The arrow takes effect, and the ability is awakened.

But this ability is a useless "waste ability".

Fate really played a terrible joke on him.

Now Diablo was standing at the Colosseum on March 27, watching the memories that would not ring back for him unfold in one piece.

He really wanted to stand up and snatch the worm arrows, and he also wanted to kill Giorno and the others here, but he couldn't.

Because in his memory, the worm arrow would have shattered tonight, and Giorno and they would all be alive and sound.

The axis of memory cannot be disturbed, and what has happened can never be changed.

Diablo can only be a bystander now, and he can't even let his past self discover his existence, otherwise what awaits him will be a terrible paradox of time.

"Could it be that Ouroboros' ability is for me to relive my past failures?"

"No... It shouldn't be like this. ”

"This ability definitely has its meaning!"

The cruel fate has long since shattered his pride and fighting spirit.

Now Diablo doesn't know if he's reinventing himself with such thoughts, or if he's trying to comfort himself in vain.

But no matter what, he can't do anything now.

He is a ghost who does not dare to see the light, hiding in the shadows, watching the past reappear before his eyes:

"I've let you down... The final victor is still me! ”

On the second floor of the Colosseum, the one in the past was stepping on Polunarev and shouting:

"The worm arrow you prepared to kill me for years ended up helping me forge my path to the top."

"Fate is really interesting, isn't it?"

“......”

Hearing these words, Diablo, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but have a subtle expression:

I didn't feel embarrassed when I said these cruel things before.

Now go back and listen carefully from the perspective of an onlooker...

It's like looking back at the sad and sad Wenqing diary I wrote when I was an adult.

It is unbearable to look at and hear.

But whether Diablo wants it or not, the unbearable past is forced to play in front of him like an old movie that the school organizes to watch and asks to write about his feelings after reading:

"It's useless."

"I have already seen your little tricks."

“.......”

Say no more, don't say it.

"You're scared."

"There's no way I'm against that will."

“......”

Shut me up!

"You've got only one last bullet left."

"Is this 1 bullet enough for you to stop me?"

“.......”

Although no one has discovered the existence of this future traveler.

But Diablo, who was hiding in the shadows, had the illusion of watching himself be executed in public.

In fact, as long as the speaker can really achieve the final victory, these words will not be shameful.

But Diablo knew that after saying a series of cruel words, the invincible Dark Emperor had suffered the most unbearable defeat.

The thought of this tingles his heart.

And in Diablo's shameful, helpless, and painful gaze, the past is slowly moving forward as he remembers:

First, Diablo was scared out of his skills by a mobile phone.

Then it was Misda who destroyed the Worm Arrow with the last bullet.

Diablo attacked in a rage, and Giorno used the cistus trap to block it.

The crestar flowers soon burst into flames.

The fire was shining and the smoke was in the nose.

Diablo, who came from the future, presciently covered his mouth and nose, and sighed softly with a complicated expression:

"It's almost over..."

He remembered that he had fallen for Giorno's ploy and inhaled a large amount of plant smoke with hallucinogenic effects.

At that time, it was like he had drunk too much fake wine, his brain was dizzy, and his consciousness was in a trance.

He had no memory of what happened after the poisoning.

All he knew was that by the time he came to his senses, he had escaped from the Colosseum at some point, and was soaked in the viscous liquid of the sewers.

Diablo still can't forget the dung water of the thick red sauce at that time.

It was a nightmare he would recall almost every time he ate later.

And now the nightmare is about to happen, but Diablo is completely powerless to change:

"Why is this happening?"

"Can I really just watch myself become a rat in the sewers?!"

He thought bitterly.

And at this time, the plot in the Colosseum has come to an end:

The fire was extinguished, and Giorno survived his serious injuries, but he was unable to fight again.

Diablo in the past was horrified to find himself poisoned.

His figure was shaky, his eyes were misty, and he confronted Giorno with a strong spirit.

"I'm going to run away next, right?"

"Now Giorno and Misda are seriously injured, and Polunarev is a cripple."

"As long as you haven't been poisoned to the point of completely losing consciousness, it's not difficult to escape."

Although I can't remember how I escaped after the fragment was broken.

But Diablo can also roughly guess what happened at the time:

He must have escaped from the Colosseum with the last of his consciousness before he was completely unconscious, and hid himself in the sewers.

He thought to himself.

Then, I saw that in the Colosseum, in front of Giorno, who was already powerless...

