(see later, repeated)

"Tick! Tick! ”

In the middle of the night, Polpo tossed and turned, suddenly waking up from a nightmare.

"Huh! Scold! Scold! ”

The fat body was like an engine, and the sound of heavy gasps sounded in this relatively small room.

"What's going on?"

Polpo fumbled to his feet and turned the lights on.

"I'm going to have nightmares?"

"It's unbelievable that I, who haven't had a nightmare for more than ten years, would dream of such a frightening and absurd thing.

What a real feeling, is this a sign of something? ”

"Also, I think I hear the sound of water droplets."

Slowly squirming his body, he looked at the sink, which was dry and clean, without any traces of moisture, and the faucet was fine, not like it was loose.

"Ah, by the way, what dream did I just have?"

Polpo touched his belly and felt as if he had forgotten something important, in that dream... What's going on?

I looked left and right, up and down, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was dark outside the tempered glass window, and the bright light inside could only illuminate a faint visible distance, and the prison cell, which used to be full of security, was now like an island.

Waves of darkness invaded the small cell.

Weird and absurd!

Polpo scanned the darkness out the window vigilantly, as if he had gone back to the night when his mother told him ghost stories when he was a child.

Is it a stand-in attack?

Black Sabbath!

He didn't hesitate to summon his avatar and dive into the terrifying darkness outside.

If there is an enemy, he is undoubtedly outrageously stupid.

It's just dark, but this is the perfect environment for your own stand-in!

A cruel smile appeared on Porpo's grease-spilled face, and he roared silently in his heart:

"As long as I'm in the dark, my stand-in is invincible! If you dare to trouble me with Porpo, you are killing yourself! ”

Ten minutes passed, and Porpo searched the surroundings dozens of times, but still did not find any trace of the enemy.

"Delusion?"

His furrowed brow gradually eased again, and he lay down again.

However, he didn't take back the stand-in, nor did he turn off the lights, just slowly closed his eyes.

Polpo did not let his guard down, even if he was not a combatant, he still had experience in being a black bang for so many years.

Thunderous snoring sounded, and he seemed to fall asleep again.

"Come on, come on, I want to see if anyone really wants to do something to me!

As long as you dare to make a move, the stand-in programmed by me will kill everyone who dares to approach! ”

However, I have only closed my eyes for a few seconds.

Sleep, sleep, you're tired...

Before the enemy appeared, the temptation prompted Porpo to unknowingly enter a real dormancy.

"Tick! Tick! ”

A small pool of bright red suddenly appeared on the ceiling, and drops of blood fell onto Porpo's body before diving into it.

I don't know how long it took...

"Ah, I'm so tired, I haven't slept enough..."

Polpo woke up again, rubbing his eyes with tears in his eyes, his heavy body as if he was carrying a mountain, but he couldn't sleep again, and the feeling of fatigue made him extremely uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes, and a suppressed red glow pierced the retina.

"I'm here... Where is it? ”

The bright fluorescent lamp turned scarlet at this time, the small cell was strangely twisted, the floor and ceiling showed a wavy shape, and the sink, small table, Xiaoice box and the like were crooked and tilted in different directions.

However, the strange thing is that the things placed on it are actually firmly glued and do not fall down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded in the passage, step by step, like an accurate stopwatch.

"Who is it?"

Polpo didn't have to wait long before a golden figure approached and stopped outside the tempered glass.

He turned to face Porpo, his face close to the tempered glass, as if he were observing a little mouse in a laboratory.

His eyes are cold, his face is expressionless, he wears a golden helmet, he seems to be carrying two oxygen tanks on his back, and there are gears representing time on the backs of his hands.

Tall, strong, well-sculpted muscles with a surging sense of power.

The chin, waist, elbows, etc., each with one eye open, focused on Porpo's body.

This is... Scapegoat!

Polpo let out a cold sweat, he was completely sleepy, and his tired body squeezed his potential and made him refreshed.

Is this really a stand-in that humans can have?

Just standing there, Porpo understood that the strength of this stand-in was far greater than anyone he had ever seen!

This body type! This suffocating feeling of oppression!

