Returning home with the equipment she bought, she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info had not felt this kind of restlessness for a long time, and she slowly sat up and summoned the Book of Dior, the golden expression reflecting her blue pupils. After all, why did she have to take on such a stupid mission? In fact, there was no coercion, and she would have no problem leaving immediately, and she went crazy and bought back a lot of C4s and ammunition, as if she were going to run to fight the regular army.

It's really hot. Take a deep breath, Dior, take a deep breath...

She adjusted her mentality and opened the book of Dior. According to Sean, the ability she can use is the "DIO" ability "documented" in the book, that is, Sean deliberately weakened the ability and then handed it to himself... Or maybe he has made some self-regulation so that he will not use it without restraint. However, having said that, most of these abilities are not so-called moderation, and this book can even change the holder's 'bloodline', and can be hidden in the holder's body like those treasures in fantasy novels, no matter how you look at it, it can't be ordinary.

The medical skills of the three generations of "DIO" and the so-called "Gate of Heaven" are not known for the time being, and the knowledge of firearms of the fourth generation of "DIO" does not play a big role, before obtaining this ability, Dio has long been familiar with guns, she thinks that her marksmanship will not be worse than Sean, ten years of practice and recent actual combat have given her a good foundation. What made her care was the unknown ability of the second generation "DIO", although Dior directly wrote words like 'illusion' on it, but it was definitely impossible to be effective... After a period of attempts, only one last ability remains.

The most important thing is the ability to stop time, Dior has been using it without feeling tired or unbearable, and she doesn't quite understand the principle of this ability, if you have to explain it scientifically, in a state where time stops in all other objects, she will theoretically violate the theory of relativity if she moves.

Moving in a state where time stands still can be said to be moving at 'superluminal speed' relative to the surrounding objects, rather than an unlimited movement across space like the Sixteenth Night. But... That didn't hold up in theory, and the air within a meter of her didn't flow properly, so she showed no signs of breaking the sound barrier. When she was in the Ming Empire, she was even able to walk on the water when she was pausing time, and this ability game was incomprehensible, and if it had to be explained in science, it could be considered that all physical phenomena outside of her body had completely stopped.

For the rest of the battle, Dio first erased the limitations of this ability, but after a series of experiments, she discovered the current limit of this ability. Even if she didn't plan to lift the time pause, it would return to normal when she counted silently for about 10 seconds, the black and white world was dyed with color around her for a moment, and then everything was as usual, Dior could still pause time again without any restrictions, even without any interval. But after trial and error, about four or so seamless timeouts, Dior felt something was wrong.

It was a sudden feeling of exhaustion, rather a sense of incongruity, that the time on her specially calibrated watch was nearly three hours away from the clock... Obviously, she only used the ability of single-digit times.

“... Is that so?"

Just as the exhaustion of the overuse of the ability is reflected in the body, the exhaustion of this ability is manifested in 'time'. It doesn't matter if you use it again at the same time, and your body doesn't look uncomfortable, but if you use it many times in a row, it will cause a sense of incongruity in time... But why is that? Time is paused at the same time as its own time is actually passing, and the time that passes by itself is not equal to the time that is paused...

This kind of fatigue is not meaningless, but it has a strong negative effect, Dior's mechanical watch does not fully show how much time has passed, and the strong sense of incongruity also makes her spirit a little blurred, maybe... The sense of incongruity and intense exhaustion was proof of this—she had been in bed for a lot longer than she had been, maybe she had been in bed for 'days'. She guessed that if ordinary people used this ability continuously, it would accelerate aging, but this was only a guess.

"Scientific theories are merely models or rules, and these models and rules exist only in our minds and no longer have any other reality..."

Reading the idea of 'old-timers', Dior had to put aside the ideas he wanted to argue for a while and rest.

Who could she dream of in her dreams?

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On the other side of the world, in the far western Pacific Ocean, an island country with a pleasant climate near the equator, after a period of turbulence, Sixteen Nights finally landed with Osaki Night. Sakuya, who was on the boat for the first time, was not frightened by this, the child was more energetic than Sixteen Nights, and from time to time he ran around the deck of a medium-sized fishing boat, which was not very spacious, and if it was an ordinary child, the strong sea breeze alone was enough to keep him in the cabin.

After arriving at RB, Sixteen Nights was ready to wander aimlessly, this island country that has only developed in recent years, there are still many places in undeveloped areas, which is just suitable for Sixteen Nights and Osaki Nights to live in seclusion, originally Sixteen Nights thought so, but when she went ashore, she felt that something was wrong.

