A few minutes later.

Taxis crashing into the side of the road, blood spilled on the sidewalk, corpses with broken heads, passers-by watching and talking, blocked vehicles...

The streets have become more lively.

A purple-haired young man in avant-garde clothes and a tall posture slowly walked to the taxi, and then pulled up a passer-by and asked:

"That..."

The purple-haired young man asked in a complicated tone, "Excuse me, is there a dead person here?" ”

"Needless to say?"

"Isn't the corpse just there!"

Passers-by subconsciously glanced at the purple-haired young man, and then said excitedly:

"Listen to me..."

"I've seen all of that just happened!"

"God, I bet people who haven't seen it will think I'm talking nonsense when they hear this."

His face was flushed like a ripe apple, and his eyebrows writhed with excitement:

"Even though I could see through the window, it was a young man with pink hair who was doing it."

"He grabbed the poor driver's head like he was carrying a half-dead groundhog."

"And then I just slammed my head down... I don't know what I smashed with it..."

"In a flash, blood flowed out like an open faucet."

"The nose is crooked, the eye sockets are cracked, and the eyeballs are bursting out, like a fruit salad made by my old grandmother, red, white, and purple are all mixed together and inseparable."

"But the madman hasn't stopped..."

The driver's head was half as mushy as ketchup from a broken bottle, and he got out of the car in a panic and ran away... Yes, this madman is still out on the run. ”

"It's horrible..."

Passers-by spoke eloquently, but the purple-haired young man who took the initiative to inquire didn't have the heart to listen.

He interrupted with some reluctance:

"Sorry, that's not what I wanted to ask."

"What I want to know is if anyone has died—the kind of death that is silent, the same as the death of nature."

"Huh?"

Passers-by were slightly stunned: "How can anyone suddenly die silently on the street?" ”

"Even if it's a sudden death, it's going to struggle a lot, right?"

"Oh..."

"I see, thank you."

The purple-haired young man said goodbye to the chatty passer-by perfunctorily, and then turned and walked off into the distance alone.

He seemed to hear what he wanted to hear, and he didn't.

"No one dies quietly, that is..."

"Does the target chosen by 'Rolling Stone' refuse to face his own fate this time?"

The purple-haired young man was talking to himself as he walked, his expression becoming more and more complicated.

And just as he passed by the intersection of an alley...

In the narrow, dimly lit alley barely separated by two buildings, a strong, muscular, and eerie red and white arm suddenly stretched out.

"Is this a human hand?"

The purple-haired young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

He didn't have time to react before he was easily dragged into the alley by the mysterious fellow and pressed against the wall.

"Don't look back."

Diablo's voice rang out coldly.

He carefully looked at the purple-haired young man whose head was almost crushed into the wall by the Crimson King, and after a moment of silence, he asked:

"You're the stand-in messenger who attacked me just now, aren't you?"

"That stone..."

"It can only act mechanically on instinct, and apparently it's a 'long-range automatic' stand-in."

"This stand-in can act autonomously without the manipulation of the ontology, and even if it is damaged, it will not affect the stand-in messenger who is the ontology."

"It's a hassle to find the body of this kind of stand-in, but..."

Diablo snorted disdainfully:

"Because it is acting independently from the ontology, what is happening on the side of the stand-in, whether the battle is won or lost, as the stand-in messenger of the body, there is no way to know."

"That way, even if they can stay far away in the shadows during the fight..."

"When the battle is over, they must also be on the scene to confirm the results."

"So..."

He pouted slightly:

"After completely destroying your double, I've been hiding and waiting nearby."

"Sure enough, you guy who doesn't know whether to live or die can't wait, and came to the scene to confirm the results."

Listening to Diablo's very oppressive commentary...

The purple-haired young man's reaction was:

"Stand-in?"

"What's a stand-in?"

"You?!"

Diablo's eyes widened:

"How dare you pretend to me?"

"Idiot... Are you underestimating my eyesight and thinking that if you fool around, I'll believe that the stone isn't your stand-in? ”

"Tell me quickly!"

"Who the hell are you, why are you attacking me, and do you have anything to do with that bald man named Li Qing?!"