The Diablo of the past staggered and struggled to stand.

Standing.

Standing.

Nothing was done.

His eyes are getting more and more confused.

"This is it... My memories are fragmented here! ”

Diablo, who was hiding in the shadows, widened his eyes nervously:

Then, the old self should start to run away.

He thought to himself.

And then... The Diablo from the past didn't move a single step.

"What the hell... How is there no action at all? ”

"Run, you should run!"

"If I don't run, I'll die here!"

Diablo looked at his past self in astonishment.

But not only did the past self not run away according to his thoughts, but there was also a slight tendency to fall unconscious.

He just gritted his teeth and shouted Giorno's name, and his gaze became even more distracted and more unfocused.

It was as if he had completely lost consciousness at this moment.

"This..."

Diablo's heart suddenly flooded with an unprecedented fear:

"My memories are fragmented here."

"Could it be that I was completely unconscious at this time?"

"If that's the case, then how the hell did I get out of the Colosseum?"

"Wait..."

He suddenly thought of an astonishing possibility:

"Could it be... Didn't I escape the Colosseum on my own? ”

"Someone rescued me from being unconscious."

"And the one who saved me..."

Diablo looked at his hand with a shocked expression:

"Myself?"

The idea that popped up was a bit difficult for him to accept.

Wouldn't it cause a "time paradox" to save one's past self?

But Diablo is very clear:

If he, the future traveler, is doing nothing now, and that old self is completely unconscious...

Diablo in the past would have died in the Colosseum.

If the past self is dead, then isn't the current self a living "time paradox"?

Diablo's heart was entangled:

"Ouroboros, what the hell am I going to do?"

"To save, or not to save?"

Ouroboros didn't give him an answer.

The previous sense of terror that prevented him from committing stupidity and causing paradoxes seemed to be just a "newbie perk" to protect him from inexplicable suicide.

Time travel is a dangerous thing, and after understanding the existence of the "paradox", he must walk on thin ice and decide for himself what he has done in the past.

"Let's get ready first!"

In this near-static time, Diablo made a difficult decision:

"Anyway, I won't be discovered by my past self when I use the time cut, even if the time coincides, I will only be forced to kick out of the time slashing state."

"It's safe to cut the time first, and then observe the situation during the cut time."

Thinking of this, Diablo took action:

"The Crimson King—"

"Make a leap in time!"

Time is cut off at this moment.

Giorno, Misda, and Polunarev were all in a state of unconsciousness at the moment, and they didn't notice what was happening at the moment.

Diablo, on the other hand, poked his head out tentatively from the shadows:

Then, in his shocked gaze...

The past self suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Slept like a dead dog.

"That's really the case..."

"I was really saved by myself!"

Diablo's expression became extremely exciting.

He cautiously approached himself who had collapsed to the ground in the time of slashing:

The past self has been completely unconscious, and he has no sense of Diablo's existence at all, and he will not cause paradoxes.

"So... I want him to escape as safely as I remember, but I don't realize that I was saved..."

"That sewer outside the Colosseum is really the best choice."

Diablo's expression became more and more stunned:

"I... I actually hid it in the sewer by myself? ”

Thinking of this, he was shocked and helpless and hurriedly escaped from the Colosseum with his past self on his shoulders.

Walking out of the Colosseum, not far outside is the sewer that impressed Diablo.

Open the manhole cover, and the aroma comes to your nose.

It's still the same time, it's the same sewer.

Diablo instinctively felt sick to his stomach, and a nightmarish memory sprang out of the dark corner like a cockroach smoked with insecticide.

He endured the discomfort, hesitated slightly, and finally threw his past self into the sewer with his own hands.

The water splashes and returns to calm.

Diablo helped himself to put the manhole cover back up.

"So that my memories of the past can't go wrong."

After covering the manhole cover, Diablo couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

"I saved my past self and crossed paths with my past self, but it didn't cause a paradox at all."

"I see... I understand! ”

"Time is a cycle, like a serpent with no beginning and no end."

"The fact that I was here from the future was originally part of the past."

"If I hadn't happened to come back and save myself, I'd probably have died on the night of March 27th."

"I've been unconsciously affected by the future, but I can't realize it!"

Diablo finally cleared his mind and figured out the mechanism and principle of this time travel.

But he was so engrossed in it that he didn't even notice it...

When he stood next to the manhole cover and stopped to ponder, not far away...

A man with invincible on his face was hurrying towards him.