Every minute and every second is telling the power of this stand-in!

"Black Sabbath, kill him!"

But so what, in the face of danger to his life, Porpo didn't want to wait for death, he chose to resist!

Again, as long as I'm in the dark, my stand-in is invincible!

The silent figure hidden in the darkness received a command from its master, and its body moved, like a sharp sword unsheathed, rising from the ground.

In just an instant, it tightly clasped the arms of the golden stand-in, and its big mouth that was almost cracked to the ear opened, and a black hole in the mouth of an "arrow" head stretched out, stabbing the back of the neck of the golden stand-in.

There is no helmet to stop here, and it is absolutely impossible to block this sharp "arrow" head whose origin is unknown.

The speed of the Black Sabbath is too fast, and it is in the absolute home field, and the strength and speed have been greatly enhanced, tell me, how can this be lost?

Polpo smiled contentedly, his eyes cruel and excited, he couldn't wait to see the scene where the stand-in was pierced by an "arrow".

The thought that such a powerful stand-in messenger would fall at the hands of someone who is not good at fighting will feel that way...

It's really exciting!!

But soon, his smile froze on his face, and the strong golden double was still expressionless, staring at him.

The "arrow" in the mouth of the Black Sabbath is pierced at the back of its neck, like a small branch pierced into the big tire of a truck, unable to enter an inch, and the position of the "arrow" pole is constantly bent under the force of the Black Sabbath.

Eventually, with a snap, it broke apart.

"Clank!"

The head of the "arrow" fell to the ground, which seemed to attract the attention of the golden double, and he finally moved.

With his arms reversed, his broad palms pressed down on the black hat and clenched the head of the Black Sabbath tightly.

Slow but sure, the movements pulled the Black Sabbath in front of him.

"How is that possible!"

Polpo roared in disbelief, and cold sweat began to break out on his face, mixed with oil, and flowed into the thick jaw gap.

"Although my Black Sabbath is not strong enough, in this absolute home field, the strength has increased significantly, how can I still lose to you!"

However, in this duel of supernatural powers, roaring is not of much use, and it is impossible to make the power of Black Sabbath rise even more, nor can it shake this golden stand-in!

Strength is power, it's true, and even if Black Sabbath is at home, it's not an opponent of the golden stand-in at all.

To use an analogy, it's like a baby who has gained the strength of a little kid to wrestle with a strong man who has been trained for a long time, and anyone can know the result of such behavior.

Black Sabbath gripped the golden double's arm to control his movements, but to no avail, his body twisted, pulled and deformed by an unrivaled force.

Rumble!

Black Sabbath finally couldn't hold on anymore and was lifted by a golden double and slapped on the tempered glass.

"Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big !!Wood Big T

A strange metallic accent sounded, and every sentence seemed to have a thousand powers.

Every punch that fell was accompanied by a terrifying roar.

Bomb and blast, punch to the flesh!

The golden double perfectly interprets in front of Porpo's eyes, what is the aesthetics of power!

Polpo was both frightened and happy, but fortunately, his stand-in was a long-range manipulator, and even if he died, it would not affect him.

If it is a close-quarters combat type, the injury is fed back to itself, I am afraid that there is no chance to struggle at all, and I will die at this time!

Click!

In a second, the golden double threw dozens of punches, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the reinforced glass.

"No!"

Polpo's pupils shrank, his face distorted, his hands raised, and his body curled up to protect the vital point.

Crash!

"Whew~"

The tempered glass burst open, and the black Sabbath quietly disappeared with a wail.

"Prison guards! Where are the prison guards?! ”

Without hesitation, he began to call for help, and at the same time, he squeezed his butt, rubbed the refrigerator with his fat, and pressed down the button for help.

However, neither the imaginary pain nor the rescue showed up, and Polpo looked up slightly, looking out through the gap between his arms.

And so, a wonderful scene slowly unfolded in front of him.

Fragments of tempered glass floated out of thin air, approaching him at an extremely slow pace, and outside, a little starlight appeared in the dark scene, like a beautiful starry sky at night.

Not only did the Black Sabbath disappear, but even the golden stand-in was gone.