"So, I see."

The purple-haired young man sighed deeply.

He didn't rush to argue for himself, but introduced himself in a calm tone:

"My name is Scollybee, and I'm an ordinary sculptor."

"I don't know what Li Qing's bald man is, and besides, I definitely don't have any intention of attacking you."

"After all..."

Scolby, who was pinned to the wall and couldn't move, said:

"I don't even know who you are, and I haven't even seen your face until now."

"As for the stone you are talking about..."

"I don't know what you're talking about by 'stand-in', if you're referring to that stone, it's some special ability that I've awakened since I was a child."

"I call it the Rolling Stones."

"Rolling Stones?"

Diablo frowned tightly: "After all, this is still the stand-in you released!" ”

"No, no, no..."

Scolby hastily denied:

"Michelangelo, who shone in the Renaissance, once said:"

"I didn't have any ideas in my head when I was carving marble, I never thought about what I wanted to carve into stone... Because the stone itself already shows the shape of how it should be carved, and all I do is take that shape out of the stone..."

“.......”

Diablo was silent for a while, and then ordered the Crimson King to choke the other party's neck from behind:

"Speak human words!"

"Ahem..."

Scolby was pinched and coughed:

"I mean..."

"I can't command Rolling Stones to act, it's doing exactly what it wants."

"It's the Stone of Destiny!"

"It perceives the fate of the dying man, and will carve itself into the 'shape of the fate' of the dying man—that is, his death."

"At the same time, it will keep tracking down the dying man."

"Once the dying man... That is, you.... Touching the "Rolling Stone" will allow you to accept your mortal fate in advance and die peacefully without any pain. ”

"And I'm not here to see what the results are."

He groaned slightly, and there was a little more pity in his tone:

"I just sensed the action of Rolling Stone, so I thought I'd come and see the poor guy who was dying."

“......”

Diablo fell silent again.

This time, the silence simmered with an endless fury:

"Bastard!"

"You don't know what to do, you just said..."

"I, the invincible Diablo, the Dark Emperor who controls the entire Italia, am I going to die soon?!"

"That's right."

Scollyby's voice was very calm:

"Since the Rolling Stones have come to look for you, it means that you will soon be dead."

"It's fate!"

"All of us are just slaves to fate."

"You should have seen that, right?"

"When it finds you, it will carve itself into what you would have been like when you died—"

"It could be a few hours, it could be a few weeks, a month at most, and you'll die the way the stone carving shows."

"Nonsense!!"

Diablo roared in anger:

"A predestined fate?"

"Carved death?"

"Your useless stone stand-in has been completely destroyed by me a long time ago!"

"It didn't carve anything out of it at all, and I smashed it into powder and drifted into the air!"

"What's the carving?"

"What a fate!"

"This...."

Hearing Diablo's somewhat gaffe roar, Scolyby's face suddenly changed:

"You, you just said..."

"Did the Rolling Stone crumble into powder without carving anything out of it after it found you?"

"That's right!"

Diablo said hatefully:

"If you want to disturb people's minds, you'll have to make up some decent lies for me."

"What a future death... What a doomed fate..."

"I don't believe it!"

In the face of Diablo's faintly crazy roar, there was a bit of pity in Scolby's tone:

"I'm sorry."

"I've never seen this before."

"But..."

"Since Rolling Stone has come to look for you, it means that you will definitely die in the near future."

"And it was completely destroyed before it carved out your death, I'm afraid it's because..."

Scollybee swallowed and said:

"Your death is too miserable to be expressed in the art of 'carving'."

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PS: Stand-in panel

Stand-in name - "Rolling Stone"

Ontology – Scroby

Destructive Power: None

Speed: B

Range Range: A

Persistence: A

Precision of action: E

Growth: None

Ability: The shape is a stone engraved with the word "fierce", the stone will automatically turn into the appearance of a dying person and constantly track that person, when that person touches the stand-in, it will be euthanized without any pain, if it is not touched by the dying person, nothing will happen. It is classified as a fully automatic operation double, but it is "fate" that drives the activities of the double, and even Scollybee cannot manipulate it.