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  Chapter 18: WRYYYYY————

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  Bloodstained hands touched Gee Joestar's blood.

  Without hesitation, Dio wiped it oone Mask he already wore on his head. It was a slight pity that it wasn't Jonathan's blood.

  Even in the end, despite his ing, he couldn't foresee this ued situation, almost causing his pns to fail.

  Doesn't this prove that humans, as a species, have limits? His choice, therefore, was the correswer.

  Splurt Splurt Splurt—————!!

  ...After the blood-thirsty Stone Mask thrust its tentacle-like cws into Dio's brain, his final thought emerged.

  Then, silence.

  Or rather...

  Hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger...

  Eat eat eat eat eat...

  Kill kill kill kill kill...

  Dio's mind was pletely dominated and trolled by this primal hunger, attag his remaining sciousness in a relentless cycle. It seemed i on transf Dio into its sve, turning him into a monstrous creature driven solely by insatiable hunger.

  ...This was why Shuhei Morita, upon following Pucci's suggestion to create this tempte, believed that no one could trol it or master it quickly.

  A story about a human suddenly turning into a ibalistister, torween human morality and monstrous instincts, g within the same body, would be intriguing.

  However, knowing the script of "Phantom Blood," and that DIO as a character didn't exhibit human morality, Shuhei Morita could affirm that "Phantom Blood" was not such a script.

  Dio, using this vampire tempte, was not the protagonist of the entire plot!

  But without human morality and rationality to suppress the monster's instincts, would Dio, with his memory temporarily blocked by the full-dive deviot be ed by the vampire tempte, causing the plot of "Phantom Blood" to colpse?

  Even Shuhei Morita, who created the tempte, couldn't ahis.

  So...

  Why resist?

  — "I see, you want to make me your sve?"

  — "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."

  — "Fine, let's begin!"

  — "...!?"

  — "As long as you give me power, allowio rule this world and stand atop everyone, what's wrong with being your sve?"

  Dio's sciousness sneered.

  — "..."

  Inprehensible.

  That's what Dio inferred. Perhaps the other party never expected Dio to respond this way and wele its arrival by opening his sciousness.

  This script isn't right!?

  — "It's n, or rather, what's surprising about this? You are me, and I am you. Our retionship is merely to have a new driving sciousness tinue forward when the current one hinders progress."

  — "It's just that simple?"

  — "Yes, it's that simple. Or do you not want to stand atop this world?"

  — "I do."

  — "Then, don't you want to dominate humanity?"

  — "I do."

  — "So, what's there to doubt?"

  In this unknown space, Dio's sciousness tinued questioning, causing ripples, while the initially itent but increasingly firm and resonant voice responded, aligning with Dio's tone.

  — "...No, no more doubts."

  — "Then tell me once more, who are you?"

  — "I am you! You are me! We are... Dio Brando!!"

  "WRYYYYYY——————!!"

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  "Why, why is he still alive!?"

  "He was hit by so many bullets...!!?"

  Inprehensible events were unfolding before everyone's eyes. First, Speedwagon discovered Dio's "corpse" had vahen, as the sheriff leaned out the window to check if Dio's "corpse" had been washed away by the rain, his head mysteriously detached.

  Finally, even noeedwagon, uo act, shot at Dio's reappeared head. Judging by the evident bullet holes and the blood flowing from them, Speedwagon undoubtedly blew Dio's head off in pce of the hesitant Jonathan.

  But why...

  Why isn't Dio dead!?

  Not only was he alive, but he also grotesquely licked the blood from his own forehead!?

  "Weak! Weak!"