravagant.

The next world won’t be difficult, Krieg was a little worried. He suspected that the reward was for him to use in the next world. Having said that, he still felt a little excited in his heart. Exploring the unknown is always addictive, and deadly threats also have a thrilling beauty.

But what matters now is not the next world, but the abnormality of this world.

Although he lived in London, it wasn't a safe place. Even within humanity, the gap between the rich and the poor was widening. Capitalists had replaced the feudal landlords and wealthy gentry as the symbol of national wealth. Child labor began to emerge, workshops became factories, and farmers became workers. The poor became poorer, and the rich became richer. Consequently, order here was always in chaos, to an unimaginable degree.

The book Sherlock Holmes describes this period, when social contradictions were seriously intensified, crimes were cruel, and death was not uncommon. It would be strange if no one died that day. If there were some monsters hidden here, that would be incredible.

So Krieger has a dream! He wants to invade Scotland Yard! Street rumors may be fabricated, and the information in the library may have been covered up, but the files in the hands of the police are the most original information.

The truth is out there!

Chapter 88 Scotland Yard

Krieg waited for three full days.

During these three days, he wandered the streets and alleys. He did not encounter any supernatural phenomena. However, thanks to Hayabusa and the Beach Boys, he had a deep understanding of the police's duty. He even had time to replicate the Scotland Yard building in proportion based on the architectural drawings in the library. Krieger specially drew a table, marking the police patrol routes and times in detail.

Finally, he waited for a light rain. There was nothing he could do about it. London's weather was changeable, but it would still be fifty years before the city was called the City of Fog. The best weather Krieger could wait for was a light drizzle. A stranger in a downpour would be too conspicuous, so a light rain was just right; a wet appearance would avoid unwanted glances.

Scotland Yard (New Scotland Yard) is the nickname of the London Metropolitan Police, the capital of the United Kingdom. It is responsible for law and order and traffic maintenance in the entire Greater London area (excluding the City of London). It is located in the City of Westminster in London.

Krieg walked on the street with a bowler hat on his head, and his hair was combed into the hat until it was close to his scalp. This kind of hat was originally worn by workers because it was convenient for them to gradually move up to the upper class. But for Krieg, it was just a prop to cover his face.

London was still heavily policed ​​at this time, angered by the Ripper's reckless and insane actions. He had to rely on his own caution to stay hidden. While the Faceless Fang could change his appearance, Krieg hadn't yet decided whether to disguise himself as a police officer when entering or confuse them when leaving. As for walking down the street, he could simply apply makeup; there was no need to waste precious transformation opportunities.

It’s such a blessing to still have my own face. If I still have a Bessie face when I return to the main world, Krieg really doesn’t know what to do.

"Tsk," Krieg moved his lips. The newly-applied beard was a little prickly. It was funny to say that the scientific name of this kind of beard was the Sheriff's Standard Style. For a good omen and so that ordinary people would not notice anything unusual, Krieg deliberately trimmed his beard in front of the mirror for more than half an hour. For this reason, a wild cat was staying in his house and eating fish.

That is, the clothing of urban men in this era was mainly dark-colored, and simple tweed three-piece suits were very popular. Although they looked simple, people of status liked to be different, and beards were an external feature that could easily reveal their status.

What a hassle! Krieg tightened his gloves. The social etiquette here always made him uncomfortable, but he had to do it. Gentleman's attire could win trust.