Thinking so, the wide coastline immediately dispelled the idea of sixteen nights, and when I approached here, I could see the coastline through the telescope, and there was nothing wrong with the dashboard. But here... Certainly not a destination of its own, with completely undeveloped beaches around the perimeter and no dikes to protect against high tides. A sense of fear that came from nowhere permeated her heart, holding Sakuya's hand tightly.

"Oh, what a rarity, I didn't expect anyone to be able to land on the island at this time. ”

The sudden sound startled Sixteen Night, and she vigilantly took out the dagger and protected it in front of Saki Night. Although it is a subconscious action, it is also a little nervous in the sixteenth night.

Humans dressed in bizarre costumes - the other party seems to have this effect, a strange red and black robe, the bangs are neatly cut, and the long, smooth and silky hair is tied with a red ribbon at the end to keep the hair from dragging to the ground. The face like a delicate puppet has a harmless innocent smile on its face, and there is no trace of hostility.

“... Hello. Sixteen Nights did not put away the dagger, but still greeted politely.

"Hello, Distant Traveler, welcome to Wonderland. ”

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It's terrible. Looking at herself in the mirror, she just pouted, she was not surprised that she had become another person, and she did not have any doubts about her identity. It's like being 'assigned a different place to work' and taking it for granted.

But, it sucks. It's like wanting to sneeze and suddenly someone pinching her nose and then holding her breath, her stomach is full of questions and puzzles, but there is nowhere to release it, no one suddenly jumps out of her head to tell her why she is here, and there is no system that suddenly appears. To make matters worse, she felt like she was supposed to be that way.

The blue eyes, the skin like the snow that no one has set foot in, people can't bear to touch, the long golden hair sideburns are tied with braids, and the delicate little face is full of atmosphere. Yes, she used to be, probably, a man from another world, and now no matter how hard she tries, she can't remember the name of her 'self' before. All I remember is the knowledge, such as... The current self is a lot like a guy named Marisa Kiriyu.

This petite and fragile body seems to fall as soon as the wind blows, and it can fall on the flat ground, no relics from anyone, no plug-ins, no life experience, just a Lori who is less than ten years old, and there is no furniture in the narrow room except for some cracked mirrors and low bedside tables, and there are no feminine decorations, and the poverty is obvious.

"Are you uneasy? ”

That's when she appeared. Hearing that, the girl suddenly understood something, sighed, stretched out her hand and palmed herself in the mirror, and behind the 'self' in the mirror, stood a mature woman, dressed in a red evening dress, and wearing a beautiful and simple ring on her hand. And the same ring is also present on the left index finger of 'self' outside the mirror.

"The elusive guy, DIO. The girl called that name.

“... You don't do that because you're afraid," the mature woman smiled kindly, reaching out to touch her 'self' in the mirror, "Don't be afraid of your desires/desires, which are the source of your emotions." My young "DIO", the future "DIO", your body is too light, a gust of wind can blow you away, you don't have enough "strength" to do such a thing. ”

"Soon I will have it. Dio clenched his fists.

"You're going to be DIO, but you're not yourself yet. ”

"I won't always be DIO, but I'll always be myself. That's what you want, not what I want – what I want, I know all the better. ”

"Is it? Are you going to save the weak on a whim? Do you think so? Do you think you still have kindness and compassion left in your heart? Do you think that in your intellect you still feel that this world is worth saving? Do you want to see other people's smiling faces more than your own pleasure? Big mistake, my "DIO", "The mature woman hugged the girl in the mirror tightly, but she couldn't do anything outside the mirror," Every time you pull the trigger and every bullet you fire, past and now, it's to satisfy your own desires. Mastering the art of killing, disguise yourself as a lamb in a pack of wolves, swing a butcher's knife at people who know nothing, and admire their surprise and cries. ”

Word by word hammered into the girl's heart, she gasped, and the scenes of the 'past' kept flashing in her mind.

"You don't want to save those children at all, and you don't think about what will happen to them, you just watch those stupid and weak humans crawl at your feet, crying and begging you to spare them, and finally break their fingers one by one, and see them cry bitterly but can't resist. Your expression is so wonderful when you are in the far north, you are like a newborn god in the snow and ice... You're the wicked person, my poor and lovely "DIO". Everything is just to satisfy your selfish desires, right and wrong, black and white, good and evil, nothing means anything to you... Otherworldly, standing above all beings, the good and the evil, the rich and the poor, the ugly and the beautiful, are just your 'lambs', which is your eternal desire/desire. ”

Crazy laughter was accompanied by blood splatters, and the brutal flames and smoke of war swept through every corner of her consciousness. When she came back to her senses, the girl found herself covered in sweat and lying on the bed gasping for breath.

But the girl couldn't remember it clearly, and all that was left was the undetectable madness on her delicate face.