Polpo was confused, what the hell was going on?

He used his hands and feet together, brushed aside the debris, crawled to the completely shattered wall, and peeked out.

The darkness was endless, the stars twinkling, and there was no sound but his own gasp.

"Where is this?"

Polpo yelled, seeing his position for a moment.

This dark area is clearly in the endless universe, the corridors, green fluorescent, and the prison guards guarding have disappeared, leaving him and this twisted cell, floating in the empty and desolate universe.

"Hallucinations, must be hallucinations, I'm dreaming!"

However, the feeling of the defeated and killed Black Sabbath re-conceived in his spirit reminded him that he was awake and not dreaming.

However, before he could think about it, a loud, deep voice pulled him back to reality.

"Come, see me!"

In the empty universe, golden stairs were formed, constantly ascending, ascending into distant and unknown places.

At the top, a golden "sun" appeared, and the intense light made Porpo ecstatic.

"Light, it's light! It's the sun! ”

Bolpo used his hands and feet to abandon the twisted cell without hesitation, and followed the steps to climb upwards staring at the soft, undazzling sun.

I don't know how long it took, Polpo was like a dead dog, covered in sweat and oil, lying on the ground panting.

But for no reason, his heart was full of satisfaction and joy.

Finally, he finally came to the top and climbed to the top, to the "sun".

"Very good, Polpo."

Dio sat on the throne that had appeared from his spiritual transformation, bowed his head and exclaimed:

"Should I say that he is worthy of being a stand-in messenger? Your willpower, there's still a lot of room for development. ”

His body glowed with gold, his supple blonde hair fluttering, and his scarlet eyes saw through people's hearts, scanning the fat on the ground.

That's right, what Porpo thinks of as the sun is nothing more than the manifestation of his own overflowing spiritual energy.

In this spiritual world, created through the secret methods and mediums of Onmyoji, it was completely enough for him and Polpo to communicate face-to-face from a long distance.

Of course, you can also have a collision on the spiritual level from here, and the battle of the stand-in just now is real.

"DIO, are you DIO?

Please forgive me, I am guilty, I am guilty, and I am willing to atone for my sins! ”

Polpo struggled to his feet, tears streaming down his eyes, the physical influence and the complete defeat of his mental will, which brought him to a complete fall.

There is satisfaction and joy in the heart, but also an endless sense of guilt and remorse.

He's starting to get a little delirious!

"That's right, I'm Dior."

Dio nodded, his scarlet eyes full of interest, he was shirtless, and his every move exuded a heart-warming perfect charm.

It is a dangerous charm that will surely be willing to surrender to anyone, male or female, who wants to seek reassurance.

It was the first time that Dior had used this kind of yin-yang technique to connect with the spiritual world of human beings, and he carefully observed not only to himself, but also to this test subject that was pulled in.

In the face of Dior's powerful and perverted existence, Porpo's spiritual will is like a spoonful of salt in a bucket, and it can't set off waves at all.

That cell was the protection formed by Polpo's instinct, which was infected and distorted by Dior's spiritual will, and under the attack of Dior's "world", it was like a papier-mâché, and it was broken through the heart in an instant.

"Porpo, do you know what you have sinned?"

"KNOW, KNOW, LORD [DIO], MY HEART IS EVIL, DIRTY, LUST HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF MY BODY, GREEDY FOR ......"

"Huh?"

What a mess, Dio frowned, interrupting Borbo's confession.

"Let's be straight, Porpo, Giorno is my son, but when I came back from you yesterday, I was wounded in the palm of my hand.

I've heard that you gave him the test so that he burned himself so that he wouldn't be caught by the prison guards. ”

"What, Giorno turned out to be the son of God?"

Now, Dior finally understood.

Most people in the PASSIONE organization got the news.

Polpo, the secondary head and tester of Naples, the fat pig, decided to start exercising, to lose all the fat.

And I did 500 push-ups without interruption at once, which caused the muscles to dissolve and I was admitted to the ICU.

"Haha, I'm laughing to death."

Countless people laughed and gloated.

"I wish he had died in the hospital!"